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Entered as second-class matter at Notre Dame, Indiana. Acceptance for mailing at special rate ol postage. Section 

1108, October 3, 1917, authorized June 23, 1918. 



A sunbeam, searching through the leaves. 
Had found the mystic quiet of your face; 
He wondered, prayed and then forgot 
Hera’s coldness and Aphrodite’s grace. 



“First in war; first in peace; and first in 
the hearts of his countrymen !” George 
Washing-ton won a Revolution. 

“First in the shot put; first in the forty- 
yard dash; first in the forty-yard hig'h hur- 
dles; first in the quarter mile; first in the 
mile; first in the two-mile; first in the pole 
vault; and first in the relay race!” Notre 
Dame’s track team lost to Illinois. 

It is a good thing the British didn’t have 
a General Gill. 

And it is also a good thing that Abraham 
Lincoln was not a basketball player. Had 
he indulged, being built along the lines of 
Chadwick of Wabash, it is very probable 
that he would have become too famous to 
be President. Which shows how little things 
might have changed the whole trend of his- 
tory — but didn’t. The campaigns of the 
Revolution were concluded very much along 
the lines of the Illinois meet. By skillfully 
combining a number of ‘seconds’ with a few 
well-chosen “firsts’ the final score was a big 
upset to the contemporary dope-bucket. 
Likewise friend Chadwick, by taking a 
great deal of punishment, succeeded in a 
calm and deliberate plan of feeding the 
ball to his friends and saved the Wabash 
union. (Mr. Coman, Mr. Dunne, and his- 
tory lovers need not notice.) 

“It was a bad week for the home team,” 
seems to be the logical conclusion — especial- 
ly when we look at the iceless idleness of 
the hockey team; the Navy’s lack of con- 
sideration of visitors, and the two home de- 
feats. But as the old saying is, “Don’t 
judge a book by the review.” Followers of 
the teams picked out so many fine points in 
the showings made Saturday that a stranger 
would never have guessed that there had 
been a defeat. And. many who are not 

strangers are convinced that there won’t be 
many more defeats. The firsts in the track 
meet didn’t cany far enough in a dual 
meet, but they certainly would stand out 
in a big meet — or against anyone else but 
Illinois. And all the boxing teams aren't 
like the Navy, nor basketball teams Bke our 
friends from Wabash. 

Wabash also came into the Notre Dame 
eye — somewhat after the manner of a cin- 
der — by winning the state oratorical con- 
test. Harry McGuire and his “Peace 
Through Independence” are compliments to 
the ability of the opposing speaker, and 
guarantees that the winner was good. 

Dan Hickey’s Juggler fell into the arms 
of an eager public Monday night. There 
was a rush downtown Tuesday morning to- 
secure “Violets, orchids, roses and chrysan- 
themums for smart shoulders, 35c to $2.95,”' 
but the fellows hurried right back again to 
study anew the double spread by McElroy. 
The way the issue sold brought back mem- 
ories of Christmas. The number should 
strike terror into the major portion of the 
mailing list. 

No classes Monday. Which makes every- 
one but the Seniors have a decidedly patri- 
otic glow. And even with the Seniors it is 
a toss-up to balance the ills against the 
thrills of the first appearance in cap and 
gown. So far the thrills have it, but if the 
Committee mathematics went astray, odds 
will shift. Another horrible handicap to 
the joy is the rent. And they say this 
handicap grows worse as one grows older. 
At any rate, some one is going to enjoy 
Washington’s Birthday, — making a fine be- 
ginning for next week, and a good ending 
for this Week. 



S. A. C. Notes 

Six members, Kohout, Bach, Collins, Don 
Miller, O’Neill and Brady, were absent from 
the S. A. C. meeting in the Library last 
Sunday morning. 

xV d s — 

The Mid-West Student Conference will 
meet at Notre Dame in 1926 if the resolu- 
tion passed by the Council produces favor- 
able results. Chairman George Bischoff 
broached the subject; he said that, with en- 
tertainment for the delegates made easily 
available, there was no good reason why 
the meeting should not be held here. What- 
ever expense is incurred will be no more 
than that of sending Notre Dame delegates 
to an outside conference. The members of 
the Council unanimously agreed upon these 

The Conference is made up of some fifty 
delegates who represent the student councils 
of twenty-eight universities and colleges in 
the Middle West. The meeting this year is 
to be held late in April at the Kansas State 
School of Agriculture. 

— n d s — 

The men engaged in collecting contribu- 
tions for the football memorial fund report- 
ed encouraging progress. Much work yet 
remains to be done, however, notably that 
of interviewing the Day-Students. This 
group was turned over to the Blue Circle, 
who, after devising their own manner of 
procedure, will go on with the collection. 

— nds — 

John Moran, chairman of the elections 
committee, read a preliminary draft of the 
proposed new election rules. The provision 
which forbade voting in absentee was the 
only one to encounter serious objection. 
Many members thought that those students 
who were necessarily absent from the Uni- 
versity on election day should not lose their 
vote on that account. No one offered an 
acceptable substitute for this provision, 
however, and it will be discussed further at 
tomorrow’s meeting. 


Harry A. McGuire of Notre Dame, speak- 
ing on “Peace Through Independence,” won 
third place in the Indiana State Oratorical 
Contest held Friday night, February 18, at 
Franklin College. Leland M. Ross of 
Wabash won first place; his subject was 
“Our Future as a Race.” Paul Huston of 
Purdue, with “Government by the People” 
was second. Besides the above, Earlham, 
Franklin, Butler and Manchester each had 
an entry. 

Immediately following the contest a re- 
ception was given for the contestants and 
judges during which the names of the win- 
ners were announced. Mr. Ross received a 
cash prize of fifty dollars and Mr. Huston 
one of tw r enty-five dollars. 

Mr. Ross will represent Indiana in the 
Interstate Contest to be held later. 


To avoid possible misunderstanding, no- 
tice is hereby given that: 

1. No student may gain credit in the 
College of Arts and Letters who is not reg- 
istered for at least fifteen (15) hours of 
class per week, nor (unless by special ex- 
emption, granted only by the Dean) for 
more than tw r enty-one (21). 

2. Seniors in Arts and Letters who are 
registered for only fifteen (15) hours of 
class per week are required to attain a pass- 
ing grade in all the subjects for which 
they are registered, whether or not the 
hours thus earned would bring their total 
number of hours for the four years up to 
or beyond the required 144. (By decision 
of the Univ. Council.) This does not apply 
to part time students. 

3. The latest date for handing in prize 
essays and graduating theses is May second. 

4. Failure to produce a satisfactory 
graduating thesis, or to present three type- 
written, properly bound copies of it to the 
head of his respective department on or 
before May second will debar the student 
from graduating in June. 





One of the most prominent organizations 
of the school, with regard to off-campus ac- 
tivities, is the Varsity Quartet, composed of 
John Butler, Arthur Haley, George Koch 
and Alfred Meyers. These four men have 
made numerous appearances at different 
functions in South Bend and with the Glee 
Club upon its winter tour, and have been 
exceptionally well received at every appear- 

The Quartet has sung, among other af- 
fairs, at the Football Banquet given by the 
South Bend merchants, at the K. of C. Ini- 
tiation banquet, several Rotary Club meet- 
ings, for WGAZ of the South Bend Tribune, 
and in every town in which the Glee Club 
gave a concert. 

The Glee Club appearances of the Quar- 
tet were especially fine and well-received, 
as witness an excerpt from the review of 
the Saginaw, Mich., concert: 

“The Glee Club emulates the football 
team of Notre Dame in certain particulars. 
It has teamwork down to a nicety. In its 
ensemble numbers, it has true harmony. 

It has its “four horsemen” too. The Stuhl- 
dreher-Layden-Crowley-Miller backfield of 
the gridiron has its counterpart in the quar- 
tet composed of Butler, Haley, Koch and 
Meyers. Just as the “four horsemen” of the 
gridiron furnished most of the thrills for 
the football followers when Notre Dame 
performed, the quartet furnished the punch 
and fun of the concert Sunday evening. The 
quartet paid its tribute to the Notre Dame 
football team with a number detailing the 
deed of Rockne, the “Horsemen,” and the 
unsung line, and then crowned a hit at the 
expense of Leland Stanford to the tune of 
“California, Here I Come.” 

The quartet has appeared as a feature of 
several of the Club smokers given on the 
campus, and appeared Wednesday night and 
sang for the Freshmen at their smoker held 
in Brownson Rec. 

A Glee Club concert was to be given in 
Valparaiso and Peru, Ind., during the week- 
end of Washington’s Birthday; but due to 
an unexpected change in the arrangements, 
the plans were overturned and the concerts 


Plans are being formulated for the Easter 
trip to be taken by the Club during the 
Spring vacation. This trip will cany the 
organization eastward to Ohio and Penn- 
sylvania and possibly to other states of the 

N D S 

Both the Band and the Orchestra have 
been inactive during the winter, but at- 
tempts will be made to reorganize and re- 
vitalize the two organizations during the 
Spring months. 


Dean Thomas Konop, of the Hoynes Col- 
lege of Law, addressed the Knights of Co- 
lumbus of Notre Dame Council at their 
meeting held Tuesday night, February 17. 
His subject was, “Confessions of a Con- 
gressman.” The Dean gave many interest- 
ing sidelights on the workings of Congress 
and its connection with the people it repre- 

Before closing his talk the Dean exhibit- 
ed some clippings from a paper of Civil 
War days which contained articles con- 
demning President Abraham Lincoln. He 
also showed his audience a book that had 
been autographed by famous Uncle Joe 
Cannon, once Congressman from Illinois. 

Grand Knight McGuire announced that 
another initiation would be held on March 6. 

The Knightingales, Notre Dame Council 
orchestra, entertained with several selec- 
tions and lunch was served to round out the 

The next meeting is to be held next Tues- 
day night. Mark Nolan, lecturer of the 
Council, has arranged to have Coach Knute 
Rockne speak at this meeting. 




A two volume work by Kaempffert titled 
"A Popular History of American Invention” 
is among the most recent arrivals at the 
Lemmonier Library. 

The Secretary of State for Hungary was 
a recent visitor in the art galleries. 

Father Gregory, 0. S. B., has restored 
the copy of “The Judgment of Solomon,” 
the original of which hangs in a gallery at 

Mr. Wightman of Evanston, Illinois, has 
presented three water colors by Guerin. 
This gift completes the Guerin Series. 

The circulation figures for January, 1925, 
total 1772, an increase of almost five hun- 
dred over the same month in 1924. 


Dr. I. Sandrock, of South Bend, addressed 
the Educational Seminar in the Notre Dame 
Library Monday night on the subject, “Prob- 
lems of Adolescence.” A large number of 
students and graduate students were pres- 
ent as well as several teachers from South 
Bend, and the keen interest attached to the 
question was manifested by the discussion 
which was held after the speaker concluded. 

