Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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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.

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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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S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A N N U A L IT So much for higher things.” Let us descend to earth. Space is growing short and after the fashion of every proper Class Chronicle, we must proceed to record a few of the principal events of the year. T. G. Earles arrived two weeks late, R. J. Coughlin later, and J. P. Mitchell latest. The two last named hail from Iowa. Maybe it was the fault of the state in which they were born that caused them to be late. I don’t know. Four members of the Class participated in the Football game between the College and the High School teams. R. Bcezer at right end covered himself with glory. Of course the other three starred. On College Day the Class presented a skit entitled Twenty Years Hence.” It was loudly applauded. All appeared after the Christmas holidays wearing theii loudest neckties and gloomiest looks. Wetness had passed from us, leaving an arid Prohibition waste. The Exams come and go, and J. McAtecr excepted, the whole Class joins the Glee Club. J. P. Mitchell of the University District, takes a three weeks’ trip East. The Repetitions and Exams are again appp roach ing. J. P. Mitchell returns and quits the Baseball squad, claiming that too much play and not enough study makes John a flunked boy.” The Junior Banquet was held on May 18th at the “Northold” Inn. The Senior Class were our guests. A. Scdlock of Renton gave a pleasing vocal solo, while L. B. Schorn of ’16, the Class Valedictorian, gave a very forceful speech on “Our Duty to Alma Mater.” The “cigarres” for the occasion were furnished by L. G. Reilly of Beacon Hill. 'Fhe year draws to a close. Ere long there will be a new Junior Class and we shall go to occupy the places left vacant for us. We can only wish that our successors do as well as we did. Modesty forbids us to sav more. 4 $• °i