Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 15 b 4 4 Thomas Lovell Spellmire TO LOVELL belongs the unusual distinction of having made and completed all his studies at Seattle College. “It’s a long way to Graduation,” so long, in fact, that very few students reach that event of their life without a varied career in different schools of learning. Lovell saw the light of day in Cincinnati, Ohio, on the 5th of January, 1896. Answering the call of the West, his family moved to the Puget Sound Country when the subject of the present sketch was only four years old. His first elementary training was given by the Sisters of the Holy Names at the Sacred Heart School. As a preparatory department was conducted in Seattle College, Lovell was able to register as a student with us as early as 1906. As time went on Lovell showed a strong inclination for Mathematics and while the charms of Xenophon’s “Retreat of the Ten Thousand” had no inspiration for him, he delved into the realm of Calculus so fiercely that there is no sticker too difficult for him to answer. A remarkable thing is ascribed to Lovell,—only once did he fail to hand in a paper in Calculus. Yes, dear reader, Lovell is a student. The games and contests of the campus fascinate him not—the Lab. and a philosophical difficulty arc his joy and delight. If anyone can find more difficulties in a proposition than Lovell, we would like to meet the man. Always ready to lend a helping hand, we predict for him a brilliant career. We are sorry to part with him. He has shown us what devotion to one idea can accomplish; and we wish him all happiness and success. b 4 4

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u T II E P A L E S T H A i' 4 Lester Byron Schorn LESTER hails from the “land of sagebrush and apples.” He was born in the thriving little town of North Yakima, June 2nd, 1S96. He attended the parochial school of his native town and completed his High School Course in Marquette Hall. Lester spent his first year of College life at Gon aga University, where his ability for oratory was first recognized on the dramatic stage. But it was reserved to the Jesuit School on Broadway to watch Lester’s growing powers as an elocutionist. As an interpreter of the stirring Alaskan pieces of the Spell of the Yukon, of the Cremation of Sam McGee, lie has been a source of delight to many Seattle audiences. He has taken an active part in all dramatic performances and is an active member of the Debating Society. As Manager of the Baseball Team and as President of the Student Body, 1 .ester has always been identified with College activities and has striven to awaken a spirit of loyalty to Seattle College and its traditions. In the classroom he has been no less active, as the many medals and testimonials bear abundant proof. Many a night and oft has the midnight oil been burning in Lester’s chamber, while others have been tripping the “light fantastic,” showing that he is a firm believer in the motto, “Genius is a capacity for staying up late” (studying). Lester is the Editor-in-Chief of the “Palestra.” We do not know what Lester intends to do, but he has our heartfelt good wishes in all his undertakings. d- 1’1« -

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1( T II E P A L E S T R A iliutinr TO SAY that the troubles of Junior Year outnumbered its joys; that the cares, placed on a balance, outweighed the pleasures of the school year just passed, would be wrong indeed. On the other hand, one would not be justified in claiming an advantage in favor of our oft-interrupted happiness. A state of equilibrium, so to speak, was maintained throughout the year. At times, especially during Examinations, life seemed void of all save trouble and study. The dark clouds of worry gathered on the distant horizon, and rose until they obscured the sun and shut out the blue sky above. There was an ominous vague feeling that something was wrong. The very air seemed charged with fearful threats. It was the lull that always precedes the storm. So we prayed and waited. Finally the storm broke. The wind rose and mocked us; with hollow moans it flaunted us for our distractions in Class, for our inattention. It rose and increased, in howling scorn it jeered us. We shuddered and cowered in fear. Our minds were weary and our bodies well-nigh broken. Would the torture never cease? It must. . . . The Exams arc over, and the sun peeps from out the troubled sky. If every single cloud has the proverbial bright interior, who, then, is capable of imagining the beauty of our sky line after the Exams were over. Some paragraph, isn’t it? Now Adam and Eve had their Apple Tree, Caesar his Brutus, Washington its Prohibition, and therefore WE must have our Mathematics. I suppose they were all necessary evils. Mathematics we arc led to suppose has some hidden good, some almost unfathomable quality that can be perceived and appreciated when, and only when, the person, so desiring, has spent one hour or more out of every twenty-four in close communion with his Text Book. Now the writer, in common with several others, stands in awe of Mathematics. It baffles him. It is a mysterious, dread, preternatural thing in which he can gain no foothold. Therefore he refuses to say a single word about the subject. The Jubilee Class of ’17, one and all, advocate Preparedness, but only about one-half of them practice it. Let us illustrate: J. McAtcer, Beezer and Andrew Sedlock consider Preparedness the one real live issue of the day. Accordingly the approach of Exams does not disturb or ruffle their calm satisfaction. They continue the even tenor of their ways, unmolested by thoughts of “midnight oil” or “cramming.” We will not dwell on the predicament of the rest of the class. “Preparedness” is a good slogan.