Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

Page 23 text:

SKATTLK COLLKGK A XX CAL 21 argues all the time and seems to think he is right but to no avail. Tom Rattigan will never stand for his proofs. Gerald has peculiar views of the value of Greek,—some one said that they were similar to those held by one “Babe” McAtccr. But to return to Tom Rattigan. Tom is President of the Agathon Fraternity, a mysterious secret society which has quarters on the second floor of the Administration Building. It is the only Fiat of its kind west of the Mississippi. Its paraphernalia consists of—well, all we shall say is that the Pilgrim’s Progress and Aesop’s Fables are to be found in the Library. Well, as we were saying, Tom is responsible for it all. But moreover he is Business -Manager of the Palestra. The other business head of the Year Book is a member of Freshmen, Maurice Sullivan, Maurice has just invested in a new pair of glasses, and is trying to look intellectual. 'Flic aforesaid glasses do help, we have noticed. Another member of the clan of Sullivan who dwells in our midst is Leo, the class president. Leo is a pedestrian, Leo is large of brain and body, and genial of soul—and thus has endeared himself to all. Let the Class of ’19 march on to victory. We yield to none and always try to lead in whatever is taking place. And now, dear reader, farewell. I THE DAYS OF MAN I struck the steel upon the flint And nothingness soon claimed the glint; I struck a match upon the wall, It flashed and vanished—that was all. And so it seems with men and mice, All vanish hence but in a trice— However neat this simile. It doesn’t work by electricity. Robert J. Neilan, ’18.

Page 22 text:

20 T II K PA LESTRA Jfrrshntan WE began this, our initial year of College life, with the full determination that we were to set a pace that every succeeding Freshman Class would find it difficult to maintain. And in this we have succeeded. As the Sophomores have well noted to their intense chagrin we have, by sheer pluck and endurance, established our name. On the gridiron and diamond. in the class room and on the platform the banner of the Class of ‘19 has ever floated aloft, and every effort of the members of our band has been crowned with success. With one exception vc have remained intact throughout the whole year. Ray Oulette was the deserter who left our present company to take up his abode in the wilds of Detroit. However, his place was immediately taken by Baillargeon, who came to us from St. Martins, Lacey. “Babe” McAtcer has at times been called the “sleeping beauty,” but any one who knows the ardent love he has for Greek and Latin will never believe that “Babe” sleeps. We shall never lack news as long as “Babe” carries a copy of the “Wireless.” His scatmate is none other than the incomparable Billy Long. Every one knows Billy. If you don't just step out on the campus and watch him marshalling his team in the Not n League. Believe me, as Cicero says, Billy is some pitcher. And he is more than that, he is an orator, a poet, and a politician. Speaking of pitchers, have you ever seen Fred Schram in action? He is not always in action, so you must watch your chance. It is surely a fine sight to see him in the box. O, come and see. We almost forgot to say that Jimmie McIntyre is with us. Yes, sir, the great Jimmie who plays on the Baseball team, who plays a corner in the orchestra, who plays in Class and elsewhere. Now it would not be right to expose Jimmie’s abilities in the social sphere, so we shall pass on. Here comes Gerald Morris, who is the Class soothsayer, prophet and whatnot. Gerald

Page 24 text:

22 T II E P A L E S T li A “PEACE ON EARTH” Full nineteen hundred years ago, Near Bethlehem's humble site, A Child was born, and was proclaimed By angels through the night. With joy they sang “Hosanna!” “On earth be peace to men!” Their hymn was echoed far and wide Thro’ lowland, glade, and glen. And hearing, hearts were gladdened, And uttered songs of praise To Christ the King and Saviour, Who brightened weary ways. But now, ’mid Culture’s boasted pomp, We know that peace has fled : And sec on Europe’s bloody fields Great mounds of ghastly dead. The widow’s sob in vain is heard, 'Phe orphan’s cry is hush’d, Whilst Death and Hunger stalk abroad To satisfy men’s lust. Alas! those tidings seem forgot. Which came at Jesus’ birth; “Hosanna in excclsis”, “And peace to men on earth.” A message have those angels brought For cv’ry heart to know, That Christ, the Giver of all good, Will grant us Peace below. Oh! let us ask the promised gift. Oh! let us beg again; And we shall know through blessed peace Our prayer was not in vain. Come! let us seek the Infant’s crib, And beg his help once more, That Love which brought Him down on earth May end this bloody war. George Batllargeon, ’19.