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Page 252 Advertisements Column 1 [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 April 1897
JIMOTHY WILFRED COAKLEY Sttto-'LTicy and *&amp;o-un*yciio-t &lt;xt 15 Pemberton Sq., Boston Rooms 6 and 7 WM. J. MAGUIRE Slate, . Metal • and . Composition ROOFER Slate Hoofs Laid in Elastic Cement. Bee-Hive Felt and Composition a Specialty for Gravel Hoofs. Telephone 80 2. 544 Washington St, Brighton, Ward 25 Residence, near Oak Square FLYNN &amp; JVUHONY Publishers and . . . Booksellers Catholic Church Goods and Religious Articles Agents for all the European Steamship Companies. Drafts on England, Ireland and Scotland. 18 and 20 Essex Street BOSTON, MASS. THE RIBBON STORE FBRNBKBBS 5 TEMPLE PLACE, BOSTON, MASS. m /IS /js /Is »\ — % w w M/ 3. Trank Taccy Printer 36 Prospect Street Cambridgeport WHEN DEALING WITH ADVERTISERS PLEASE MENTION THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS
THE LION. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
THE LION. Thou mighty brute, what majesty, What calm collected strength, What bold magnificence we see In thy gigantic length ! Thy kingship o'er the forest vast On thy bold brow is read : Is stamped upon the royal cast Of thy colossal head ! The fierceness of ten thousand years Of fury, fire and fight, Red battle with thy would-be peers Is gathered in thy might! Thy limbs are strong as knotted oaks, Thy paws like bars of steel Give blows as fierce as thunder strokes To make a turret reel! The pestilence is in thy breath And murder-dripping jaw; Thy tracks lead downward into death ; Hell's fire is in thy maw! Thy voice is like the battle-shout When bannered armies meet, And thousand lives are trampled out Beneath War's iron feet ! Thou movest on the mountain-side Like to a thunder-blast; And o'er the forest far and wide The gloom of death is cast! O Mighty One, to me thou art A wild tremendous force, Like that which rends the rock apart When cyclones run their course ! A symbol of t...
REMINISCENCES. — (Sixth Paper). [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
REMINISCENCES. — (Sixth Paper). MUSICAL AND EPISTOLARY. —(Continued). jg-ygß HE writer of these '' Reminiscences" has received a number of letters lately from old Boston College boys offering suggestions and giving reminiscent notes of "ye olden time" in Boston College. Perhaps my handling or my treatment of these "Reminiscences" may not be understood by all. I have been asked why I do not refer to this and that event in the career of some of the old students, why I do not bring in more notes about the classroom, the studies, the military companies, the college stage, etc. I have not brought in these subjects simply because I have not come to them yet. I wished to exhaust the " Musical and Epistolary Reminiscences " first and then, at some future day, I will take up the other subjects. I will finish the musical reminiscences in the June number of the STYLUS, and after allowing the other old boys a chance to tell us of the past glories of Boston College, I will start a series of pape...
FERN SONG. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
FERN SONG. Uance to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms again, And say, '' Tho' the sun Hath my vesture spun, He had labored alas! in vain, But for the shade That the cloud hath made, And the gift of the dew and the rain." Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, little Fern, And rejoice in the beat of the rain. Rev. John B. Tabb. &amp;
TRANSLATION. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
TRANSLATION. O filix, salta, pluvia sonante, Et tuas palmas sitiens relaxa ; Atque die: " Quanquam tunicam decoram Sol mihi nevit, Attamen textis operatus esset Ille nequidquam, nisi propter umbram Quam dedit nubes, pluviaeque munus, Donaque roris." O filix mollis, quatiare risu, Et tuas frondes recrea minutas, Atque tu saltans, pluvia sonante, Gaudia carpe. Charles A. Finn , 'pp.
IDEM ALITER. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
IDEM ALITER. Imbris ad pulsum, Alices pusillae, Dulce saltetis, manibus reclusis, Usque dicentes : " Mihi sol tametsi Nevit amictum, Attamen frustra sine nubis umbra, Frigidi roris, pluviaeque dono." Jamque ridentes relevate frondes, Imbre cadente. John F. Madden , 'pp.
