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Vol. 28 FEBRUARY, 1921 No. 5 S^uqueene ^ontbl^? ^m FEBRUARY, 1921 -^^^i^¥^^7<f^ CONTENTS Candlemas .... Luke 0' Byrne 145 Corned Beef and Cabbage M. BOSTAPH 146 A Valentine .... Daniel Darrell 150 Padden Plays Fair Thomas Sullivan 151 The Bluelawmakers Paul G. Sullivan 155 A Biographical Sketch of Racine Francis W. Bennett 156 Editorial : — Lincoln's Religion V. J. Rieland 167 Valentines Regis E. Wehrheim . 168 Alliances .... Gerald A. Schroth 169 Beware of the Medium Leo J. McIntyre . 169 Obituary . 170 Chronicle .... R. J. R. 172 Duquesnicula .... Riley-Kelly . 177 D'YOUVILLE COLLEGE BUFFALO, N. Y. Under the Direction of the Grey Nuns A College for Women, chartered by Act of Legialatore of the State of New York. Registered with the University of the State of New York. Conrses leading to degrees in Arts, Science, Pedagogy, Literature and Music Special preparation for High School Teaching. Design and Painting, nnder Male Instructor. Right Rev. Wm. Turner, D. D., Chancellor. FACULTY : Members of the Grey Nuns' Community, Members of the Clergy, and Men and Women Lay Specialists. Holy Angels' Academy In Connection with D'Youville College College Preparatory and General Culture Courses. Music, Languages, Design and Painting. New York State Regents' Diplomsis. BOLD'S HOME-MADE BREAD BAKED FRESH EVERY DAY. It is so manifestly good and fresh that it produces a light, flaky crust that melts deliciously in the mouth, and tliere is no soaking in of the filling, nor sogginess, no indigestion. Every Loaf is of Uniform Excellence, the Standard by which others are judged. AUGUST BOLD, 821-29 Industry St, , Pittsburgh Bell Phones: Hemlock 569 Hill 1327 R Commercial Photography Photographer Portraits in Crayon, Oil and Water Color Paintings 1405 Carson Street and Post Office Bnildin?, Mt. Oliver WAGNER BROS. SHOE CO. WHOLESALE SHOES 429 LIBERTY AVENUE PITTSBURGH ©uquesne flDontbl^ A Literary Magazine Vol. XXVIII. FEBRUARY, 1921 No. 5 Published Monthly dueinq the School yeak BY THE Students of Duquksne Univebsity TERMS : ONE DOLLAR AND A HALF A YEAR, PAYABLE IN ADVANCE ADVERTISING RATES ON APPLICATION Address: Duquesne Monthly, Duquesne University, Pittsburgh, Pa. Entered as second-class matter, at the Pittsburgh Postoffice, April 30, 1911 Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 110ft. Act of October 3, 1917, authorized October 22, 1918 VINCENT J. RIELAND, A. B., '21, Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors Regis E. Weheheim, A. B., '21 Gerald A. Schkoth, A. B., '22 '23 Clement M. Strobel, A. B., . Exchanges Leo J. McIntyee, A. B., '21 . Alumni Robert Q. Reilly, A. B., '23 .... College Notes .John F. O'Connor, B. C. S., '23 . Finance Notes '23 Francis J. Ligday, LL. B., ... Law Notes '21 Richard H. Ackkeman, D. A., . Public Speaking Notes Paul G. Sullivan, H. S., '21 .... Athletics Francis A. Riley, H. S., '21 Albert C. Kelly, H. S., '21 Dnquesnieula Business Managers Pateick L. McGrath, A. B., '23 Regis O'Beien, H. S., '22 : 2)uquc6nc ^ontbl^ Volume XXVIl!. FEBRUARY, 1921 Number 5. CanMcmas. YE BLESSED emblems of Incarnate Light, That limn the holy place with myriad glow And on our hearts a kindly warmth bestow, Methinks your meaning now I see aright. ' Tis that, like you, thro' earth's dim darksome night Around me Christ-like radiance mu^ I throw. And in consuming love must ever grow, Lifting the while my head toward Heaven's height. But, Lord of Light ! can'st find within my heart One glimmer of the mighty love and zeal That glowed white hot in soul of Libermann ? If Thou but kindled there that fire ble^, Then could I somewhat of Thy pow'r reveal That were the consummation of Thy plan ! Luke O'Byrne. Ven. Francis Mary Paul Libermann, First Superior General of the Congregation of the Holy Ghost and the Holy Heart of Mary, died in the odor of sanctity, February 2, 1852. — — Corned Beef and Cabbage, Sir. TIM O'DAY was leaning 'way back in a rickety wooden rocker, his none too beautifully stockinged feet settled comfortably on what served as a mantel piece, and his yellow corn-cob chimney puffing forth voluminous blue clouds into the already hazy atmosphere of the room. He was thinking. He was supremely happy and contented. He had everything an Irishman could wish for—a nice little shanty with a genuine organ and a rubber plant in the parlor; twelve little con- centrations consisting mostly of freckles, red hair, and pranks, to fill his fatherly heart with joy, and best of all a wife