Dr. Sandrock viewed his subject from the 
medical and purely neurological standpoint. 
He stressed the importance of looking for 
latent diseases or pronounced tendencies to- 
ward diseases in the adolescent, and spoke 
of the vast change which the psychology of 
the sex emotions produced in the child’s 
makeup. The proper direction of the sex 
and social urges constitute a problem of 
immense importance in adolescence inas- 
much as their treatment by elimination, re- 
pression, rationalization or mental compen- 
sation may mean the production of a good 
citizen or a social outlaw. 

During his talk Dr. Sandrock mentioned 
the three types of nervous patients, the 
neuroses, psycho-neuroses and the psy- 
choses, explaining by means of actual ex- 
amples the difference between them and the 
methods used in their treatment. He dis- 
cussed the probable effects of environment 
and heredity, and explained the theory of 

Freud and psychoanalysis. He emphasized 
that all unusual conduct should be noted in 
children as it may be the keynote by means 
of which impending difficulties may be fore- 
seen and averted. 

Fr. William Cunningham, C. S. C., Direc- 
tor of the School of Education, presided at 
the meeting. 


Sincere sorrow was expressed at the Uni- 
versity last Monday, when word came of 
the death of Mrs. Miles W. O’Brien, wife of 
a true friend of Notre Dame. 

Mr. O’Brien, of the South Bend Lathe 
Works, is Treasurer of the Board of Trus- 
tees of the University, whose function it is 
to hold, invest and administer all endow- 
ment funds. Added token of his interest in 
things of Notre Dame is the Miles W. 
O’Brien prize of fifty dollars, awarded an- 
nually for excellence in Mechanical Draw- 
ing. In the light o f what he has done for 
Notre Dame, his bereavement cannot but 
call forth the sympathy and the prayers of 
everyone connected with the University. 

Mrs. O’Brien was actively engaged in the 
work of many social and charitable organ- 
izations in South Bend. She was a trustee 
of the Visiting Nurses association, and a 
member of the Children’s Dispensary As- 
sociation and the Circle of Mercy. The 
funeral was held on Wednesday from St. 
Patrick’s Church, and burial was made in 
LaSalle, 111. 

Mrs. O’Brien’s place in the community is 
evidenced by this tribute from the editorial 
columns of the South Bend Neivs-Times : 

“The entire community will stand at the 
side of the bereaved husband and daughters 
and mourn the passing of Mrs. Miles 
O’Brien. The untimeliness of her passing 
adds to the personal grief of her friends. 

“Her deep interest in worthy charities, 
her fine example of devoted motherhood, her 
active sympathy with the less fortunate 
placed her among the high type of women 
who keep the world pure and sweet and 
clean and ever make it better. 

“The city will miss and remember her.” 




The exercises attending 1 the annual pre- 
sentation of the flag by the Senior Class to 
the University will take place on Monday, 
February 23, at 9 a. m. in Washington Hall. 
Preceding the exercises a Mass will be 
celebrated in the Sacred Heart Church, 
after which the Seniors will don their caps 
and gowns and march from the parlor of 
the main Building to Washington Hall. 

The program follows: 

Overture Orchestra 

Song — “The Star Spangled Banner” The Audience 
Selections from Washington’s Farewell Address 
Raymond Norris, A. B., ’25 

Ode Harry McGuire, A. B., ’25 

Vocal Solo George Koch, Ph. B. in Com., ’25 

Selection Orchestra 

Presentation of the Flag D. C. Miller, LL.B., ’25 

President of the Senior Class. 

Acceptance of the Flag 

The Revei-end Thomas Irving, C.S.C. 

Vice-President of the University. 

Song — “Notre Dame” The Audience 

A. I. E. E. MEETS 

The local unit of the American Institute 
of Electrical Engineers met in the Engi- 
neering Buliding last Monday night. 

Mr. Harold J. Harstick gave a very in- 
structive discussion of the use of Diesel en- 
gines as prime movers in power plants and 
compared them to steam and hydro-electric 
installations. Mr. Malcolm F. Knaus dis- 
cussed the theory of lightning and thunder 
and contrasted the causes of these phenom- 
ena with the popular conception of them. 
The discussion of these papers together with 
the reading of the newly issued Juggler fur- 
nished sufficient enjoyment for all. 

Future inspection trips were the subject 
of discussion at the meeting. The time is 
now being arranged for a visit to the cen- 
tral Fire and Police Alarm station on 
Wayne Street in South Bend. Trips to the 
Dodge Manufacturing plant in Mishawaka 
and the Singer Company plant in South 
Bend were considered. 


Mr. Frank Riley came to Washington 
Hall on the evening of February 13, and 
provided an interesting two hours with his 
Travelogue on the Pacific Northwest. Mr. 
Riley’s engaging personality and rich sense 
of humor made the lecture delightfully in- 
formal and those who were frightened away 
by the announcement of a travelogue are to 
be commiserated for missing this perform- 


The Juggler, Notre Dame’s humorous 
publication, made its first appearance of 
1925, Monday night. The present issue is 
devoted to that much discussed person, the 
“he-man” of Notre Dame. 

The art work of Wilbur McElroy is out- 
standing. His feature, a two-page spread,, 
entitled “An Impression of Notre Dame By 
One Who Has Never Been Here” is one of 
the best things of recent Juggler years. 
James Quigley, new member of the art staff, 
has distinguished himself by the number 
and excellence of his drawings. 

George Palomino from Mexico City, a 
freshman in the Department of Architec- 
ture, was awarded the five-dollar prize for 
the best contribution to the “he-man” num- 


The Student Vaudeville Show, originally 
scheduled for February 26 and 27, in Wash- 
ington Hall, has been postponed until March 
10 and 11 because of the interference of 
other entertainments. 

The persons in charge of the show wish 
it understood that the Day Student organi- 
zation is merely sponsoring the production, 
and that it is in no sense a Day Student 
affair exclusively. In fact, the great major- 
ity of those to take part are students re- 
siding on the campus. 




It was fifty-eight years ago that the St. 
Mary’s students entertained at Notre Dame. 
In a corner of Volume 1 of The Scholastic 
Year, the following item appeared: “The 
young ladies who visited the College with 
their parents before ‘settling down’ at the 
Academy, and who charmed us with their 
playing on the Grand Piano, in the College 
Parlor, have given us an exalted notion of 
their attainments in the musical line.” 

That event occurred two years after Lee 
presented his sword to Grant and twenty- 
five years after Father Sorin’s arrival at 
the banks of St. Mary’s Lake. The Scho- 
lastic Year was a seven page weekly giving 
accounts of noteworthy occurrences not only 
at Notre Dame but at St. Mary’s as well. 
The subscription price was $2.50 the year 
and the subscriber had the privilege of re- 
ceiving with The Scholastic Year the Are 
Maria. In its own words, the purpose of 
The Scholastic Year was, “to give to par- 
ents frequent accounts of the institutions in 
which they have placed their children.” It 
is well written and ! occasionally becomes 
quite clever. 

Someone gave 1925 a smile when he 
wrote in the first issue: “We would like 

exceedingly to make The Scholastic Year 
an illustrated paper so far at least as to 
give the photographs of the frank, intelli- 
gent, cheerful-looking students who are 
rapidly filling up the college halls and mak- 
ing the playgrounds resound with their 
merry games and rejoicing the hearts of the 
professors by their zeal and enthusiasm in 
elass ; we must content ourselves, however, 
with giving a list of their names.” Then 
followed the list of students. The enroll- 
ment was about 450 and that number in- 
cluded the “junior” and the “senior” “di- 
visions.” It seems that students were liable 
to arrive at almost any time for as late as 
June 6, 1868, there was the usual list of 
three or four “new arrivals at Notre 
Dame.” And during the course of that 
scholastic year, the learned ancestor of the 
present Scholastic had occasion to note 
that there were 45 professors and 500 stu- 

dents at Notre Dame and that the alumni 
numbered 112. 

Even as now, the editor of that day had 
his troubles. Here’s, how we know: “Our 

correspondents are requested: ; .(1) Not to 
write on both sides of the sheet; (2) Not 
to write with pencil; (3) To write legibly 
and to consult Webster occasionally.” 

In that volume there can be found a curi- 
osity. And it so happens that this curiosity 
is nothing else but a sport story minus the 
sport story’s usual jargon. Read it: “On 

Wednesday last a very interesting match 
took place between the first and second 
nines of the Star of the West Base Ball 
Club, the former to put out six of the latter 
in each inning.” The final score was 73-22 
in favor of the first nine. Speculations as 
to the excitement of the match are unnec- 

There were poets in those days, too. 
Probably they pitched base ball. Anyhow, 
no matter what they did, they didn’t prac- 
tice the use of free verse where it might 
meet the public gaze. They mixed Latin 
with English and got a solution something 
like this: 

“The nox was lit by the lux of luna, 

“And ‘twas a nox most opportuna 
“To catch a possum or a coona 
“For nix was scattered o’er this mundus 
“A shallow nix and non profundus.” 

That isn’t half the verse. It is hardly a 
fair sample. In all, there are one and one- 
half columns of it. The boys of those days 
might have been ignorant of static, shaving- 
sticks and sidelines but they certainly knew 
a few Latin declensions and one or two of 
the irregular Greek verbs. — J. F. o’d. 


The orchestras which have donated their services 
to the Ladies Auxiliary of the Knights of Colum- 
bus for the four dances which have been, and are 
being, conducted by that organization this week- 
end are the following: 

Wednesday — Harry Denny’s Collegians. 

Thursday — The Druids Nine-Piece Orchestra. 

Friday — Perc Connolly’s Big Five. 

Saturday — Art Haereons South Bend Orchestra. 




The Scribblers enjoyed one of their popu- 
lar All-Scribbler meetings Wednesday night 
during which most of the members read a 
contribution of either verse or prose. 

Of these contributions, Harry McGuire’s 
one act play and the verse of Francis C. 
Miller and Corbin Patrick provoked the 
most discussion. In an interesting paper, 
Mark Nevils revealed the location of a na- 
tural sun-dial on the eompus. A friend of 
Nevils’ accepted the challenge of Professor 
Shuster, issued last year in the Scholastic, 
to find this dial and was recently successful. 
Larry O’Leary’s, “The Way of a Maid,” 
inspired by Les Grady’s recent sketch of the 
same name, was probably the most enter- 
taining bit of the evening. 