SOME SAPPHICS. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
SOME SAPPHICS. O filix, salta pluviae ad susurrum, Aridas palmas iterum reclude Sic canens: " Vestes mihi sol dedisset Prorsus inepte, Nubibus, nimbis, pluvia carenti." O filix, ride, tremulasque frondes Explica, gaude, pluvia cadente, Atque vigesce. John J. Sheehan , 'pp.
THE MODERN NEWSPAPER. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
THE MODERN NEWSPAPER. Competitive Essay. late political contest has furnished pjjftPl us with a striking example of the influence which the newspaper maywield over the general reader, and of the abuse to which it may sometimes be put. We have witnessed rival papers in large cities, and local papers in the country districts, boisterously furthering the interests of some candidate and inveighing, with endless abuse, against the position of their adversaries. The spread of truth and a calm statement of the matters under consideration gave way to reckless assertion and shameless misrepresentation. Not only was there a negative wrong in suppressing news, but also a positive harm in falsifying reports; each party endeavoring to engender a feeling of confidence in its friends and a spirit of contempt for its opponents. With these unwelcome facts before us we are sometimes led to reflect upon the nature and object of the newspaper, wherein the papers of to-day may have deflected from their ...
SOME WILD OATS: A DOCUMENT. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
SOME WILD OATS: A DOCUMENT. [Owing to the archaeological bent of a friend, we are enabled to publish the following literary curiosity as a possible encouragement to the idle singers of a summer day, whose fitness for this matter-of-fact, prosaic world of ours is but too often questioned. The author of this "Unmetrical Sacrifice," as he modestly styled it, is now a professional man who has an extensive practice, and who has grown so grave that he will scarcely recognize his own composition. Spring Poets, do not lose heart! You are not necessarily foredoomed to failure even in this world.] With days long bathing in sunlight, And meadow grass wrinkling faint for rain ; With eves whose farewells are sighed through clouds lush with gold red, And moon shimmer jewelling our oar drips, As slowly we pull through the waveless bay O June, thou hast bloomed and faded ! Arcadia, thou openest again ! And lifting aside the curtain that hid from me The reft beauty of thy other years, stands Hebe lo...
DIXI PRO DOMO MEA. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
DIXI PRO DOMO MEA. [The tone of the following communication, at least in places, might lead outsiders to believe that it was prompted by wounded feelings. On the contrary, "Mr. V " was almost as much amused by the account of his organ escapade as he was by the reality, and he has assured us that the present remonstrance is all fun and no malice.] To the late Dovii Editor. DEAR SIR: —As your conscience doubtless smites you on account of the hand-organ episode which was so graphically described in your last contribution to the STYLUS, I hasten to assure you that I bear no ill will whatever towards you, simply because I do not believe in the antiquated doctrine of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Nay, I rather commend your attempt at the humorous, for I am pleased to trace even a tiny vein of wit in our young writers ; but yet I feel in duty bound, as a " Patriarch of the College," to admonish the youngsters that humor is inversely proportional to the square of the effort mad...
A PSALM OF LIFE. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
A PSALM OF LIFE. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb driven cattle Be a hero in the strife. Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And. departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of Time ;
TRANSLATION. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
TRANSLATION. Ne mihi dicas numeris in atris, Somnium vanum velut esse vitam ; Mortui jam sunt homines inertes : Omnia fallunt. Vita enim nobis datur ad laborem ; Terminus non est tumulus quietus ; Spiritum limum fieri negamus, Corpore licto. Nec voluptates animive luctus Finis est noster: Deus ipse jussit Usque tendamus celeres in horas Ad meliora. Tempus est fluxum, tamen Ars perennis; Corda, quantumvis valida, ad sepulchrum Funebres gressus, velut obvoluta Tympana, pulsant. Sive bellantes übicumque mundi, Sive perstamus vigiles in armis, Ne gregi muto similes velimus, Ast animosi. Neve credamus quod habet futurum ; Tempus exactum maneat sepultum ; Nunc et hie simus, Domino favente Cordeque forti. Fortium vitae moneant virorum, Posse nos vitas quoque velle fortes, Et pedum signis decorare arenas Hinc abeuntes. Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing With a heart ...
