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Choose the article you wish to read:

      1. The Columban - articles from the Christmas 1952 and Summer 1953 editions
        • The Diary of the Term (Christmas 1952)
        • A short history of St Columba's
        • Dryburgh Abbey
        • The late Archbishop Hughes
        • Sandy
        • Father Superior
        Diary of the Term (Summer 1953 - including the Coronation)
        • The College grounds

      2. Wembley Day
      3. Walking In The Meon Valley — maps included
      4. St Columba's Report
      5. McGonagle Arrives At St Boswell's (superbly imitated)
      6. Old Boys' Corner

THE COLUMBAN - Christmas 1952 and Summer 1953 editions
lent to us by Anthony McCaffrey



The students at St Columba's had their own magazine called "The Columban" up until Christmas 1954, after which they contributed to The Pelican—which became the joint magazine for St Columba's and The Priory. (Previously, Priory students' own magazine was "The Priorian", of course).

The Columban was type-written and then photocopied by D P Selfe & Co in Eastleigh, Hampshire. Both editions that Tony lent me are buff coloured but I am not sure whether the paper used was origianlly white—so you may find my scan (left) a little unfamiliar . . .

I have created a 'Contents' page of my own for each edition, as follows, and below these you will find some of the articles reproduced.

Christmas 1952 Contents:
• Editorial
• Christmas — a poem by John Meek
The Diary of the term
A Short History of St Columba's by James Youdale & Patrick Cassidy
Dryburgh Abbey by Christopher McGuire
• The Infant Jesus — a poem by by Patrick Rice
• Autumn in the Air by Paul Geraghty
• The meaning of Christmas by Terence Pettit

• The Late Archbishop Hughes by Manus McGuire and Michael Goodstadt
• "Sandy" by Bernard Hughes
• Uellean bagpipes by Gerard O'Byrne
• Lwangan House Notes by Anthony Hansen
• Kizitan House Notes by David Sole
• Mukasan House Notes by Francis Fairney

• Kiwanukan House Notes by Francus Mackin
• Second Form Class Notes by Clement Gallagher
• First Form Class Notes by Anthony McCaffrey
• The thoughts of a Seminarist by Francis Walsh (Father Walsh ?)
• Crosword

Summer 1953
Contents:
• Editorial
• Father Superior by The Students
The Diary of the term
• Lwangan House Notes by Clement Gallagher
• Kizitan House Notes by Christopher McGuire
• Kiwanukan House Notes by John Lilley
• Mukasan House Notes by George Smith
The New Light of the Scottish Borders by Michael Goodstadt
"A Sand Storm" by John Corcoran
• The Story of a Match by John Lyden
• The College Grounds by Peter Jackson
• A Priest's Thoughts — a poem by John O'Donnell

• The Life of St Paul, the first Hermit by Desmond Boyle
• The Lake District by Patrick Cassidy
• Crystal Palace by John Pi ke
• The Robin and the W ren by John Tierney
• The Ostrich by Bernard Hughes
• The Bee Hive by James Youdale
• "The Golden Sword" — a poem by Francis Walsh (later, Bishop Walsh ?)
• Class Notes (2nd Form) by John Smith
• Class Notes (1st Form) by Robin Griffin
• Sports Quiz

• Geography Quiz

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THE DIARY OF THE TERM
by John Lilley
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Christmas 1952

September 10th
On this day, we returned to the College after our Summer holidays. We spent this day and the next making acquaintance with the many new boys.

September l2th
Today, we had an introductory retreat consisting of talks given by four of the fathers. This helped to put us in the right frame of mind with which to begin our studies on the next day.

September 25th
We were privileged to receive a visit from the British Provincial—The Very Reverend Father Howell. After giving us a short talk full of encouragement he had to leave us but he did not forget to give us the rest of the day off.

October 1st
This was a memorable occasion, for the Captain and the Prefects were chosen on this day.

October 3rd
Since this is the feast of St.Theresa, patroness of the missions we were granted a holiday.

October 20th
We began our annual retreat; and this year we were privileged to have as director of the retreat Father Stanley, a veteran missionary from Tanganyika. The inspiring talks that he gave us will surely be productive of much good during the course of the year.

November 10th

We were especially honoured to have with us today, three Provincials, our own and those of Canada and America.

November 15th
The first team won a resounding victory by defeating the village team 5—0.

December 1st
We celebrated in a fitting manner the feast of St. Andrew firstly because he is the Patron of Scotland and secondly, because he is the patron saint of Father Superior. We began the day with Solemn High Mass and a concert in the evening brought the day's festivities to an end.