At a meeting of the Chicago Club in 
Brownson Rec Room, Feb. 5, William J. 
Cerney, President, appointed the following 
committees to complete arrangements for 
the Easter Formal Dance: Music : George 

0‘Day (Chairman), Robert Carey, George 
Doherty, Robert Stephen; Ballroom : Vin- 
cent D. O’Malley, (Chairman), Arthur Bid- 
well, Clarence Riley, Joseph Harvey; Pro- 
gram: Eugene Schwartz (Chairman), Jo- 
seph Rigali, John Stamm, Robert Irminger ; 
Tickets : John Bulger (Chairman), Ray- 
mond McClory, John McMullen, Herbert 
Burt; Reception: William Corbett (Chair- 
man) , Edward Collins, Thomas Leahy, John 

In very typical Chicago fashion, the dis- 
cussion concerning the dance waxed hot and 
heavy, so much so, that it was thought 
fatalities might result. However, all the 
dissenting members amicably buried the 
hatchet at the appearance of refreshments 
and smokes. 

A rising vote of thanks was tendered 
Walter Metzger, Vice-President, for his 
splendid work in arranging the Christmas 

It is planned to make the Easter Dance 
the most elaborate ever given by a Notre 

Dame group away from the University. En- 
tire details will be announced in ample time 
to permit every student of the University 
opportunity to make arrangements to at- 


The institution of St. Edward’s Council, 
No. 2559, took place Sunday, December 14, 
at St. Edward’s College, Austin, Texas. At 
the same time a joint initiation was held 
with Capital City Council, No. 1017. The 
ceremonies of the day were begun at St. 
Edward’s College when all candidates for 
initiation went to Holy Communion in a 
body. A breakfast was then served in the 
college dining hall. At nine o’clock the Very 
Rev. Matthew Schumacher, C. S. C., presi- 
dent of St. Edward’s College, was celebrant 
of a Solemn High Mass in St. Edward’s 
College chapel. The celebrant was assisted 
by the Rev James Quinlan, C. S. C., deacon, 
the Rev. E. Vincent Mooney, C. S. C., sub- 
deacon, and the Rev. Paul J. Foik, C. S. C., 
master of ceremonies. — Columbia (feb.) 


Old Students Hall, located on the West 
Campus, next to the Lemmonier Library, 
is fast assuming shape and during the past 
six weeks rapid strides have been made to- 
ward the completion of the exterior and the 
vast amount of mason work connected with 
the finishing of the interior. Vincent Fa- 
gan, who with Prof. Kervick of the Uni- 
versity Department of Architecture de- 
signed the building, has followed the prog- 
ress of the building carefully and estimates 
that it will be ready for partial occupancy 
the first week in July, at the opening of the 
summer session. 

It is probable that this building will house 
some of the incoming Freshmen in Septem- 
ber; specifications call for the completion 
by then of rooms for one hundred and sixty 
men. The rooms are all designed for single 




We noticed a clock in the library the 
other day. This was not unusual in itself. 
We work there and confess to having looked 
at clocks before. But this particular clock 
was not running. It appeared to be an effi- 
cient clock; it had the inner mechanism; it 
had a compact and practical looking ex- 
terior. Nothing seemed to be lacking, and 
yet .the clock was not performing its func- 
tion. So it is with some students. They 
possess the mental mechanism, their ap- 
pearance and bearing promise much, and 
yet they fail to perform their functions. 
Just as the clock is patiently awaiting the 
time when someone will set in motion its 
inner mechanism, transforming it from a 
useless decoration into an uncertain time- 
piece, so these students are waiting for 
someone to force activity upon them, to 
feed them pre-assimilated knowledge, and to 
transform them from complacent idlers 
Into reluctant students and half-interested 
participants in student activities. 

When we looked up inquiringly at the 
clock it seemed to say, “You want to know 
what time it is? Ask one of the clocks, 
I’m indisposed.” When we look expectantly 
to certain students for contributions to the 
campus publications, for help in organizing 
a club, staging a show, or assisting in the 
hundred and one other activities the bur- 
dens of which always eventually fall upon 
the shoulders of one or two individuals, 
they assume the let-George-do-it attitude. 
They are too busy doing nothing. When, 
in class, the professor asks them a question, 
they in turn ask their neighbor. 

The library clock, being mere mechanism, 
was not entirely at fault. But these stu- 
dents who are eternally waiting for someone 

to prod them into doing something are to 
blame. They are shirking duties and re- 
sponsibilities. But the fact doesn’t seem to 
worry them; their complacency makes that 
of the clock seem interested concern. There 
are Seniors who will be graduated in June 
without having done one constructive thing 
for themselves or for student activities. 
There are freshmen who will go through 
four years with the same result, unless 
someone snaps them out of their mental 
and physical lethargy. And, even if some- 
one managed to do this, they would prob- 
ably be like the clock; it has to be rewound 
every eight days. — A. D. M. 


The classrooms in the new addition to Sci- 
ence Hall are rapidly being ruined by those 
students who use their pencils and knives 
and shoes to deface the walls and desks. 
This is a peculiar matter to bring to the 
attention of college men and especially to 
Notre Dame men. It is hardly believable 
that a person who possesses sufficient intel- 
ligence to want to attend Notre Dame, who 
has been raised by parents who want to 
send him to such a place, who hopes to rise 
above the level of the barbarian and the 
savage, would indulge in such vandalism. 

It may be sport to make a perfect im- 
print of an O’Sullivan heel on an immacu- 
late wall; there may be some satisfaction 
to be derived from writing a philosophy 
note with dirty fingers beside the heel 
mark; there might even be some happiness 
in the contemplation of a perfect set of ini- 
tials, deep-cut in the smooth, varnished sur- 
face of a desk; there is satisfaction, happi- 
ness, even glee, to be derived from all these 




things — for a chimpanzee or a half-wit. 

There are times when the partially-devel- 
oped vocabulary of the undergraduate edi- 
torial writer becomes hopelessly inadequate. 
This, however, is the best that can be offer- 
ed here: the uncouth vandal, whose char- 
acterless vapidity of mind permits him to 
run rampant beyond the restrictions of re- 
finement, whose barbarous instincts, undis- 
guised by the slightest veneer of culture, 
are thus inflicted upon the property of a 
university, such an individual deserves 
neither respect, nor courtesy, nor toleration 
from gentlemen. — J. w. s. 


Are there too many men going to college? That 
question is one of vital importance to us because 
of the over-crowded conditions existing in the uni- 
versities today. Right here at Notre Dame we 
have a most striking example of this condition — 
a fact that should make each and every one of 
us consider this question seriously. 

Our crowded classrooms, our inadequate equip- 
ment, the number of students who must live in the 
city, the hundreds of applicants who have been 
refused admittance during the past few years be- 
cause of these conditions — when you think of these 
things many of you will be hasty in your answer 
and say that there are too many men in college. 

That point of view is wrong. Not only are the 
men in college not too many, but there should be 
even more of them. Why? Because the world to- 
day needs educated men as leaders in human 
affairs and as an elevating influence in the com- 
monwealth. s t 

An investigation of the educational advantages 
enjoyed by the eight thousand persons mentioned 
in “Who's Who in America,” for the years 1899- 
1900, brought out the following facts: Out of 

each hundred and fifty thousand children without 
education, only one child has been able to become 
a notable factor in the progress of his state, while 
the children with a common school education have, 
in proportion to numbers, accomplished this four 
times as often; and those of high school education 
eighty-seven times as often; and those with college 
training eight hundred times as often. These fig- 
ures show only the advantage that college men en- 
joy, not the need for college men. 

It is only necessary to glance at the daily news- 

papers, and we will at once see why the world is 
in need of educated men. We can also see that 
this need is most urgent in the field of political 
endeavor. You are well aware of existing political 
conditions. It is evident to all that these condi- 
tions must be changed, and it is evident that the 
world needs college trained men to become leaders 
in the performance of public duty. George Wil- 
liam Curtis, in his “Public Duty of Educated 
Men” says : “By the words public duty. ... I 

mean simply that constant and active practical 
participation in the details of politics- without 
which, on the part of the most intelligent citizens, 
the conduct of public affairs falls under the con- 
trol of selfish and ignorant, or crafty and venal 

But, you may say, granted that the world is in 
need of college trained men, how can the colleges 
and universities supply that demand under exist- 
ing conditions? 

Cardinal Newman, an eminent authority on edu- 
cation, has this to say: “When a multitude of 

young men, keen, open-hearted, sympathetic, and 
observant, as young men are, come together and 
mix freely with each other, they are sure to learn 
from one another, even if there be no one to 
teach them. The conversation of all is a series of 
lectures to each, and they gain for themselves new 
ideas and views, fresh matter of thought, and dis- 
tinct principles for judging and acting, day by day. 
It is seeing the world on a small field with little 
trouble; for the pupils or students come from very- 
different places, and with widely different notions, 
and there is much to generalize, much to adjust, 
much to eliminate, there are inter-relations to be 
defined, and conventional rules to be established. 
This youthful community will constitute a whole, it 
will embody a specific ideal, it will represent a doc- 
trine, it will administer a code of conduct, and it 
will furnish the principles of thought and- action. It 
will give birth to a living teaching, which in 
course of time will take the shape of a self-per- 
petuating tradition, which imbues every individual 
who is successively brought under its shadows.” 

It is plainly seen that association is a chief fac- 
tor in education. We have such associations here 
at Notre Dame. And the principle of thought and 
action towards which these associations lead is, 
according to Bishop Spalding, that noble ideal in 
which Christ crystallized all right living — “Seek ye 
first the kingdom of God.” 

No, there are not too many men in college. Even 
under crowded conditions men should come to col- 
lege, make the most of the opportunities that God 
has given them, and then go forth with a strong 
faith in God and man to seek out some work to 
be done. — G. A. B. 




About twenty years ago the Ford Motor 
Company was incorporated for one hundred 
thousand dollars, of which only the sum of 
twenty-eight thousand dollars was paid into 
the treasury. Today the concern is valued 
at hundreds of millions of dollars, and it is 
operating not only the automobile and trac- 
tor plants, but also its own railroad, its 
steamship lines on both the Great Lakes 
and the oceans, its own blast furnaces, coke 
ovens, foundries, machine shops, coal and ore 
mines, saw-mills, glass factories, cement 
plants, paper and lumber mills, oil wells, 
hydro-electric power houses, and locomotive 
repair shops. And back of all these gigan- 
tic enterprises which have given to the 
world 229,000,000 horse-power in “tin Liz- 
zies” — a horsepower greater even than that 
which seventy-five Niagaras could generate 
if developed to their last ounce of force — 
is the master mechanic-genius, Henry Ford. 

The story of Henry Ford’s success reads 
like Horatio Alger fiction, so imaginative, 
so preposterous, so dramatic does it seem. 
And yet when it is remembered that even 
in his boyhood days Mr. Ford had conceived 
notions of creating power from the latent 
forces in the elements, it is not difficult to 
understand how his inventive mind spurred 
on to his present achievements. 

