Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Tvlauy Jane Of a summer’s eve, not long- ago, A ride I took ’neath skies aglow The usual crowd was in the tram And packed away with the usual jam. But that which set me all awhirl Was the presence there of a beautiful girl. From her crowning glory to her fairy feet. She was so dainty — 0, so neat. Her hair as black as — Oh you know — Teeth white, shining, just like snow. Nose slightly tilted, pert you’d say. Harmonizing perfectly every way With her satin skin, peach pink and cream. The rest of her? Why, a radiant dream. To meet her is my one great aim. How nice ’t would be just to know her name. I know the house wherein she stays I’ve tracked her close for days and days. I know not the lucky one to whom she is delight. But that, she was to me, as I saw her tonight. For days and days I’ve sought her name; Tonight I found it — Mary Jane Page 16

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Tlie Glass of 1926 IE last grains of sand are now silently falling from Time’s hour glass. The last pages of Senior History are now being written. We have played our role as students. Tomorrow the scene of action will be changed. Tomorrow! — how sorrowfully, how re- luctantly, this word falls from our lips. Tomorrow we will meet the world on the threshold of our chosen profession. What sorrow arises in our hearts at the thought of todays passing. Our college days are not now placed in their proper niche. Youth is too absorbed in frivolities to com- prehend and appreciate their value. Time and Age alone can weight their merits, and give to them the place that is rightfully theirs. This I believe is the reason why we Seniors in the course of our studies, have failed to appreciate what our Alma Mater has meant to us and what it will mean to leave her. These last few days have awakened us, have sobered us, have rendered us thoughtful. It has been said that : “We never miss our joyousness, till sorrow bids us wake. We never know we have a heart, till it begins to ache.” Truly might this be said of us about to leave Loyola’s Halls ever mind- ful of the principles she has instilled in our bosoms. Perhaps we are too emotional, too sentimental. Nevertheless, though it may seem trite to some, it is a Senior’s serious thought. Let us look back then once more and recall very briefly our eight happy years together, on Calvert Street for High School, and at Evergreen for college. In September, 1918, it was that forty-seven boys, having heard of the fame of Loyola, came for the first time to study under the .Jesuits. Under the able guidance of Mr. Frederick W. Henfling, S.J. and Mr. Joseph Guthrie, the two sections of first year were drilled in the declen- sions and conjugations of Latin, and involved in the intricacies of Algebra. The second year found us returning to gain a firmer hold on Latin, Greek and Mathematics, and to become acquainted with the customs and culture of the Greeks under the tutelage of Mr. David A. Daly, S.J. In the second semester the two sections were merged into one. Mr. Francis X. Dolan, S.J., by his kind and sympathetic manner taught us more than books will ever teach. During this year “Latin Baseball” was inaugarated, a classic game that indelibly impressed upon us the rules of Latin Syntax. Another year passed with Mr. Aloysius Travers, S.J. as our teacher. It was Mr. Joseph T. Murphy, S.J., who acquainted us with the “Language of Diplomats.” With the following autumn came the realization of one of our fondest hopes. It was the begining of the end. Mr. Anthony J. Bleicher, S.J. was to complete the work of our four years. During this time we fol- lowed Aeneas in his wanderings and fell willing victims to the classic lure of the Odyssey. Truly may it be said that this year was the most enjoyable of all. The autumn of 1922, saw us begin our careers as college men. The scene of classic halls had changed. The clanging of street-cars and the rumblings of wagons was supplanted by the chirp of the robin and the song of the mocking bird. Out of the twenty-nine who graduated in June, Page 18