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

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nineteen returned to begin Freshman studies in September. Loyola also greeted for the first time, Messrs. DeMarco, Manns, and Meagher of Cal- vert Hall : Mr. Bernard Donohue from St. Mary’s in Clarksburg, W. Va., Mr. Joseph Thaler of Rock Hill at Ellicott City, Maryland. The beauty of Tennyson, Milton, Shelley and Shakespeare was shown to us by our sympathetic and kind friend. Father Francis B. Hargadon, S.J. In sophomore, Mr. Oswald Rhinehalter, S.J. inculcated the principles of Rhetoric and taught us to appreciate the masterpieces of such orators as Burke, Cicero and Demosthenes. Father Henry McLaughlin, S.J. found a place in our hearts by his remarks that did untold good to strengthen our characters. At last we came to Junior, there to receive those principles for which we had unrelentingly prepared ourselves for six years. Under the Professorship of Rev. Francis E. Lucey, S.J. we became acquainted with the rules and precepts for correct thinking. | The crown of our many years of labor, the reward of our efforts, the actualization of our hopes, are now ..realized in ourselves as Seniors. By the clear, concise, and penetrating logic of Father Ooghe, S. J., our seem- ing philosopic difficulties were removed. By his kind and ever generous manner he has won a place in our hearts of which Time will never deprive him. When Youth has become Old Age, when our limbs are feeble, and our eyes are shrunk, when our brow is furrowed and our hair is gray, those principles which you, Alma Mater, have instilled, will then be, as they are now, our weapons of combat, our armor for Life’s Battle. When we look down the corridors of Time, truly may we point with pride to you and say. “The victory is yours. You have won the fight. You have freed us from the shackles of ignorance. You have given us the instruments of battle and in- structed us in their use.” Ungrateful it would seem were we to neglect offering our sincere gratitude to Father Joseph A. McEneany, S.J., who for eight years has been our Rector. Nor can we fail to offer our heartfelt thanks to genial Father John F. Duston, S.J., to Father Philip Finegan, S.J., to Father Robert H. Johnson, S.J., the respective Deans during our high school and college days And thus our story ends. Forsan et Haec Olim Meminisse Juvabit. Three short weeks and we shall pass from the guidance of your hand, Alma Mater. But with our sadness is mingled a note of joy; for the day is not far distant when we shall give to the world what you have so generously given to us — the principles of right thinking, together with a spirit of true Christian Charity, whereby we can work for that good which you have always impressed upon us — Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam. Page 19

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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

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JOSEPH VINCENT ABROMAITIS BRO is one of those most remarkable persons, who have the gift of making others laugh. He is the most delectable fountain of non- sense that ever happened. As a mimic, he rivals the gifted ‘Elsie Janis’ and as a zoological impersonator he is better than the animals themselves. As creator of odd and bizarre noises, he is easily the worlds champion. Not infrequently has he been the object of our anger, for his presence at a class meeting is the most effectual barrier to serious business that could possibly be devised. Not until he has been gagged, can progress take place. Someone once said that the safety of America lies in the production of first class nonsense, for that nation is doomed that has forgotten how to laugh. If this is true, then ‘Abro’ is in a fair way to be ranked with Wash- ington, Robert Morris, and Lord Howe. He has intimated that his first work will bear the title “Adventures in Soup.” Page 20