The twelve most formative years of his 
youth, from twenty-eight to forty, he de- 
voted to perfecting a combustion engine 
idea which presented to him many seeming- 
ly insurmountable difficulties. Never dur- 
ing that period, however, was he satisfied 
with the product that resulted from his first 
experiments, because he realized that it 
must still have as many hidden potential- 
ities as had already been discovered. 

Henry Ford should be an inspiration to 
every man, and especially to all college men, 
whose idealism, when aided by the driving 
factor of their ambition and zeal, can be 
made so practical and productive. But never 
can college men afford to lose sight of, or 
cease to put into practice, the example of 
perseverance which the narration of Ford’s 
triumphs reveals. Henry Ford was never 

satisfied with mediocre things. The student, 
if he would hope to meet with any marked 
success, cannot expect to secure from the 
first bush he chops down a wreath of lau- 
rels that will not wither. — R. c. c. 


Football togs have long since been packed 
away in the gym and the last football ban- 
quet has run its pleasant or unpleasant 
course. Football for 1924 is history. The 
Senior Class, busy in arranging the scenery 
for the last act in the play of its college 
life, pauses for a moment to remember 
those men of the class of ’25 who, in writ- 
ing a brilliant page in the history of Notre 
Dame football, have brought honor to their 

The names of these men, Don and Rip 
and Bemie and the rest, are engraven in 
the memories of the Seniors of ’25, deep- 
etched in letters which will never fade. 

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Washington Everywhere 


T HE first time that I visited the tomb of 
Washington at Mount Vernon, I felt 
that at last I had sensed the full 
greatness of the man. The simplicity of his 
last resting place, there amid the peaceful 
surroundings of his earthly home, seemed 
to speak of a mighty spirit in repose. Em- 
bowered among the clinging vines and ver- 
dant shrubbery of his Virginia garden, with 
the warm southern 
sun pouring its bene- 
diction over him, the 
tidal waters of the 
Potomac lapping the 
green shores nearby, 

Washington to me at 
that moment, and in 
that place, seemed the 
complete embodiment 
of greatness and no- 
bility fulfilled and 
rounded out. 

But it was not until 
I saw, another day, 
the floral tributes of 
many foreign rulers, 
many far off govern- 
ments and peoples — 
even from the ends of 
the earth — laid at 
that tomb in silent 
reverence, that I truly 
realized the span of 
the greatness of the 
Father of our Country, the full glory of his 
name. That gloiy and that greatness do 
indeed reach to the ends of the earth, to the 
far corners of the world. For Washington’s 
greatness is more than greatness in repose; 
it is greatness that does not die ; that trans- 
cends seas and continents, animating the 
spirits of remote peoples with ideals of 
right and justice and liberty. 

To travel abroad, to visit far lands, brings 
this truth home many times to the heart of 
an American. In England, in France, in 
Italy, in Poland, in Russia, wherever the 

American abroad may turn, the name of 
Washington confronts him, in memorials, in 
monuments and statues, or — better still — 
in the remembrance of people who on occa- 
sion speak his name with a reverence that 
would put to shame some of our own citi- 
zenry too prone to relegate his memory and 
his ideals to the shades of the forgotten. In 
England the ancestral home of Washing- 
ton’s family is pre- 
served with jealous 
care. Paris has its 
monument to him and 
its avenue named aft- 
er him. In Italy the 
most eloquent speech 
on liberty and love of 
country that I heard 
in the first stirring 
days of the Fascist! 
uprisings had Wash- 
ington and his patri- 
otic sacrifice as its 
text. In Russia, in 
those dark times of 
1920 when the ruin of 
Bolshevism crashed 
anew about the hearts 
of the Russian people, 
I heard more than 

once the cry, wrung 

from souls tried be- 
yond measure, “Oh, if 
only we had a Wash- 
ing-ton to save us now, as you Americans 

had when tyranny threatened to destroy 

you !” 

But it was in the reborn republic of Po- 
land that I beheld the most touching trib- 
utes to the memory of Washington. That 
this should be so is not, of course, too 
strange; for ever since that day when her 
own best loved hero, Thaddeus Kosciuszko, 
crossed Europe and the seas to put his 
sword at Washington’s service, Poland has 
cherished a very close and special relation- 
ship with the American nation and the 



first chief of our democracy. In the Polish 
republic, in fact, the name of Washington 
is really a household word. At school, the 
Polish children are as familiar with his 
stoiy as are any of our own children here 
at home: this I know from actual experi- 
ence; for more than once, while visiting: the 
public schools of Warsaw and other towns, 
I put the young Poles to a test — the name 
of Washington, written on the blackboard, 
invariably bringing- an unmistakable res- 

It is in the blood of the Poles to love and 
honor the name of Washington. Their fore- 
fathers, crushed under alien oppression — 
as we were before we won our independence 
— looked across the sea to the new world 
and beheld in the victories of Washington 
a vision of their own unfulfilled dreams. 
The souls of the Polish people of that day 
cried out, as do the tortured souls of the 
Russians of our own time, for the coming 
of a leader, a deliverer — a Washington. 
They found him in that same Kosciuszko 
who, returning from the American wars, 
once more drew the sword for liberty — this 
time for the freedom of his own country- 
men. And though he failed, and though 
the Poland of 1794 lay crushed — as the 
America of 1776 might have lain crushed — 
the ideal for which he had fought and the 
memory of his American inspiration was 
deathless; and it has remained deathless 
down to this generation, when Poland is at 
last as free as the America she has so long- 
admired and emulated. 

In Poland our American national holiday. 
Independence Day, “the Glorious Fourth,” 
is almost as much of a holiday as is Po- 
land’s own May Third — her “Constitution 
Day,” which commemorates the passage of 
her constitution of 1791, a document unmis- 
takably inspired in good part by the suc- 
cess of Washington overseas. In 1921 
Washington’s Birthday was made a special 
school holiday, with every boy and girl in 
every school of the Republic devoting the 

day to recreations, orations, songs, essays, in 
memory of the first American president. In 
Poland, too, that irrefutable counsel of 
Washington to his own people — to us — con- 
cerning the impossibility of fostering moral- 
ity without religion, is remembered and 
heeded; religion is an integral part of the 
educational system of the Polish republic. 

The best dramatical presentation of Wash- 
ington that I have ever seen on any stage 
was not in America — but in Poland. In 
1920 the Poles produced in Warsaw a new- 
historical drama, “Pulaski in America,” 
■which deeply stirred the public, at a time 
when once more their liberty was in jeop- 
ardy. All of the scenes of that play were 
laid in America — in Philadelphia, in Savan- 
nah, at Valley Forge; and dominating 
every scene -was the figure of Washington, 
beautifully played, and received by the au- 
dience with a reverence, and given an ap- 
plause, that wnrmed the heart of the Amer- 
ican far from home. 

In the city of Krakow, the ancient Capital 
of Poland, the body of Kosciuszko lies in the 
crypt of the old royal palace, among the 
tombs of the kings. An American flag lies 
across the breast of the Polish hero, the 
Stars and Stripes, the flag that Washington 
fought to give to us, a symbol of our nation- 
hood The American who stands before 

the last resting place of Kosciuszko, behold- 
ing his own country thus honored, thus re- 
membered, feels a tug at his heart as his 
thoughts flash back across the ocean, home 
to his own land, to the green shores of the 
Potomac and the sunny verdure of Mount 
Vernon to another tomb, wiiere an- 

other hero lies at rest — a hero w r hose name 
lives and whose spirit moves even in the 
farthest reaches of the world 

Washington! What a span of greatness, 
what a transcendant glory is his! — Wash- 
ington — father of his country, fosterer of 
liberty everywhere — in the hearts of the 
peoples of the uttermost places! 



Old France in a Neu) World 

L. A. C. 

O RCHARDS white and pink ; petals that 
flutter fragrant to the soft sward; 
broken rail-fences; mile upon mile of 
marshland with dikes ; grass-grown and 
crumbling, following the meanderings of the 
river; rosy-faced children along the road- 
side, shouting, pulling hay from fanner’s 
carts ; shy-looking girls with baskets, beard- 
ed men who always pass the time of day 

this is Acadia. 

The wind blows from the Bay of Fundy. 
The hay, breast-high, bends in ripples, 
straightens, bends again with each succes- 
sive gust. Over the river a wild-duck calls. 
One hears the distant report of a gun and 
sees the huntsman, a black speck, walking 
along the great dike close to the shore. The 
marsh-road is dry. Little dust-devils rise 
here and there, perform their tarantelle or 
danse macabre and perish. Others take 
their place. Frogs pipe shrill in the ditches 
or croak hoarsely. Little boys throw 
stones at them and laugh with glee as they 
capture one in the grass. Beneath the 
bridge the river flows sluggishly, chocolate- 
colored with the mud of the marshes. A 
duck-boat is stranded in the ooze. Reeds 
diy and mud-coated rustle in the breeze, the 
salt-laden breeze from the sea. 

The road leads above the valley with its 
miles of marshland, patched here and there 
’with sleepy cattle or a falling barn and 
towering hay-cocks, to the hillside dotted 
with tiny cottages, each with its old-fash- 
ioned well and long balance- pole to raise 
the bucket. Insolent ganders, yoked, hiss 
at the peasant; fowl scamper about; ducks 
shake their wings at the edge of a pond. 
Children stare, wide-eyed at a tourist-auto 
that rushes by in a cloud of dust; horses 
tied to the long bar in front of the general- 
store stamp uneasily. Old men sit in the 
sun smoking rank native tobacco, talking 
garrulously, wagging their beards and lean- 
ing on gnarled sticks. The old men talk in 
patois ; sometimes in pure French, the 
French of old — Picardish words, idioms of 
old Brittany and Midi unknown to-day in 

their very birthplace. They swear fluently 
in English. The village priest walks by in 
rusty cassock and sugarloaf hat, his shoes 
covered with dust. The elders speculate on 
his destination till he has passed .out of 
sight beyond the ruins of an old fort where 
sagging walls of stone covered with moss 
and grass still show the scars of cannon- 
shot which time has not yet covered with 
its salve of fungus. Old embrasured walls 
rich with the colorful traditinos of a troub- 
lous past. The old people can tell stories, 

told by their fathers, of the early days 

vivid legends of Indian raids and struggles 
with the English conquerors still hateful to 

With the sunset, quiet more sublime set- 
tles upon the marshes. In the distance the 
shadowy tower of the church looms above 
the housetops of the village, silhouetted 
against the changing crimson of the sky. 
The angelus sounds and the peasants in the 
fields bow their heads in prayer like the 
living reality of Millet’s pastoral. In the 
cemetery by the ivied church the shadows 
lengthen on the grass, the shadows of sim- 
ple crosses of wood or rustic tombstones. 
The robin’s note is still; a hawk swoops 
above with eldritch cry. There is a mound 
of new-turned earth which to-morrow will 
cover the remains of some humble laborer. 

