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(Ea;tJ. Jofltfjilj $uUumn. It . A. Ca])t. Joseph It Sullivan needs no letter of introduction to the readers of the “Ignatian.” Along; with llriga-dier-General Charles II. McKinstry, Master Klectrician Dick” Queen, twice recipient of the Croix de Guerre, Sergeant Con (Vllrien, awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, and so many other heroes whom St. Ignatius gave to I’ncle Sam he will be pointed to with pride by all the loyal sons of Alma Mater. Joe was always a “fighter,” courageously attacking anything from a Greek verb to Kuclid's method of finding the L. C. M. Me was a fighter on the football field too. and often did he put a healthy scare into the opposing front-rankers. Having passed successfully the examinations. Joe went to represent St. Ignatius at West Point. Popularity was the keynote to his success at West Point as at college, and when his class was graduated just at the outbreak of hostilities, he was commissioned Captain of Infantry, and was among the first to be sent overseas. That Capt. Joe’s ambitions to engage in the fight were

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12 run igxutux hurl tlu hot lava of human hatred from Cuba to Alaska— from the Philippines to Maine. And you, ladies and gentlemen, here to-night—for some of you may be honest believers in prohibitive legislation— remember that the more heavenly the dream, the more violent the awakening: that remembering it. you may gradually rouse yourselves and lessen its embittering shock. Let us be dupes no longer! Let us cast forth from our intellects these plans for prohibitive legislation, the burning ashes of a noxious incense that would drug us into the sleep of credulity for the purpose of our enslavement. Let us cast forth those ashes, because, as true Americans, we recognize in them the scent of tyranny and national dismemberment. And then when we have done this, when in our enlightenment we have relegated prohibitive legislation and all its coterie of awful possibilities to the tombs of the forgotten, let us set up for ourselves, in some conspicuous place, the warning motto — 'Pe temperate in all things.” and by way of amendment let us add, “even in our reforms”—that in following the teaching of that wise old precept, we may continue our national existence—in prosperity, security and peace. Edward Ignatius Fitzpatrick. Ifirfit (Cnmntuutmt Sweet Jesus, when Thou dost abide Within this spotless breast. And there Thy Majesty dost hide, Seeking calm peace and rest,— Unto that warm and tender heart The treasures of Thy Love impart.

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14 THE IGXAT I AX realized will be admitted readily by all. But we will let him speak tor himself. The following letter is addressed to his brother, Thomas Whitfield Sullivan, a member of the St. Ignatius I nit, S. A. f. C. Another member of the Sullivan clan, James McG., belonged to the famous Base Hospital Xo. 47, so highly praised by the Surgeon-General lor efficient service: Sars, my noble brother: Yesterday Marshal Foch, Admiral Weymss, General Pershing and myself called the war off and so there isn’t any more guerre. So when the Boche delegation had departed. I said to Marshal Foch: “Where to, Marshal, old top. now that the war is fini, I am out of an occupation. Have you an opening for a bright young man?” And the Marshal, clever old man that he is. replied: “Why, yes, Sully, I have one, but close it behind you when you go through the door.” And so to-day, Sars-field. I find myself a member of the Army of Occupation, which the Allies are going to maintain in Prussia. I do not know whether to be glad or sorry that 1 was not on the front when the end came. I could not be there on account of my wound. If I had been there, the last shell of the last gun would have riddled me, I am sure. I’m sorry, for there must have been a wild celebration. The fighting where I was. was particularly hard. You know where the First American Army was operating Well, Sars, they threw the picked Prussian Guard divisions against us, they pounded us with artillery and machine-gun barrages till the very air seemed to be so filled with flying lead that there was not room for more. And they showered us with gas, so that our breathing apparatus became null and void. When my battalion went to the attack, we were war-strength. We had a Major and four Captains. I was Captain of “I” Co., and I was right support company of the battalion. The Boche barrage broke over us for eight hours before the