St Johns University - Yearbook (Queens, NY)

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.xsfxf-X ititl gig! wrvfp nhg Q 9 Q' .-'f T '.a...i - v j I ' jjj ' T .W --is i 2EQ1fl... :7A g : Q ihiatnrg nf Thr 0112155 nf SIHIH FRESHMEN YEAR UR High School days were behind us. With an education equal in magnitude to the valor of Alexander the Great,,we were prepared for the momentous toils of College life. In that September meeting, for the fifth time, we were as happy as the morning glory when she opens her lips for the kiss of the refulgent sun. But alas, one thing there was to make us sad. lfVe were College men and we wanted it to be known. How counten- ances fell, when eyes beheld Bobby Grogan with knickerbockers. But rejoice, when winter came, Bobby needed new clothes and he donned the apparel of a man. The year opened with some losses from our ranks and some additions to them. The genii returned. Bd Curran had won the K. of C. scholarship and john Ryan the St. Iohnls. XVe had one grievance against Ryan. He was an Erasmian, and fearing that some perversion must have taken place within that youthful mind, we immediately undertook his reformation and jack was indeed a very apt scholar. The acquisition of J. Leo Finneran to the class of '18 was epoch making in our history. As pompous as undertakers, we sat through the first class. College studies. Life was just beginning. Oh, Hot Heart and Chilling Deeds. Qld Sophocles well bespoke our thoughts, when Father McGillicudy hurled those two thousand word Greek comps. How our consternation increased when we became better acquainted. VVhat with English derivatives from Greek roots, many a broken heart and tear-dimmed eye welcomed the 9 150 bell. Gur yearnings were at last appeased. The dreams of our youth were realized. Dr. Power was our English teacher. For the first few days we could only sit and gaze in admiration. Tradition had long ago filled our ears with wonderment of Dr. Power and now we had him. The war was still in its cradle when we were Freshmen, but the keen mind of the Dr. per-- ceived the capabilities of G-ermany and old Doc was nefver neutral. Neither had he any love for Russia. Doc would say while scratching his head with one finger, modern civilization is but a mere veneer. Scratch the Russian and you have the Tartar underneath. Doc was an authority on health and hygiene and gave us many a dissertation on the subject. He succeeded in making some of us wear B. V. D.'s all year round. He wore them summer and winter and never had a cold. Moral, wear B. V. D.'s when in danger of taking cold. , T g 27 i