In the evening they come quietly, devout- 
ly, to the church to sing the glories of 

“I/ombre s’etend sur la terre, 

Vois tes enfants a retour, 

A tes pieds, O douce mere, 

Consacrer la fin du jour. 

0 viergo tutelaire, 0 notre unique espoir, 

Entends notre priere, la priere et le chant du 

soir. ...” 

the evening song. 

Rough voices, sweet voices, old and young, 
sincere, trusting, filled with faith, the faith 
that is the life and sustenance of the peas- 

The night comes fast. Star-points in- 
crease and multiply. The river winds like 
a ribbon of silver between the mud walls 
of the dikes. The piping of the frogs is a 
steady monotone. The wind from the bay 
freshens. The tall grass rustles, rustles. 



With the mysterious noises of the’ night. 
Lights twinkle from tiny windows; a dog 
barks in the distance ; voices sing from afar 
some folk-song with a lilting refrain ; sheep- 

bells ring' dulcet, from the ^darkling meads; 
the mysteiy of the night, its glamour, grows 

with the majestic coming of the moon 

this is Acadia. 

George Washington 


I T is almost impossible to read a pane- 
gyric of George Washington without a 
certain sense of pity for a man who has 
been almost completely dehumanized by en- 
thusiastic historians. He, who in his let- 
ters expressed a wish to be thought of as 
“an old and affectionate -friend to my coun- 
tryman,” is no longer a man to us. In our 
zeal to honor him, we have placed George 
Washington on a pedestal so high that the 
clouds obscure him to our sight. He is no 
longer human but something “coldly cor- 
rect,” a personification rather than a per- 
son. Even the one intimate anecdote which 
history has preserved for our general 
knowledge, represents him as the boy who 
never told a lie, who was the embodiment 
of all the perfections of a model youth. We 
have invested him with a character of su- 
perlative perfection of which he himself 
would strongly disapprove. Lincoln, be- 
cause of a certain homeliness of nature 
which could never be divorced from his 
memory, is still one of us. In the case of 

the Father of Our Country, however, we 
have indeed killed a man to make a god. 

In my mind the most effective way in 
which to popularize the ideals of George 
Washington would be to accentuate to the 
public mind the fact that he was a real 
flesh and blood reality. In common with all 
of us, he had faults, but these were 
dwarfed by the rare magnanimity of his 
spirit. Let artists paint him in some other 
circumstance than in that coldly convention- 
al pose in which he is invariably presented 
to the popular imagination. We are accus- 
tomed to having him depicted as a peerless 
soldier, an energetic and unselfish states- 
man, and a great president. Let us too, 
have Washington remembered as one who 
delighted in the easy informal company of 
friends, as the affectionate father, as both 
the author of those formal messages to 
Congress and the devoted husband who 
wrote so humanly and beautifully to “My 
devoted wife Patsy.” 



A Visit to Shakespeare's Birthplace 


S TRATFORD-on-Avon is the Mecca of 
all educated English speaking people. 
It is a beautiful town of about ten- 
thousand population. Even were it not the 
birthplace of the world’s greatest dramatist, 
it would still be worth a visit for its pic- 
turesqueness of situation, its fine old Eliza- 
bethan architecture, its typical old English 
inns, the historic and literary interest that 
attaches to it, and for the charming river- 
vista and the delightful boating on the 

To Americans, particularly those from 
Boston, Stratford makes a double appeal, 
since one of the most picturesque of its old 
buildings is Harvard House, so called after 
the founder of the famous university. It is 
a splendid example of the half-timbered 
building of the sixteenth century. It was 
built by Thomas Rogers, whose daughter 
became the mother of John Harvard. 

Still another more modern claim to fame 
is the fact that Stratford was selected as 
the residence of one of the most popular 
of modern authors, Marie Corelli, who, un- 
til her death last summer, there lived a very 
retiring life in her beautiful mansion and 
flower gardens. 

As we walked through the streets of 
Stratford, we felt ourselves on hallowed 
ground, for the town is redolent of the 
Shakespearean atmosphere. Everywhere 
the old-time buildings cany one back in 
thought to the days when “Will,” the strol- 
ling actor of eighteen, paid court to his 
more mature sweetheart, Anne Hathaway, 
and when merry parties of almost penniless 
actors and poets were held in the local inns. 
There is scarcely a building of any age in 
the town which is not linked with Shake- 
speare’s memory. 

During the walk from the inn, a rather 
important discovery was made, that of the 
Stratfordian pronounciation of the word 
“Avon,” most people pronounce it with a 
short “A.” The Stratfordians pronounce the 
“A” long as in “make” or “stake.” 

We finally 7- arrived at the birthplace of the 

“Bard of Avon,” a detached building on 
Henley street, formed of two houses com- 
municating with each other. Of these 
houses, that to the west, which visitors en- 
ter first, is the house in which Shakespeare 
was born, on April 23, 1564. The house 
adjoining was owned by the poet’s father 
and used as a storehouse for the agricul- 
tural produce in which he traded. It is 
now the “Birthplace Museum and Library,” 
and contains exhibits of priceless value and 
extraordinary interest. Among these is a 
letter, sent to Shakespeare by his friend 
and fellow townsman, Richard Quiney. This 
is the only specimen of the post’s corres- 
pondence in existence. There are legal deeds 
attesting the purchase, by the poet, of land 
and other property in or near the town ; and 
documents bearing the marks which attest 
the signatures of Shakespeare's grand- 
daughter, Elizabeth, Lady Barnard, the last 
descendant, who died in 1670. The school- 
boy, “creeping like a snail, unwillingly to 
school,” is recalled by a desk removed from 
the old school and considered to be the one 
at which the poet sat as a boy, perhaps in 
the front row. A gold signet ring, belong- 
ing to him and bearing his initials, was 
found by a neighbor in her garden. It is 
on view in the large timber-roofed room 
which contains the poet’s desk and copies 
of the first folio of 1623. There is little 
furniture in the old building, but one gets 
a vivid impression of domestic life in the 
sixteenth century from the appearance of 
the rooms and from such relics as are pre- 

Brief visits were paid to the Guild Hall 
and Grammar shcool, the latter the institu- 
tion to which the poet went for his early 
education. The Guild Hall is another an- 
cient half-timbered structure of consider- 
able beauty, built as long ago as 1269 by 
Robert Stratford. It was in his building 
that Shakespeare got his first ideas of the 
drama, for there the strolling players, who 
visited the town under royal patronage and 
under that of the Earl of Leicester, gave 
their first performance, in 1568-69. 

The next call was at the Shakespeare 
Memorial Theatre, which, like the Wagner 



Theatre at Bayreuth, is intended to be a na- 
tional temple of dramatic art. Every year 
Shakespeare’s birthday, April 23, is marked 
by the opening* in this theatre of a festival 
which lasts for several weeks, and is at- 
tended by visitors from all over the world. 

The final visit was to the Shakespeare 
Hotel, in which the rooms are all named 

after plays and the furnishings are in keep- 
ing with the historic name borne by the 

Before leaving Stratford-on-Avin, one 
could not but make a resolution to re-read 
once more the works of this greatest of the 
world’s dramatists. 

To Augustus 

(Horace: Book I; Ode IJ.*) 

Enough of snow and direful hail 

Great Jove has showered on the land; 

Enough to make the cities quail 
With fire and thunder from his hand. 

The nations he has terrified, 

In fear lest Phyrra’s Age return; 

When Proteus his charges hied 

To heights, when winds the waves would chum. 

The fish were tangled where of yore 
The cooing doves had basked in sun; 

The frightened deer swam midst the roar, 

In glades that waters had o’errun. 

The yellow Tiber we have seen, 

His waves forced back from Tuscan shores, 

Cause royal statues to careen 

And dash in Vestas’ temple doors. 

Revenge is his for Ilia’s plaint. 

His depths are stirred, he bursts his bound, 

Sweeps o’er his bank and spurns restraint, 

For reasons Jove has thought unsound. 

Our youth, thinned by their parent’s wrong, 

Of Rome’s long civil strife shall know; 

When ’stead of Persian hosts, fought strong 
At home and laid their brothers low. 

What god can save our sinking state? 
How can our Vestal Virgins pure, 

With holy hymns turn Vesta’s hate 
And cause her to accept their lure? 

To whom will Jove assign the task 
To expiate our grievous sin? 

O, hear us mighty Jove, who ask, 

And come to us on white clouds thin. 

O come then, smiling Venus, send 

Us hope as mirth gleams from thy face. 

Or thou O Mars, if you attend 

The shattei-ed remnants of thy race. 

Who laughed at fear and death of yore, 
And at the sight of foes did dance, 

Are filled with strife and battle’s gore, 
And wars’ too long continuance. 

Or thou, sweet Maia’s winged child, 
Descend to earth in guise of youth, 

To ’venge great Caesar’s name defiled, 
And be “Avenger” styled in truth. 

Long may you stay with us in Rome. 

And may no wind to heavenly climes 

Transport you from our earthly home, 
Offended at our ghastly crimes. 

Here Joy and Triumph are to thee. 

Here “Prince” and “Father” you’ll be named: 
No Persian host can then go free, 

When Caesar is our leader famed. 

* lam satis terns nivis atque dirae. 

— J. A. RONAN, ’ 26 . 



More than Vengeance 

LESTER C. GRADY, ' 27 . 

A CONVICT has escaped! He is Hig- 
gins sentenced to electrocution for 
wilful murder. His escape from prison 
means trouble for Judge Curtiss, who had 
sentenced him to death for committing the 
murder. Undoubtedly, it will be serious 
trouble, for the unscrupulous Higgins is de- 
termined to kill the man who decrees the 
death penalty for him. 

The criminal, cheater of justice, seeks 
money to purchase a revolver with which he 
intends to accomplish his revenge. 

The city is still. The horn- is late. The 
possibility of getting money by theft is ap- 
pealing — too appealing, in fact, for Higgins 
is about to pry open the window of a house 
situated most conveniently on a dark street. 
He has a piece of steel similar to the ex- 
pedient jimmy, and with it forces up the 
window. As he does so he immediately 
draws back, for fumes of gas pour out of 
the opening and a low moan is heard from 
the interior. Realizing suicide is being at- 
tempted, Higgins climbs into the gas-filled 
room to prevent the act. 

He stumbles over a body lying on the 
floor. Reaching down, his hand comes in 
contact with a gas hose beside the body. He 
hurriedly traces the jet by means of the 
hose and turns off the gas. Gripping the 
body under the arms, Higgins pulls it over 
to the window where the cool air is blow- 
ing into the room. It is the body of a man. 

