1923 Yearbook
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1923 Yearbook
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THE PES T
Thrilling Rescue As Seen By "Pest' Reporter
AN APPRECIATION—LEO J. LUCIER
By an Admirer
St. Ambrose College owes a vote
of thanks to one of its most ardent
and enthusiastic followers, Mr. Leo
J. Lucier. For the past eight years
his name has been linked with the
institution (and not always in
scandal). He studied (??) there,
wrote wonderful newspaper articles
for the school, played on all their
athletic teams (what d'ya mean
"on"?) and if he doesn't get out
soon, he'll probably die there.
Mr. Lucier's ways are inexplain-
able. Some say it's his smile; others say it's a drag; but he himself,
boldly admits it is because he can
talk fast. Of the 63,472 individuals known as Alumni, not one had
his ability at sliding through classes.
He has some wondreful plans
which he would like to inculcate
in the school's curriculum. He
would combine a girls' school with
our College, making St. Ambrose
a co-ed institution. He would like
a co-ed institution. He would build
atheltic teams that would outscore
such second class teams as: Notre
Dame, Iowa, and Yale. He would
publish a daily newspaper and edit
it himself. He would undoubtedly
start a course in Chiropractic. But,
folks, come out of the clouds; these
are only Lucier's ideas; and like
most ideas, count for nought.
Did you ever see our hero in a
football suit? Really, he looks very
cute. Last fall he was a great
help to the Varsity; so through this
column I wish to thank him in behalf of the team.
It is useless to go further. You
now realize what a necessity he is
to our institution. What bread is
to butter, what Jake is to Alice, so,
my friends, Leo J. is to St. Ambrose. May he kid the public as
long as he has kidded us. Lives of
great men all remind us.
PALS
(Picture) on Page No. 8. (Note:
Looie is the taller of the two.)
Everybody knows of the affection
existing between a "real" boy and
his dog, and it is so unusual to find
a "real" boy enamoured with a
common farm animal that we take
this occasion to inform you that
such a case exists here on our own
Campus—that is one half of it exists here while the other half is
the property of the milkman and
exists somewhere near here; so
near in fact that our staff photographer was able, by means of impersonation in disguise, to "snap"
them as they stood utterly oblivious
to the beauty of nature wrapped
in the ecstacy of single thought.
"But everyone to his own taste,"
said the old man as he kissed the
cow.
BARNUM WAS RIGHT
(Continued from Page 1)
sistants, Lew and Pfieffer, and the
raving Looie was strapped in bed.
In order to check the spread of
fever, Dr. Watters knew he must
take the necessary precautions. So
onto the fairy skin of Looie's back
he applied portions of red-hot cap-
soline. Then a hot water bottle
filled with cold water was placed
on the patients' back. (This was
done to counteract the possibilities
of Looie catching on fire.) Hot irons
were placed at his feet so that he
would not get a chill from the cold
water bottle.
FOUR DAYS LATER
When explaining the ravages of
his sickness to an audience of willing listeners, Looie gave all credit
to "Doctor" Watters for saving
him from possible death by pneumonia. The "Doctor," however, insisted that it was Looie's wonderful
nature that made his work a success.
As giant tongues of flame dart
skyward, forming a vivid contrast
against the deep purple of the star
spangled heavens, and huge clouds
of smoke billowed slowly away
momentarily blotting out the sidereal lights, hundreds of excited people pushed, jostled, and milled in
Canal and Hudson Sts. for a better
position from which to view the
burning hotel.
Rumor, which was alomst correct, has it that all the occupants
had been conducted to the street
level through the timely and systematic efforts of the well trained
employees. But the rumor is not
correct; it is almost correct.
"Help!"
The babylonish confusion is momentarily stilled as all eyes turn
toward the eighth floor corner,
whence comes this startling cry.
"Help!" Again the same shrieking cry rings out.
A head—the head of a fair haired
woman can be seen.
Again in a voice fraught with
terror the woman crys for assistance.
What to do? What to do?
What does an unorganized, panic
stricken mob do in such an exigency? Why, shout advice, bellow
for the police, curse his neighbor's
stupidness, demand that their brethren keep their too-long tongues
within their ivory heads and push,
shove, and become more frenzied,
of course.
In such emergencies our much
sung heroes arise from out of the
millions.
A man—a tall, lithe, well dressed
man, whose air of latent authority
commanded the respect of his fellow beings, made his undisputed
passage through the rapidly increasing throng. Reaching the corner,
be with a few words spoken in a
low, firm tone, effected an opening
the size of a prize ring that he
might carry out the rescue.