A PRAYER. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
A PRAYER. 0 dearest Lord, to know Thy will Is what I ask of Thee, That I may all the better fill The life ordained for me. 1 pray to see in all I do Thy never-failing hand, To prove a hero, tried and true, Who loves Thy least command. Grant me the grace, when crosses weigh, To bear them all for Thee ; To welcome more, from day to day, The yoke imposed on me: That when the toil of life is o'er And all my work is done, My soul may wear for evermore The crown that I have won. James D. Russell^pS. His pedum signis alias repertis, Forsitan vitae mare transeuntes, Navibus fractis, animum vocabunt Et miserandi. Strenui, fortes alacresque simus, Neve jam fatum timeamus ullum ; Usque pergamus, faciamus usque, Et patiamur. William D. Nugent , '99.
THE SOCIAL SIDE OF COLLEGE LIFE [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
THE SOCIAL SIDE OF COLLEGE LIFE (Competitive Essay.) Immi N Edition. to high moral character, Pgip?, mental attainments and athletic abilities, Boston College students should also take the lead socially, that the College may be brought prominently before the people and thus enter upon a wider sphere of usefulness. As a means whereby the College may attain to social prominence and thus stimulate a more fervent college spirit among the students and enliven the interest of graduates, I recommend the appointment of a social committee composed of two members of each class, whose duty it shall be to arrange for a bi-monthly social gathering of the students, graduates and friends of the College 5 to provide for an entertainment consisting of music, conversation, singing of college songs and speechmaking by prominent graduates or invited guests so as to ensure suitable recognition from the press. The adoption of some such arrangement seems necessary in order to bring about a more cordial fe...
TO THE NORTH POLE BY BALLOON [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
TO THE NORTH POLE BY BALLOON i®3° w that the expedition is over and the rasPS world demands an explanation of our speedy return, I suppose I am justified in relating the facts. It was on June 21, 1898, that I joined Nansen's party with the fixed purpose of finding the North Pole. I was then eager for adventure, and could cry for joy when I received his letter saying to come at once. He wrote that he was to start on June 26, and wished me to arrive in time. Five hours later I stood in his presence. He immediately set me to work storing the balloon and filling sand bags. There were six besides myself already engaged in the same way, but Nansen wished the work to be finished in time, and so he took no chances. "Rather be sure than sorry" was his motto, and a good one it was, too. The morning of the twenty-sixth arrived, and as the clocks struck the hour of four, we cast off the sand-bags that held us, and sailed away on our unfruitful mission. We rose to a height of twelve hundred feet...
A SPLENDID PROTASIS. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
A SPLENDID PROTASIS. |pggg«g|PTEß a person has carefully studied and analyzed the gradual introducjcllill tion of plot and characters in the Greek tragedies, the protasis of an English play becomes doubly interesting. The learned scholars from the earliest times attribute to the Greeks a delicate, natural instinct for the true and the beautiful; but on reading the works of English authors also we perceive unmistakable signs of genuine, inborn genius. Take, for example, Shakespeare's comedy, "The Merchant of Venice," which has just been produced here by the Preparatory Department. The author was particularly fortunate in his choice of subject. With the scene laid at Venice, which, at the time the play opens, had grown from a few huts of terrified refugees hidden among the rushes to be a magnificent, opulent and strikingly picturesque city ; with three such characters as the noble Antonio, the tender Portia and the wily Shylock; with the hazy Middle Ages so conducive to romance ; Shak...
Boston College Stylus. [Newspaper Article] — The Stylus — 1 May 1897
Boston College Stylus. PUBLISHED MONTHLY. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One dollar in advance, postpaid. Single copies, fifteen cents. ADVERTISING RATES : Address JOHN B. DOYLE, Business Editor, Boston College. THE STYLUS is published by the students of Boston College as an aid to their literary improvement, and to serve as a means of communication between the Alumni and Undergraduates. It looks chiefly to present and former students, to graduates and their friends for its support. These are earnestly asked to give it their patronage. BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS, 761 Harrison Avenue, Boston, Mass. THE STAFF. FRANCIS J. CARNEY, '9B EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BENJAMIN F. TEELING, '9B - - DAVID J. FLYNN, 1900 - . „ AMBROSE A. DORE, 1900 - - EDITORS EDWIN P. DOES, '99 - - - J DAVID G. SUPPLE, '9B - EXCHANGE EDITOR JOHN B. DOYLE, '99 BUSINESS MANAGER JOSEPH R. WILLIAMS, '99 DANIEL J. FORD - I-AssT. BUSINESS MANAGERS VICTOR M. PELLETIER J Printed by J. Frank Facey, 36 Prospect St., Cambridgeport