Higgins proceeds to administer artificial 
respiration to the individual who had want- 
ed the courage to combat life’s trials. 

“Trying to kill yourself, huh? You must 
be crazy.” 

The motionless man moans. 

“Don’t be foolish, man. Don’t try to 
kill yourself. You only get into more trou- 
ble. Keep up the old guts and fight, fight 
all the time! You have to! I came near 
getting mine, but I made it my business to 
get away with it. Wouldn't I have been 
the dope to let them kill me?” 

Higgins is working zealously. 

“The gas must be pretty near all out of 
you by now. You’ll be all right.” 

The man’s breathing is returning to a 
normal condition and his moaning is becom- 
ing louder. 

“Good thing I got in here when I did. An- 
other second or two and you’d a been a 
goner. Guess you’re not glad I spoiled your 
little party. I don’t like these kind of par- 
ties, though, you see. I’m a guy that be- 
lieves we all have a right to live. You 
were going against my idea. I couldn’t let 
you do that. ’S funny, I fight my head off 
to save my own life and then bump into 
you fighting like mad to end your life. But 
I’ve got the right idea, and you’re all 

The man is moving. He has ceased his 

“Say, listen, man. I came in here to get 
some coin, so I guess you won’t mind me 
taking this from your pockets. It’s my 
charge for the trouble you caused me and 
the service I give you.” 

Higgins places the roll of bills he has 
taken into his pocket. 

“I need the dough to teach a certain guy 
a lesson. He tried to get me in the chair. 
Said I was guilty of a murder he wasn’t so 
sure I committed. . There was a lot of shady 
evidence against me, and he thought that 
was enough to convict me. There were 
others mixed up in it, but I was the guy 
they caught. And they wanted to make me 
pay for the whole thing. Wanted me to 
pay with my life. I fooled them. I got 
away. They won’t kill me, but I’ll kill that 
judge; and if I don’t. I’ll give him so much 
trouble he’ll wish I did kill him!” 

Footsteps are heard. Some one is com- 

“Sony I gotta leave, old timer, but I'm 
not the kind of guy that likes embarcass- 

Higgins climbs out of the window and 

The door of the room opens and a man 
servant enters. He switches on the lights. 
Perceiving the odor of gas and the prone 
body, he throws up his hands. 

“The master has done it! The master has 
done it! The scruples he’s had about send- 
ing that man to his death have gotten the 
best of him. Poor Judge Curtis!” 




A Name 


Name of the Ages, 

Name of Our Mother above. 
Symbol of all that is holy, 

Emblem of Beauty and Love. 

— A. S. 

The Lakes of Notre Dame 
Mirrors of heaven, veiled in blue, 

A thousand tongues your silence seems. 

A thousand thoughts we owe to you, 

While strolling on your paths in dreams. 

The heavens, in their kingly way, 

Confide in you the whole day long. 

Why shouldn’t we — the serfs at play, 
Whose lives on earth are but a song. 

—frank a. mckinley, 27 . 


I’ve heard her sing where summer seas 
Rush at the shore 
In silvery sparkle of dancing flames 
Where moonbeams pour. 

I’ve heard her sing at early dawn, 

On mountain crest; 

I’ve heard her sing, she knew it not, 
Perhaps ’twas best. 



A tiny star set in a heaven of blue 

Twinkled and blinked one night; 


Shed its pale beams on a world wrapped in 

And cast a soft silv’ry light. 

The little star laughed with reckless glee — 
Laughed like a carefree boy, 

At the world at its feet, so still and asleep. 
And twinkled and blinked with joy. 

But tragedies happen up there above 
Just as they do here to men. 

The tiny star shone, and in a moment was 

Never to twinkle again. 

— ROSS DOYLE, ’28. 



Orphan Island. By Rose Macaulay. 319 pp. 
New York; Boni & Liveright. 

'S ^ V 

When an architect plans a new building, he in- 
variably constructs a model of it as his first step. 
When he has this model before him, he can study 
it closely, notice its defects, and find improve- 
ments that can be made before he begins work on 
the larger structure. He would be a sorry archi- 
tect indeed who erected his building first,' and then 
began a search for his mistakes. We have often 
wondered why nation builders always fell into this 
very error; why they allowed their work to spring, 
as it were, from the ground in a haphazard way 
with no thought to the future, and left it to then- 
successors to build the model and point out where- 
in they had failed. However, a world of wonder- 
ment cannot alter the fact that they have made 
a miserable mess of their structures. They are 
top-heavy and unstable and the parts do not fit. 
They are in constant danger of plunging in ruins 
to the ground should a supporting buttress weaken. 
And there have always been other craftsmen who 
came later, always later, who saw that things 
were not as they should be. These people have not 
often known how to remedy the wrong but they 
have always known that one existed. Tom Moore, 
Dean Swift, Samuel Butler, and many others there 
have been; and now comes Rose Macaulay with her 
likeness of Victorian England and the lights play- 
ing on the defects of that period. 

Miss Macaulay has placed her miniature Eng- 
land far away beneath the glamorous moon of the 
South Seas. She has chosen for her setting an isl- 
and two hundred miles from its nearest neighbor, 
uninhabited, but covered with vegetation, satisfying 
to the wants of man. It was near to this island 
that a sea-going orphan asylum was wrecked in the 
year 1851, leaving stranded on its shores some 
forty orphans, one Charlotte Smith, English spin- 
stress who was in charge of them, one Jean, a 
Scotswoman who was their nurse, a doctor by the 
name of O’Malley, who was strongly addicted to 
intoxicating beverages, and a handful of sailors 
headed by a knave called Thinkwell. Thinkwell 
and his sailors, finding justification in the belief 
that it was better a few of them should be saved 
than that all should perish, took possession of the 
two small boats in which they had come to the 

island, put out to sea, and left the others to their 

The years passed, and' Thinkwell the knave be- 
came Thinkwell the respectable merchant. He often 
thought of the people whom he had left stranded 
in the South Seas and as old age and the fear of 
the Lord grew upon him, he penned a document 
telling of the dastardly deed of his youth and 
praying that an expedition be sent to rescue 
them, if, by any chance, they should have sur- 
vived. After his death this document came to the 
hand of his grandson, a lecturer in Sociology at 
Cambridge; a conscientious fellow who saw his 
duty to these marooned souls. Taking with him his 
two sons and his only daughter, he set sail in the 
month of July, 1923, for the South Seas. In the 
course of time he came upon the isolated island 
and dared to land where his grandfather had left 
under such unsatisfactory circumstances more than 
seventy years before. Much to his surprise he 
found more than a handful of white-bearded Rob- 
inson Crusoes longing for one last view of Eng- 
land before death snatched them away. He found 
a whole colony of people with a rapidly developing 
civilization and social customs that were an exact 
reproduction of those which existed in the mother 
country when Queen Victox-ia reigned. In fact he 
found Queen Victoria herself thei-e in the person 
of Miss Smith, who still l-uled the island at the 
age of ninety-eight and who believed, at least un- 
der the influence of native beverages, that she her- 
self was that exalted lady. 

Miss Macaulay has given her satire a matter- 
of-fact tone which is without parallel in the satires 
of recent yeai-s. One believes, on l-eading “Orphan 
Island,” that all the things related therein could 
actually happen. Moreover, she has succeeded in 
creating an interest in more than the picture of 
Victoi-ian England which she px-esents; interest is 
to be found as well in the picture itself, in the 
new land, the model, which is her own handiwork. 
Its petty intrigues and native customs are absorb- 
ing. Woven into the satii-e is the flimsy thread 
of a love affair between Charles, son of Thinkwell, 
and Flora, the daughter of the Smith prime min- 
ister-, which ends by breaking; but not until after 
it has kept the reader wondering for several chap- 
ters. Altogether, Miss Macaulay has written a 
very readable book, a keen satire, and an amusing 



My Land of Mystery 

M. C. 

F AR up the Saguenay river, deep-fort- 
ressed by the towering- Capes Eternity 
and Trinity, there is a small cove, 
which, since first I discovered it, has ever 
held a strong fascination for me. The 
Saguenay river, a deep and black tributary 
of the St. Lawrence, cuts through mighty 
rocky bluffs to the north country of the 
province of Quebec and Lake St. John. Of 
indescribable wildness and strength, the 
bulky w T alls of the Saguenay beggar des- 
cription; the land is pine-covered, the at- 
mosphere is deep-charged with the scent of 
balsam and clear mountain air, but the lit- 
tle retreat of my discovery is, above all, the 
most attractive to me. 

Rising to heights which dwarf to small- 
ness the immensity of Gibraltar, moulded 
of solid rock in a form which only nature 
could fashion, Cape Eternity and its sister- 
sentinel, Cape Trinity, are worthy guard- 
ians of my sheltered inlet. The cove, which 
is a few acres in extent, is formed of a flat 
stretch of prairie land which slopes down 
from the mountains to the shore of the 
river. The huge flanking capes and the 
dark, misty mountains of the interior form 
a horse-shoe, of which my inlet is the cen- 
ter. As the steamer swiftly makes its way 
into the gulf, blasts its whistle to catch the 
booming echoes which reverberate from the 
high hills, I have studied the landscape of my 
rocky Paradise and wondered who inhabits 
the little cabin which guards it. Who tends 
the fire which sends the pillar of smoke 
slowly spiralling to the heavens like some 
Indian signal ; who possesses the courage to 
thus brave the forest winters and the lonely 
exile of this place? When opportunity pre- 
sents, I shall visit this cabin, talk to these 
people, sojourn for a season there betw r een 
the glorious sentinels of the Saguenay. 

The people of the province of Quebec are 
pioneers, blazers of difficult trails. This 
country of the north is the land of Maria 
Chapdelaine, of rugged woodsmen and stur- 
dy pioneer mothers. Theirs is the passion 
for new places; the lure of the unexplored r 
the unconquered. They have gone into the 
woods of the world to cut dow r n the forests, 
clear the land, make w r ay for the coming' 
of civilization — and then have passed on to 
newer labors. Ever pushing onward, ever 
seeking loneliness and hardship, and virgin 
forest and hill, these people are the pioneers 
of the earth. From such stock the fathers 
of the North American continent have 
come; of such rich, restless blood, the veins 
of the builders of every nation are filled. 
Such are the men and women w r ho are 
spending their lives in these rugged hills; 
such are the people who inhabit the cabin 
m my inlet on the Saguenay. Their fathers 
and mothers thus lived and prayed and 
labored, and thus will they spend their 
lives, for the men and women of Quebec do 
not change. 

