VOLUME ONE
MARCH-
"... Cffu:!J Ca[fd ift ifufand" If inborn feelings could be expressed, if words were adequate or beautiful enough, if hearts could but sing out what is stored within them, then all might know that pride and admiration that swells in the bosom of every person who has the faintest trickle of Celtic blood in his veins, that inexplainable but inherent love and longing for Ireland and her people, that inexplicable tear-drop that is born in the eye of almost every Irishman, be he native or descendant, when the songs of Erin float, ringing on the very wings of air, on their day-St. Patrick's Day. It would make you think that all the angels in heaven were lending their voices to the chorus of a people who love their ancestry-the preserved antiquity and beauty of their traditions. If all these could but be expressed, as they are indelibly present in the very essence of the Irish, it would create one of the most beautiful and poignant love stories of all ages. But this will never happen. Words will never suffice to tell what is in the soul of the Gael. Because the love for their nation and their people is so overwhelming, only the Irish themselves can understand the love that is burning within their hearts. Ireland-the word alone brings into mind the counties, the rivers, the bays, the lakes, the towns of a nation steeped in the legends of the leprechauns, the little people that haunt the glens, the boreens, the hills and dales of Erin, and the folk-lore of her generations. Fairyland for the Celt is nothing but the sunny country of common sense. God is always present, always near. The sprites that are frolicking in the dewy grass as twilight fades and night falls, are God's own manifestations of the nearness of the
1948
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Fifteen hours a week-that's the length of time the average Salve Regina commuter spends on busses. What a way to live! They've almost come to regard the Short Line as their home on wheels. Be that as it may, life is never dull. It may be maddening though-particularly so are the morning trips with the youthful, vociferous, and raucous high-school students. One never knows whether she'll be hit by a flying chemistry book, or have her eardrum shattered by a sudden Tarzan-like yell. There are brawls galore. Madison Square Garden has nothing on the Short Line Arena. Basketball shoes sail through the air, goldfish doomed for the biology laboratories float down the aisle, and when there is snow-beware, for a snowball will hit you, if you don't watch out. Speed? They often wonder what the word means. At least fifteen minutes is consumed waiting for the "younger" teen-agers to complement the bus with their presence. Will they hurry? Not on your life! They board the bus leisurely munching their toast and tucking in their shirt tails. They stop at every seat to hold an unhurried conversation with their long-lost buddies, whom they have not seen since the preceding night. There is one individual who drives up in his car, parks it in the middle of the road, grabs his books, and dashes into the bus. This fascinating and mysterious procedure takes place every morning. The bus passengers are now conjecturing as to whether he is daring to be different, or slightly mad. Sympathy cards are always in order for bus drivers. With some of the passengers they have, it's a wonder they don't all end up in straitjackets. (continued on page 2) ¡on one occasion, two Fall Riverites almost broke up a beautiful friendship over who was going to carry the forsythia bushes that Sister Martha had delegated them to convey to their fair city. In the ensuing argument four of the passengers and one bus driver came to regret the presence of the forsythias almost as much as their bearers. 0n Wednesday, March the seventeenth, at eleven Perhaps they didn't know of the unrealized potentialities o'clock, Salve Regina College was honored by a visit from of those seemingly dead bushes. Believe it or not, they Mrs. Mary Lasswell, author of a best seller. are now in full yellow bloom-no thanks to the passengers Out of her knowledge and experience, Mrs. Lasswell who tried to whither them with freezing glances. gave most valuable advice to the students. Her words According to reports, the non-residents' book, "Charwere followed with strict attention-and many notes were acters We Have Met", is expected to go to press any day taken as she developed her theme--AN AUTHOR SPEAKS now. They've encountered all types including cowboys, TO YOUNG WRITERS. tramps, and an escapee from the Taunton Mental Institute Mrs. Lasswell was the guest of honor at the luncheon who insisted on taking four of the commuters to Coral which followed. (continued on page 4)
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