St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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IGNATIAN And if the truth were only brought to light, The truth which they would very gladly smother, I bet you'd find that many a man they named Was great because he had an Irish mother. These French, these Germans and the rest, I grant, Are not without an elementary guile, They know enough to marry Irish girls Who in the course of time bear sons worth while. And yet I waive this point-it matters not- I still can show by names of Irish birth That for the catalogue you've just been scanning Qld Ireland supplies most men of Worth. There are Sullivans by the dozen, There are Tobins, Dunnes and Meaghers by the score There's a Doolan christened Dickey And an orator named Hickey And some Coffeys who are learned in the law. There are I-Iennesseys and Fentons, There are Flahertys and Conlons, Murphys, Queens There are Moynihans and Lenahans, And quite a bunch of Callahans, ' With Dillons and some Donohues and Breens. All the Kellys who could number Or remember all the mighty tribe of Lennon? There are Riordans, Hicks, and Phelans, There are Buckleys, Clearys, Whelans, There's a Luby and by Iove, there's Jack Mulreninl Need I mention all the Whittles and the Burkes? Need I count up all the Egans, Brooks and Flynns? Should I overlook the Connollys?

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ALMA MATER AND THE BOYS Doctor Pescia who'd ever forget Or overlook Charley Lastret? There is Henrico Costa To help out the roster, And Constantine Bricca, you bet. Campodonicds name makes me leary But itls easier to say than Caglierig The Rossis are twins, There's a brace of Gianinns, And I could give you more, but you'd weary. This sing-song over, Alma Mater yawned, As who should say, I've wasted time enoughg But suddenly another caught her ear By tapping his finger on a box of snuff. A sturdy little man, in prime of life, The pink of health bright glistening in his cheek, Named Dionysius, called, who knows? After the Syracusan or the Greek. I'm not quite sure how he got the nameg I've heard surmises curious and quaintg Suffice that of the other two who bore it One was a bloody tyrant, one a saint. He spoke in measured words of honeyed tone, Waxing a bit sarcastic now and then: Dear Alma Mater, why should you be bored With the loud chatter of these foolish men? They speak of Frenchmen, Germans, Spaniards to Italians and, if I mistake not, Dutch- I tell you that the glory of your name Relies not, never will rely on such. 0,

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ALMA MATER AND THE BOYS Z5 The Fitzpatricks and the Donnellys? And the Riley baptized Stanislaus for his sins? There's a Fogarty who presides above us all, There are Bannings and O'Neills and McElroys, There's a brace of black-haired Ryans, A fair sprinkling of O'Briens And a Cullinan who'll send more, for he has boys. Then there's Leonards, Griflins, Gleasons quite a few There are Crowleys, Mangans, Flannigans and Shays, There are Drums and some Maguires, And McKinstrys, also Dwyers, And I'm proud to say we're not without O'Days. I-Ie ceased, and Alma Mater said: You're right! The justice of your stand I must acknowledge. And so she ordered that an Irish Hag Be hoisted over St. Ignatius college. Edward F. O'Day, '00.