I want to return to the Saguenay, to the 
sheltered inlet of my fancy. There must be 
something which the pine-green hills say 
to the deep river below; there must be 
some message which the murmuring moun- 
tain breezes, sweeping down the capes, 
whisper to the white statue of the Virgin 
Mary on Cape Trinity; there must be some 
secret of life wfliich the silver Saguenay 
moon has imparted to the poor French 
Canadian dweller in my cabin — and per- 
haps these messages may be given to me. 

I know that there is repose of soul and 
abundance of sweet inspiration, awaiting 
me in the wooded Saguenay retreat of my 



. * 




The Religious Bulletin states that students are 
not always consistent. They pay out four thousand 
dollars for an education and deliberately go to all 
extremes to evade knowledge. The same may be 
said of the MAIL. It has extended a warm in- 
vitation to all the wit and talent on the campus, 
and save for a few friends who shall not be for- 
gotten, it has been left to pains of originality. 

N D S 


Hurray for the seven cent fare 
It has cured all our illness and care 
There’s no use talking 
It’s increasing walking 
And most of us need lots of air. 

— Arfeleage. 

N D S 

Scallan the Scribbler who appeared in sepia last 
•week, invites the school of Engineers over to his 
room to get some Glo-Co samples, there being a 
few left after Menger took a large order for rub- 
down purposes. 

.v D s 

Menger and his Crusaders are planning a boxing- 
show for the first week in March. Menger bought 
a locker from Stewart and is holding daily work 
outs in the gym. Try to find an account of his 
career on the sport page. 

— -n D s 

We received a few lines via Box 43, this week, 
from one of our very good friends in Carroll Hall; 
Darby O’Rourke. Keep up the good work. We 
also had one from Flimflam, but we are holding 


If you think it safe to look before you leap, re- 
member that he who hesitates is lost. 

The other conductor says that the pictures of 
Nurmi look like ex-ray. Seven sense. No more. 


Butch Haecker requests your prayers for the 
repose of the caps and gowns in Walsh hall after 
the Washington Birthday exercises. Our sym- 
pathy to the senior who heads south with the 
shady outfit. He will be conspicuous among robes 
of a similar design, but opposite color. 



Press dispatches state that Pop Warner claims 
the Notre Dame shift to be illegal. That reminds 
us of the stoiy of George Washington Adams, 
colored of Alabama, arrested by Detective O’Brien 
in Chicago for singing, “Ireland Must be Heaven 
For My Mother Came Fi-om There.” 



The conductors of the Air Mail line take this 
occasion to tell the world that the “He-man” num- 
ber of the Juggler is one of the most delightful 
and entertaining books of college humor given to 
the world this year. The double-spread rivals 
Anse Miller’s and McElroy’s “Hold That Car’ for 
depth of imagination. 

N D s 

We are living in great expectations of contribu- 
tions from the alumni. We have a hunch that 
something is forthcoming from Henry Barnhart, 
the beloved Bostonian and erstwhile Knight of the 
Blue Velvet. 

. NDS 


N D S 

Ed Collins, brother of Charlie, football hero of 
Casper, gave a smoker for the freshman the other 
night. After the program burned out, the fresh- 
men went home sick. They should have taken les- 
sons from Farrell or Weibel. 

N D s 

Webster defines collegian as an inmate of a 
prison. These modem writers are so outspoken. 
Are they soft-spoken Darby? 

Leander swam the Hellespont 
To see his lady friend: 

A storm came up, as storms are wont — 
It was Leander’s end. 

Now Hero was the lady’s name. 

Whom poor Lee perished for. 

And Hero’s name went down in fame 
Though she but stayed on shore. 






TOM LIEB TO COACH AT NOTRE DAME monogram club on Sunday afternoon, Feb- 
AGAIN NEXT YEAR ruaiy 15. 

Tom Lieb, line coach of Notre Dame foot- 
ball teams and also assistant coach of track 
and head coach of hockey announced last 
week that he had signed a 
new contract with the Uni- 
versity for a period of one 
year. Lieb’s original con- 
tract expired in June. 

Since announcing some 
time ago that he was free to 
accept offers from universi- 
ties that were soliciting his 
services, speculation has been 
rife concerning Lieb’s migra- 
tion to Minnesota to take 
Spaulding’s job. Then too, 
rumor has signed the Irish 
coach for service at Wiscon- 

Lieb was a star football player during 
college days at Notre Dame. He started as 
a half back, but took the position of tackle 
in 1922. Lieb had his leg broken that year 
while playing against Purdue and lost what- 
ever chance he held for a place in the All- 
American sanctum. 

Last summer Lieb was named a member 
of the United States Olympic track team 
and was high point man at the American- 
Irish Olympic games in Dublin. In Sep- 
tember of 1924, Lieb broke the world’s rec- 
ord in the discus throw on Stagg field, Chi- 


Sixteen Notre Dame athletes who were 
awarded major letters during the football 
season were initiated into the Notre Dame 

Rev. Hugh O’Donnell, honorary president, 
Knute K. Rockne, director of athletics, and 
Elmer Layden, president of the club had 
charge of the initiation. The following men 
are now entitled to wear the monogram: 
Joe Hannon, Chas. Glueckert, Vine. Har- 
rington, John McMannon, John McMullin, 
John Wallace, Joe Boland, Clem Crowe, Ed. 
Scharer, Gene Edwards, Harry O’Boyle, 
Thos. Hearndon ; from the basketball team, 
Joe Dienhart, and Jim Pearson from 
baseball. Student manager Leo Sutliffe and 
Cheer-Leader Eddie Luther were awarded 
major monograms. Joe Maxwell and Dick 
Hanousek of the football team were absent 
from the university at the time of the ini- 

Plans for the staging of the Monogram 
Absurdities of 1925 are now being consider- 
ed, according to the announcement by Pres. 
Elmer Layden. The opening is set for St. 
Patrick’s Day, and Charley Collins and Ed- 
ward Hunsinger form a committee in charge 
of the program. 


After taking eight firsts in a total of ele- 
ven events, Notre Dame trailed Illinois 54 
to 41 in a dual track meet in the Notre 
Dame gymnasium, Saturday night, Feb. 14. 
It was the first meet of the season for both 
teams and Notre Dame displayed some re- 
markable speed and strength against the 
crack cinder squad of Harry Gill. 

By taking seconds and thirds and scoring 
slams in the high jump and broad jump, Il- 
linois managed to pile up enough counters 
to even the score with Notre Dame for the 



drubbing handed the basketball team. 

One of the features of the meet was the 
winning of the quarter mile race by Jimmy 
Stack, senior in the college of Arts and Let- 
ters. The unexpectedness of the event en- 
hanced the victory that was tabulated in 
:52 flat. Stack took the lead at the bark 
of the starter’s gun and was never headed 

Judge of Notre Dame also won the covet- 
ed monogram by winning the mile run, 
from Makeever, noted conference miler. 
Wendland took the two mile race from 
Marzula, giving a perfect imitation of the 
inimitable Nurmi, pacing the course with 
an unworried air and finishing almost as 
fresh as when he started. 

Harrington won the pole vault with a 
leap of 12 feet, 3 inches, failing in his try 
for another 3 inches although his body was 
easily clear of the bar at the winning 

Summary of the events: 

Shot put — Millbauei', N. D., first; Kimmell, 111., 
second; Usery, 111., thix-d. Distance: 42 ft. 11 1-4 

40 yard dash — Layden, N. D., first; Farrell, 111., 
secoxxd; Kyle, 111., third. Time: 4 3-5 sec. 

40 yard high hurdles — Casey, N. D., first; Rehm, 

111., second; Werner, 111., third. Time: 5 3-5 sec. 

Mile run — Judge, N. D., first; McKeevei’, 111., 
second; Rue, 111., third. Time: 4 min. 31 sec. 

440 yard run — Stack, N. D., first; Sittig, III., 
second; Schock, 111., third. Time: 52 (flat.) sec. 

Two mile run — Wendland, N. D., first; Miller, 

111., second; Marzulo, 111., third. Time: 9 min. 46 
4-5 sec. 

880 yard run — Ponzei*, 111., first; Werner, 111., 
second; Masterson, N. D., third. Time: 1 min. 57 
9-10 sec. 

Pole vault — Harrington, N. D., first; Seed, 
Barnes and Huntsley, all of Illinois, tied for sec- 
ond. Harrington’s height: 12 ft. 3 in. The rest 
tied for second at 12 feet. 

High jump — Mieslohn, 111.. Flint, 111., Wright, 

111., tied for first. Height: 5 ft. 10 3-4 in. 

Broad jump — Wallace, 111., first; Sweeney, 111., 
second; Mieslohn, 111., third. Distance: 22 ft. 
4 3-4 in. 

One mile relay — Won by Notice Dame. Team 
comprising: McDonald, Coughlin, Stack and Bari-. 

Illinois team: Mehock, Yates, Sittig, Schock. Time: 
9 min. 31 7-10 sec. 

Final score: Illinois 54, Notre Dame 41. 


Notre Dame’s hockey team lost two games 
and tied one while making an extended tour 
of the Copper Country last week. The Irish 
stickmen tied with St. Thomas in two over- 
time periods, 2 to 2, and lost the next two 
games to Minnesota, 2 to 0 and 2 to 1. All 
the games were played in Minneapolis at 
the indoor ice arena. 

Against St. Thomas, Capt. McSorley 
scored both goals and with Hicok starred in 
all three games. Hicok scored one goal 
against Minnesota in the last game on the 

A match with Wisconsin was called off 
for lack of ice as was a match with M.A.C. 
Two matches at the local rinks with Min- 
nesota scheduled for Feb. 23 and 24, will 
not take place due to the unfavorable wea- 
ther conditions. 


Notre Dame’s boxing team was defeated 
by the United States Naval academy in an 
intersectional collegiate meet at Annapolis, 
Saturday night, Feb. 14. 

Dick McClure was the only member of 
the Blue and Gold team to get a decision, 
McClure winning his fight with Ragsdale 
in the welter weight division. Notre Dame 
drew two fights on draws, but lost in both 
on the extra round while much wrangling 
was being heard concerning the work of the 

The Naval academy team was not hesi- 
tant after the event in making it known 
that the Irish ring team was the toughest 
opposition ever scheduled for the gobs. 
Notre Dame offered a furious fight in every 
bout, and the fact that the judges in nearly 
every instance were forced to give, deci- 
sions in favor of the Navy team speaks well 
for the fighting mettle of our future ad- 
mirals. Notre Dame fights Ames at Notre 
Dame tonight. 




Preparations to entertain the student 
body and local tight fandom with some of 
the best intercollegiate boxing yet to be wit- 
nessed in this city, were begun Wednesday 
night at the gymnasium. Charley Springer, 
coach and captain of the Irish glove team, 
directed the workouts. 

The bouts with Ames here tonight, will 
bring Notre Dame and the visitors together 
in all the weights. Joe Maxwell, varsity 
football center, will make his first local ap- 
pearance with the boxing team, in the meet 
with Ames. 