December 8th
In accordance with the traditions of the Society, we gave to this day, the feast of the Immaculate Conception, under which title, Our Lady is the patroness of this missionary oongregation, the fullest possible solemnity. At High Mass and Benediction, the choir excelled themselves in the singing of the motets which they had prepared for the occasion.

December 9th
We were privileged to have amongst us today His Lordship Bishop Walsh W F of Aberdeen. We all owe a great deal to Bishop Walsh since he is the founder of St.Columba's.

The end of the term is now in sight ; next week we begin our examinations which we intend to do well as a preparation for Christmas. In conclusion, we wish all our readers all the blessings of the Holy Season and trust that they will return from their holidays fortified and ready for another term of hard work

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A SHORT HISTORY of ST. COLUMBA'S
by James Youdale and Patrick Cassidy
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Christmas 1952

To Father Walsh (now Bishop Walsh of Aberdeen) and Father Drost was given the task of making the first foundation of the White Fathers in Scotland; a site had to be secured, plans had to be drawn up and a college had to be erected. In due time this was done and 1936 saw the result of their efforts, for in that year St Columba's College was ready for occupation.

The first fathers to take up residence in the College were: Fathers Marchant and Taylor; for a time, they lived in what is now the students' recreation room but which was, in those days, a chapel, refectory and living quarters combined. On the third of September 1936, the first Mass was celebrated. On September 14, the first student arrived and he was followed by ten more on the 25th of the same month.

The house was officially opened and blessed by His Lordship Bishop Roy of
Bangweulu on November lst 1936. The Superior General of the Society visited it on April 13th 1937. Until 1939, the Superior of the College was the founder, Father Walsh, as he then was; however, as he had other important work to do the Superiors of the Society decided to release him from this charge and he was replaced by Father Stanley.

During the war years, the house beside being a Junior Seminary also became a house of Philosophy; and in September 1940, the college chapel was the scene of an ordination, when the Tonsure was conferred on the Philosophers. Incidentally, some of the fathers now on the staff here were included in that ordination.

In 1943 the Junior Seminarists were transferred elsewhere and the college was reserved for the Philosophers only. From 1945 to 1946, it served as a Noviciate; and from 1946 to 1948, it became again a house of Philosophy. In 1948 it reverted to its original purpose, that of serving as a Junior Seminary. The staff appointed for the house was as follows: Father Murphy (Superior), Father Boyd, Father Houlihan and Brother David; they are still with us except for Father Houlihan, who is now working on the missions.

Since then, St. Columba's has gone from strength to strength; it now has a lovely new chapel and at present another storey is being added to the original building. It now houses three times as many students as it did in 1936. We might add, too, that it serves as the Propaganda Centre for the whole of Scotland. The College therefore has a glorious history behind it; and we pray God to bless in the future as He has done so abundantly in the past.


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DRYBURGH ABBEY
by Christopher McGuire
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Christmas 1952

In the picturesque borders of Scotland, lying in the wooded valley of the River Tweed, stand the remains of the ancient abbey of Dryburgh. Until the so-called "Reformation"', it was the home of the Premonstratentions in Scotland.

History has it that this abbey was founded about the middle of the twelfth century by Hugo de Morville who brought a congregation of monks with him from England. After it had been completed it was dedicated to Our Blessed Lady. In 1322, it was burnt down by Edward I I when he was retreating from Scotland but it was rebuilt two years later at the behest of Robert the Bruce. From now on until the religious changes of the sixteenth century the monks were left in peace to devote their lives to the worship of God and to promote the good of the community by ministering to their needs both spiritual and temporal.

It did not escape the grasping hands of the reformers. The monks were driven away, its treasures were looted and its lands given to greedy nobles.

The abbey was, in fact given to the Earl of Mar by James VI I . Today, not very much of it remains, but what does gives one an idea of its magnificence when it was intact. Of the Church, only the western gable and a part of the choir are left. Most of the refectory still stands. It is said that the remains of James Stuart lie under the high altar. Also within the precincts of the abbey are the tombs of Sir Walter Scott and Earl Haig.

Surely, it is a remarkable coincidence to say the least that today there stands in the grounds of this monastery another religious foundation of the Church which was once proscribed. What can this be but a sign that the Church can never be destroyed; and who knows but that one day the monks may return to Dryburgh?

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THE LATE ARCHBISHOP HUGHES

by Manus McGuire and Michael Goodstadt
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Christmas 1952

Arthur Hughes was born on the 31st August in London of an Irish mother and a Welsh father. At the age of 16 he felt that he had a missionary vocation and in 1919 he entered the Junior Seminary of the White Fathers at Bishop's Waltham.