who could cook corned beef and cabbage, fit to set before a king. And didn't he have six dagos and three niggers to boss all day at the mines ? " Umm," and Tim sniffed as the sweet smell of a neighbor's supper came by on the March breeze. " Sure, and the McCarthy's got boiled ham for supper," he added more to himself than for publication. " Wonder what Bridget's got?" and he went out to the kitchen to find out. P. Harrington d' Orsay, sir, was reclining on an expensively upholstered tapestried divan, puffing leisurely at his scented cigarette. He was happy—his wife was not around ! He was thinking, yes, thinking of the days gone by. He glanced down at the thick plush carpet "And my dad tramped on beaten clay all his life," he mused. In the violet rolls of smoke the days loomed up when he trudged to work at six, dinner bucket on arm, and pick slung on his shoulder, with his wife's good-bye kiss still fresh on his—oh. mind your own business! Then some men with made-to-order belts and sleek black mustaches began to hang around his house He thought they were trying to buy his land because there might be coal on it. He kicked them out on the cinderpath one day and began to sink a shaft back of the chicken coop. A twenty foot vein was found and later others were discovered. After- wards he discovered that the two gents didn't have any designs on his land at all. Whether they did or not, is neither here nor there, for he began to be fabulously rich. It was then his better half compelled him to drop the common name of Patrick and fling the " Harrington " to the breeze. In the mid^ of his musings he heard a rustling of silks, and " You lazy loafer ! How many times have I told you to keep your clodhoppers off that divan ? Get right off it this minute," : — Corned Beef and Cabbage, Sik 147 " I guess I'll go out awhile. I won't be back for some time, Hannah dear," said P. Harrington, as he walked over and donned an honest-to-goodness silk stovepipe, and a fur coat the equal of which was never seen west of Fifth Avenue, Bagdad-on-the- Subway. " Well, I'd like to know where you are going this time o' night—its 'most seven o'clock," demanded Mrs. P. pertly. " You know that dago I hired a month ago ? I don't trust him. He speaks French and has the cunning of a Hun ! I believe he has told me a falsehood about that mine near Tom's Run. I'm going over and investigate. I'll take him along. " Good-bye ! and he closed the leaded door softly. " Meestaire d'Orsay, I'm veree sorry indeed, but I am quite unable to accompanee you to-night. I have a—what you call eet—date ! —with a friend mam'selle. But O'Day, my foreman, would be overjoyed to show you eet. He live up the road. But " I must be leaving. Veree sorry. Au revoir ! and his manager strode rapidly away, without another word, and was soon lost in the darkness. A few minutes' brisk walk brought him to O'Day's doorstep, and he immediately rapped. He was musing "If that chunk of macaroni didn't have such an influence with the foreigners there, I'd have given him the pink slip long ago. But I'm afraid—there'd be a strike sure, and " Good evening, Mrs. O'Day. I'm Mr. d'Orsay, and I'd like to speak to you about something very important." " Mr. d'Orsay ? Sure ! come right in and take a chair,'' exclaimed Mrs. O'Day, all dishwashy, wiping her wet hands on her calico apron, and then dusting off a chair with it for him to " sit in. Looks like we're in for another spell o' rain—the sun set kinda' clouded this evenin'," she added, good-naturedly. Exit Bridget to the back porch where she yanked Tim unceremoniously off the swing and whispered excitedly into his ear, " It's Mr. d'Orsay hi'sself in the parlor to see you. You haven't been drunk at the works, have you lately ? " she added, with a suspicious look. Tim slipped on a coat, and with alacrity strode into the room. "'Evenin', Mr. d'Orsay," began Tim in that almost rever- ential attitude, which the "shanty" Irish regard the more fortunate " lace-curtain " Hibernians. 148 DuQUESNE Monthly " Say, O'Day, you wouldn't mind taking a little stroll with me this evening ? I'm going to examine that abandoned mine over near the railroad at Tom's Run. They say it's not worth work- ing, but I believe different," said Mr. d'Orsay pleasantly. "Sure, and I'd be glad to go," said Tim, glancing down at " his shoeless feet, as soon as I can slip on me boots." Five minutes later they were plodding their way over a barren hillside by the light of a flashlight carried by Tim's sixth son, Kent.