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

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At the 50th Anniversary Banquet in 1902, Fr. Quirk gave a toast: Loyola: The home harvest! Strong truths well lived, pure hearts well fired with love of body and man, — Such be the sheaves of her spiritual reaping! This is the end of a much celebrated year in which we have turned around to consider the road Loyola has traveled for more than a century. To celebrate Loyola ' s 125th Anniversary is to strenghten ourselves. The knowledge we have gained here is the culmination of the college ' s strong truths prevailing amidst the transforma- tion of our curriculum and the building of our campus into one that will be more serviceable to Loyola and the community in the future. We cannot continue exactly in the footsteps of the past, no matter how rewarding those ways may have been. In order to fittingly honor Loyola we cannot merely dwell on today ' s achievements and festivities, either, for they are past as soon as they are done. Although the yearbook is a record of the past year ' s events, our goal lies in the future and it is to that end that this edition of the Evergreen Annual is dedicated. We have taken a kaleidos- copic view of the changes that will occur at Loyola, an institution whose destination has been mapped out and carefully planned. Now the way must be cleared and transformed into the road we are to follow so that Loyola may fulfill the goal of endowing tomorrow ' s students with the ever-present truths that will serve them well, no matter what the future holds. This book, will also be a memoir of the events of this past year. Let the photographs and words that lie between its covers be a bit of the past to carry with us as we travel our own roads to the future.

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In Memory of Michael J. Billmann Michael Billmann, class of 1978, was killed in 1976, while walk- ing home from school across an Arbutus rail line. The class of 1978 would like to dedicate EVERGREEN ' 78 to Mike, because, to many and various people, he exemplified St. Ignatius ' ideal of a man for others. Ideals are very often airy and insubstantial things, but Mike ' s example shows us that the lesuit ideal is not such an ethereal goal. In his short life, Mike walked many paths and sailed many straights most of us will never find. Mike was a doer, and the astonishing thing about him was that he had time for himself; he was a volunteer at University Hospital, a counselor at Camp Shiloh, a volunteer at the Rosewood Center, and was, in short, committed to others without regard for his own benefit. Predro Arrupe, the world head of the jesuits, asked a congress of jesuit-educated alumni in Europe: What is it to humanize the world if not to put it at the service of mankind? Mike Billman could have skipped that lecture, since he already understood the lesson. Once faith is imagined as being ' Ironic ' , Mike wrote just before his death, there appears value in even the smallest human action. Weakness becomes one of the great forms of power, and it challenges men repeatedly to test their spiritual strength. As a class, we are now poised on the verge of an exodus, a going out, into jobs, higher education, and families. In our eagerness to tes t our abilities, our strengths, and our energies on the world, we might do well to remember Mike Billmann ' s glimpse of the truth, that it is the challenge of sacrifice which best tempers our strengths. . . . Teach me, friend, to see with your eyes: God as the glue between cell walls, Christ at the heart of each tumbling atom. And how, when the Spirit breathes, the planet quakes as silently as a spinnaker, swelling towards the moon. from a poem for Mike Billmann, December, 1976 5 Dedication

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