(Continued on Page 3)
Thrilling Rescue As Seen By "Pest' Reporter
AN APPRECIATION—LEO J. LUCIER
By an Admirer
St. Ambrose College owes a vote
of thanks to one of its most ardent
and enthusiastic followers, Mr. Leo
J. Lucier. For the past eight years
his name has been linked with the
institution (and not always in
scandal). He studied (??) there,
wrote wonderful newspaper articles
for the school, played on all their
athletic teams (what d'ya mean
"on"?) and if he doesn't get out
soon, he'll probably die there.
Mr. Lucier's ways are inexplain-
able. Some say it's his smile; others say it's a drag; but he himself,
boldly admits it is because he can
talk fast. Of the 63,472 individuals known as Alumni, not one had
his ability at sliding through classes.
He has some wondreful plans
which he would like to inculcate
in the school's curriculum. He
would combine a girls' school with
our College, making St. Ambrose
a co-ed institution. He would like
a co-ed institution. He would build
atheltic teams that would outscore
such second class teams as: Notre
Dame, Iowa, and Yale. He would
publish a daily newspaper and edit
it himself. He would undoubtedly
start a course in Chiropractic. But,
folks, come out of the clouds; these
are only Lucier's ideas; and like
most ideas, count for nought.
Did you ever see our hero in a
football suit? Really, he looks very
cute. Last fall he was a great
help to the Varsity; so through this
column I wish to thank him in behalf of the team.
It is useless to go further. You
now realize what a necessity he is
to our institution. What bread is
to butter, what Jake is to Alice, so,
my friends, Leo J. is to St. Ambrose. May he kid the public as
long as he has kidded us. Lives of
great men all remind us.
PALS
(Picture) on Page No. 8. (Note:
Looie is the taller of the two.)
Everybody knows of the affection
existing between a "real" boy and
his dog, and it is so unusual to find
a "real" boy enamoured with a
common farm animal that we take
this occasion to inform you that
such a case exists here on our own
Campus—that is one half of it exists here while the other half is
the property of the milkman and
exists somewhere near here; so
near in fact that our staff photographer was able, by means of impersonation in disguise, to "snap"
them as they stood utterly oblivious
to the beauty of nature wrapped
in the ecstacy of single thought.
"But everyone to his own taste,"
said the old man as he kissed the
cow.
BARNUM WAS RIGHT
(Continued from Page 1)
sistants, Lew and Pfieffer, and the
raving Looie was strapped in bed.
In order to check the spread of
fever, Dr. Watters knew he must
take the necessary precautions. So
onto the fairy skin of Looie's back
he applied portions of red-hot cap-
soline. Then a hot water bottle
filled with cold water was placed
on the patients' back. (This was
done to counteract the possibilities
of Looie catching on fire.) Hot irons
were placed at his feet so that he
would not get a chill from the cold
water bottle.
FOUR DAYS LATER
When explaining the ravages of
his sickness to an audience of willing listeners, Looie gave all credit
to "Doctor" Watters for saving
him from possible death by pneumonia. The "Doctor," however, insisted that it was Looie's wonderful
nature that made his work a success.
As giant tongues of flame dart
skyward, forming a vivid contrast
against the deep purple of the star
spangled heavens, and huge clouds
of smoke billowed slowly away
momentarily blotting out the sidereal lights, hundreds of excited people pushed, jostled, and milled in
Canal and Hudson Sts. for a better
position from which to view the
burning hotel.
Rumor, which was alomst correct, has it that all the occupants
had been conducted to the street
level through the timely and systematic efforts of the well trained
employees. But the rumor is not
correct; it is almost correct.
"Help!"
The babylonish confusion is momentarily stilled as all eyes turn
toward the eighth floor corner,
whence comes this startling cry.
"Help!" Again the same shrieking cry rings out.
A head—the head of a fair haired
woman can be seen.
Again in a voice fraught with
terror the woman crys for assistance.
What to do? What to do?
What does an unorganized, panic
stricken mob do in such an exigency? Why, shout advice, bellow
for the police, curse his neighbor's
stupidness, demand that their brethren keep their too-long tongues
within their ivory heads and push,
shove, and become more frenzied,
of course.
In such emergencies our much
sung heroes arise from out of the
millions.
A man—a tall, lithe, well dressed
man, whose air of latent authority
commanded the respect of his fellow beings, made his undisputed
passage through the rapidly increasing throng. Reaching the corner,
be with a few words spoken in a
low, firm tone, effected an opening
the size of a prize ring that he
might carry out the rescue.
(Continued on Page 3)
Date
1923
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
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