St Johns University - Yearbook (Queens, NY)

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Q1 hifi' H ' ' 45 E kann!-'V 7 i ?-1-1 '-'- T ix Q C.: ifk 7,516 51, . ' f 1 A V l fb All 2 :Q even if we had to remain after two-thirty. The saddest part was that this class came the last period in the afternoon. We had many a tete-a-tete long into supper time, 'fnon sine multa ira, however. Not a theological topic failed of discussion in Christian Doctrine. Father Corcoran presided. How we feared that man. Someone said The hardest thing in the world is to discern whether Father Corcoran is kidding you or hauling you over the coals. Not a head would turn, nor a hand move with- out a command. Vlfhenever a chap became unruly a stern voice said, Go out please ! Father McGilicudy listened to our weekly orations. Remember the day we stood seven in a row before the empty chairs, exclaiming as a unit, VVe are slaves and accompanying the words with gestures? Around her form I draw etcg For Graham was censured for Modernism. Thank God the press didn't get the speech. In the annual Contest for Oratory, Curran harangued the Public on Americanism and Graham on 'fModernism. It was the tercentenary of the Bard of Avon's death when we were Sophs. Revivals of Shakespeare were everywhere. Nor were such aspirations wanting to the men of St. Iohn's. The program for the Olio read Graham as Hamlet, Callahan for Horatio, Curran for the first grave digger and Ryan the second. Curran experienced difficulty while clothing himself in the garb of a menial. He was a beautiful grave- digger. A college man is apt for all circumstances. Ryan looked like a busi- ness man in disguise. An under-class man told Graham he looked like an old maid. Arthur tripped gayly to and fro, loose and careless. Curran received honorable mention for next in merit for the Bishop Loughlin medal. He was the winner of the medal for highest average. Gro- gan was next. Curran and Grogan were again named for highest honors. Carey, Giovinco and Ryan for high honors. We had completed half our col- lege course, and with the usual hand shakes and revoirs, we adjoined for the summer. A 33

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A f -Z4-1g QT ...- ,.. -I ,, ,,.. Q ,,.. .a 'i A - i WI, I- 4 f ei il' -' - 11' 5f '72 W 'il ig Y 157- ,,::' ul , ix- i ,JS A JUNIOR YEAR UR return to Junior year was one of pomp and splendor. Vile donned the robes of philosophers, Pacing the corridors, upholstered in cap and gown, we were both admired and chided. New fields of learning confronted us. NrVe had heard many years ago, from Dr, Power et al., the magnitude of philosophy. Wie wondered what the monster was and knowing from tradition that we were not educated until wer studied it, we determined to becomes amores safwezztiae. VVe were princes at argument. The red boy argued about every and anything, even if he had to manufacture it. Our anticipation was one of reality. Puffed with pride and eager for recognition we sallied thru the halls with heads at philosophic angles. The most momentous feature of junior curriculum is philosophy and for ones who have completed two years in the science, it is amusing to no-tice how fledglings begin to define and assert. Perhaps we were usual and commonplace but no doubt more up-to-date than others. However, our starch was removed from us when Fr. NVood began his desk pounding and rancous disavowment. How he craved for the bambini, yet we think the bambini were no more terrorized than we, for a while. Arthur came close to getting his head knocked off for Christmas. Giovinco didn't always understand, when Fr. was looking. Graham didn't prepare Father. Curran rattled off with ease. Liller was often dazed and blunted. Hannon almost cried and once tried to argue but never again. Grogan sympathized with Arthur while Carey and Pfananshlag never registered concern. On the whole we had a very lively time and when reached Gmne ens in se bonum est, we were sorry the class was beginning to end. Passer-by would often offer words of condolence to us when late in the day and early on Saturdays we were employed in the physics laboratory. We didn't know the quotation but our sentiments were written by the immortal bard of Avon For brother, men can speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel, but tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charms ache with air and agony with words. No one ameliorated our sufferings. With Amer and Bliss in one hand and a screen in the other we would trv to focus with two silly old lenses. Afternoon sessions were no more infrequent than Saturday ones. May the souls of Newton, Descartes, Archimedes, Boyle and others, rest in peace. VVe thought 35