Maxwell fought in the heavyweight divi- 
sion at Annapolis last Saturday, and with 
Pat Canny experienced a narrow escape 
from drowning in a freak automobile acci- 
dent. Maxwell represents the heavy, rugged 
type of fighter, that packs a killing punch 
and moves about the ring with lightning 
speed. The Philadelphian alternated the 
center job with Adam Walsh last fall, and 
is also a basketball player of some credit. 

Springer will fight in the light heavy- 
weight class, and is one of the fastest 
punchers for his weight in the school. At 
Annapolis he forced the fight to his oppo- 
nent in the opening rounds, but the middie 
bore in for points near the close. 

Pat Canny will trade punches with the 
Ames boys in the middleweight class. Canny 
is widely known on the campus as a boxer 
and has had much experience to qualify him 
to meet the best competition that can be 
found in colleges. 

Pete Lim, the flash from China, another 
popular boxer at Notre Dame, will don the 
gloves to defend his place in the welter- 
weight class. Lim has fought several ex- 
hibition fights during the past year, and is 
a great entertainer with his clever hand- 
work and footwork. He delivers his blows 
with lightning rapidity and handles himself 
in the ring with a smack of command. 

Goslin, a newcomer in the Irish boxing 
ranks this year, will fight in the lightweight 
division. Jack Spillane, who whipped Don- 
nelly, amateur featherweight champion of 
Cleveland in the last exhibition fight at the 

university, made a fine showing at the Navy 
meet and there is every indication that 
Jack’s fight will be one of the best bouts, 
of the evening. 

Jefferies will fight in the flyweight class 
and Harvey will answer the gong for the- 
bantamweight division. Guy Lorenger,. 
Benny DiPausquale, Charley Donnelly and. 
Dick McClure, members of the team that 
fought the Navy, null be unable to compete.- 
against Ames because they are freshmen 
at the university. These four men will go 
to Gary Thursday morning to enter the? 
Gary boxing tournament, the finals of which, 
will be fought on Saturday night. 

Special arrangements are being, consider- 
ed to handle one of the biggest fight crowds, 
that has ever appeared at Notre Dame. The 
boxing meet is the only event carded for the 
week-end, while basketball, swimming and 
track teams are competing on foreign fields. 
Fight fans who have flocked to Notre Dame 
for the past few years to witness the ex- 
hibition bouts have claimed that the colleg- 
ians give more in three rounds than many 
professionals give in many more. 

The exhibition fights staged this year 
have found the Irish glove pushers setting 
a terrific pace from the start and hammer- 
ing through three two-minute rounds with- 
out a let-up. The fight card with Ames 
mil be the first local appearance in the ring; 
this year of Maxwell, heavyweight, Spring- 
er, lightheavy and Canny, middleweight. 

Bob Peck, of Culver, all-American center 
at Pittsburgh, will be one of the judges. 
Special ringside seats will be set up and the 
doors mil be open at 7 :45 o’clock. A fee 
of SI will be asked at the door. Students, 
presenting athletic coupon books will be ad- 



Faced by the best team in the state of 
Indiana, and fighting to strengthen a de- 
fense against the deadly shooting of the 
visiting forwards, Notre Dame’s basketbalL 
quintet was defeated 37 to 28 by the Wa- 



bash College five, Saturday afternoon, Feb- 
ruary 14. 

Wabash in mid-season form a little more 
than a week before, struck out on the road 
to the Indiana state basketball title and 
ever since, with a decisiveness that cannot 
* be approached, it has mowed down the best 
competition in the state. 

Pete Vaughan paraded his wonder team 
at the local Y. M. C. A. last Saturday, -with 
such sterling timber to display as Robinson, 
forward, Chadwick, center, and Burdette, 
guard. Chadwick, a man well over six feet, 
was well guarded by Louis Conroy, thus 
checking his destructive work. But to put 
the damper on one Scarlet eager, meant 
that another one was loose, and to make for 
Chadwick’s confinement, Robinson tossed six 
field goals and one foul throw for a total 
of 13 points. 

The Keoganites gave an occasional flash 
of their real game, but it was not to last 
and the opposition that was fast overcom- 
ing them was too much to reckon with. 
Wabash held the lead at half time, 17 to 9. 

The start of the second half saw Notre 
Dame gathering speed, but its rally was 
short lived as Wabash changed its offense 
and cut through the Irish line for scores. 
Ray Dahman, going in near the finish of 
the game for Notre Dame, scored three 
field goals. 

Lineup and Summary: 

Wabash (37). 

Robinson, rf. 

Devol, If. 

Chadwick, c. 

Burdette, lb. 

Coffell, rg. 

Cowan, rg. 

Notre Dame (28). 

Mahoney, rf. 

Crowe, If. 

Dienhart, If. 

Nyikos, c. 

McNally, c. 

Kizer, rg. ' 

Dahman, rf. 

Conroy, lg. 


_6 4 1 0 13 

_3 4 2 1 8 

.1112 3 

.3 3 2 0 8 

.1 2 2 0 4 

.0 1.1 0 1 

.0 0 0 2 0 

.0 0 0 0 0 

.2 0 0 2 4 

.3 0 0 2 6 

.0 3 2 1 2 

.3 0 0 1 2 


Referee — Nohr, LaCross Normal. Umpir< 
Berger, Chicago. 


The following is the schedule arranged 
for the Engineers’ Basketball League, as 
announced by the President of the League, 
Clarence Kaiser : 

Feb. 8 — E. M. vs. Ch. E. 

Feb. 11— E. M. vs. E. E. 

Feb. 15— C. E. vs. Ch. E. 

Feb. 18 — M. E. vs. E. E. 

Feb. 22— M. E. vs. C. E. 

Feb. 25 — E. E. vs. Ch. E. 

Mar. 1 — E. M. vs. C. E. 

Mar. 8 — C. E. vs. E. E. 

Mar. 15 — E. M. vs. E. E. 

Mar. 18 — M. E. vs. Ch. E. 

In an Engineers’ Basketball League game 
on Thursday night the Electrical’s defeated 
the Miner’s, 27-6. The fast Electrical quin- 
tet got away to an early lead and were 
never headed, their smooth-working- team 
work having the Miner’s baffled. Gomez 
was high point man while MacDonald star- 
red at forward for the winners and Os- 
borne brought the crowd to its feet several 
times with sensational shots. Parnell and 
Bradley scintillated for the losers. 

The lineup: 


MacDonald, If. 

Sheridan (Capt.) rf. 

O’Neil, c. 

Daley, lg. 

Mason, rg. 

Osborne, rg. 


Parnell, (Capt.), If. 

Sweeney, rf. 

Bradley, c. 

Kiely, lg. 

Hartman, rg. 



The Scholastic notes with pleasure the 
reading of the Juggler at the A. I. E. E. 
meeting, and the above athletic schedule, as 
evidence of a sincere attempt by Dan O’Neill 
and his Engineers to belie campus opinion. 



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if I could work out a formula 
which would permit me to pick at 
a glance the college man who had 
it in him to make good, then I 
could rapidly build up an unusu- 
ally intelligent, well educated 
sales force. But although I have 
discussed this subject with any 
number of sales managers in dif- 
ferent lines of business, none of 
them seem to have worked out 
any definite rule to follow. 

So we all seem to come to one 
conclusion, namely, that the col- 
lege graduate has no particular 
corner on intelligence. On the 
other hand, it does work out that 
the college man who comes to you 
at twenty-one or twenty-two and 
stays through the first five or six 
years generally has that some- 
thing which enables him at some- 
where around twenty-eight or 
thirty to assert himself and take 
a higher place than the average 
man of the same age without the 
advantage of college training. 

The college man who comes to 
the sales department at twenty- 
two is generally not in position to 
take hold and make himself as 
useful around the department as 
the man who came at, say, eight- 
een, and spent four years in the 
department while the other chap 
put in four years in college. The 
young man who comes to the de- 
partment at around eighteen is 
able, after four years of work, to 
fit in reasonably well in his par- 
ticular job and do that job in 
good shape, else he would be 

The college man comes in at 
twenty-two, after having put in 
four years in school, and when he 
comes to work on his first Mon- 
day morning, there is no place, 
speaking figuratively, where he 
can hang up his hat. It is almost 
certain to be a great puzzle to 
him when he first comes to his 


job, to find out why he is not do- 
ing something- worthwhile. He 
tr-ies to work out a way in which 
k be can use the course in which he 

graduated. But he finds no op- 
portunity to do this. He looks 
around and sees other men of his 
age busily pounding typewriters 
and acting- as assistants and cor- 
respondents. He sees men a few 
t years older working- as junior 

salesmen with regular territories. 

I know one college man who 
was very disturbed because he 
had been brought into a big or- 
ganization and did not seem able 
to take hold any place. Week 
► after week, he found himself 

plodding o\ r er masses of statistics 
which he and a number of other 
men were working up into re- 
ports. He could see no real chance 
for progress doing what appeared 
to be mere routine clerical work, 

’ so he began going to night school 

and studied short-hand and type- 
writing. In three months he had 
made himself a capable stenog- 

He went to the salesmanager 
with the information that he was 
' ready to take a stenographer’s 

job, that he wanted to be the 
stenographer and secretary for 
Mr. Blank because he felt that 
Blank was an exceptionally good 
man and that working for him 
would be a quick and short cut to 
a sales department education. 

The sales manager nearly jump- 
ed out of his chair when con- 
fronted with that form of initia- 
tive. He put the man at the job 
requested. In three months, the 
value of this man’s college train- 
ing- was demonstrated, in that he 
could put into better English the 
thoughts which Mr. Blank wanted 
to convey to customers. It was a 
great combination of man of ex- 
perience in the business plus a 
man with a splendid English edu- 
cation. In a very few months the 
advantage of this combination be- 
came apparent. The type of let- 
ter which went out each day re- 
sulted in much more business. 
Plainly, here was a young man 
with unusual powers of expres- 
sion plus the advantage of splend- 
id training. He was getting a 


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quick and thorough knowledge of the 

This experience started the sales 
manager on a quest for more men 
of the same type. He found two 
more college men who seemed to 
rank up well. He induced them to 
take up shorthand and typewriting. 

In a few months he had them 
working in his sales department as 
assistants to correspondents. He took 
his first prize man out of the sales 
department and made him assistant 
to the advertising manager. By the 
time that young man is twenty-six 
or twenty-eight, he will, no doubt, be 
well qualified to be a thoroughly 
good young advertising manager. He 
is dispensing with time very thor- 
oughly through his ability to slide up 
close to somebody who knows the 
business and not only learn the busi- 
ness but also make himself useful 
and helpful. 

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college graduates s will be continued 
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