He soon won the affection of all those with whom he came into contact. He was small, shy and cheerful, and possessed a strikingly handsome countenance. Even as a boy, he was soon noted for his spirit of generosity and his self-sacrifice. There are many stories about him which illustrate this but perhaps the best is the following: one day, brother by mistake put paraffin into the salad instead of olive oil. Naturally enough, all the fathers and students pushed their plates away in disgust., When they tasted the paraffin; not so, Arthur Hughes: he continued to eat the salad with apparent relish.

He was an excellent student, mastering Latin and French in a very short time. So great was his command of these languages that he punned in them. Coupled with this was an absent-minded-ness which earned for him the nickname of "Professor."

In 1921, he began his studies of philosophy, completing them in Brittany the following year. In common with other White Fathers, he then went to Algiers to do his noviciate; and from here he proceeded to Carthage to do a four years' course of Theology. In 1927, he received the reward of his labour, when he was ordained priest in the Cathedral of Carthage.

After his ordination he taught for a short spell at the Priory. Later, he was appointed to the Parish of Heston in the diocese of Westminster. In this work, he was outstandingly successful; by his wonderful eloquence, by the charm of his personality and by his own holiness of life, he did grand work for the Church.

Eventually he obtained his most cherished wish when he was appointed to the missions of Central Africa. As we only intend to deal with the first part of the life of Archbishop Hughes, this brief survey of it must end here. Let us suffice to say that his talents came to the notice of the Holy See; not long after a successful mission to the court of tho Emperor of Abyssinia, he was consecrated Archbishop of Apro and Apostolic Internuncio to the Egyptian Court. His career in Egypt was cut short by his untimely death but during his brief stay there, he did untold good. He must now be enjoying the rewards of his labours in Heaven.

May he rest in peace.

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SANDY
by Bernard Hughes
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Christmas 1952

When we arrived here in the month of September 1951, we met Sandy for the first time; it was a sunny day and he was lazing around the steps leading up to the front door, This was to become a familiar sight, for as he grew older, he loved to do nothing better when the weather was warm.

He seemed to be a cross between a terrier and something else, but just what it was impossible to say. Sandy's pedigree was always a very disputed point. His coat was a light brown colour; hence his name. He was slender and strong with fairly long legs which could carry him at a good speed.

It seemed that shortly before our arrival Sandy had an argument with two kittens. In the battle royal which ensued, Sandy did not escape unscathed; he received a nasty scratch in the eye as a result of which he gradually went blind in that eye.

His favourite sport was hunting rabbits. On holidays we used to take him down the valley with us; if he ever smelt a rabbit on these expeditions then he was off like a shot and would not return to us until either he had caught the rabbit or it had escaped. Of course, the rabbits which he chased did often escape for he was greatly handicapped by his blind eye.

That he was a good watch-dog, there can be no doubt. If a stranger approached, he would bark away for all he was worth; but being gentle by nature his bark was worse than his bite.

He was well liked by all the boys, so that when his end came, as it did rather suddenly, he was sadly missed by everyone. One day when we were going out for a walk we saw the vet arriving. When we returned we learned that Sandy had had a fit, from which, the vet said, he would not recover. He was put out of his agony painlessly and was buried at the corner of a quiet field.

So passed Sandy, a good dog who had won the affection of all of us.

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FATHER SUPERIOR
by The Students
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Summer 1953

Father Superior has at long last received his appointment to the missions. While we are sorry to see him go, we rejoice with him that he has received, at long last, what he has wanted so much and waited for so long.

We feel that we ought not to let him go without putting on record what he has done for St Columba's and the students; and without expressing our gratitude to him.

While Father Murphy has been the Superior here, he has brought about many changes. The most important one is the lovely chapel of which we are so proud. In addition to this, a tower and a new storey have been added to the original college building.
Nor has the exterior of the college been neglected, for thanks to the inspiration of Father Superior, lawns, a drive, a road and a playing-field have been made.

His devotion to us is well known; he has ever been a source of encouragement to us. Now that he is leaving us, the least that we can do is to thank him for all that he has done for us, and to pray that his efforts in the mission-fields will be crowned with the same success as they have been at St. Columba's.

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DIARY OF THE TERM
by John Lilley
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Summer 1953

January 16th
This marked the date of our return to St.Columba's. Everyone looked very fit and well as a result of the Christmas holidays.

January 24th
On this day, the parish of Galashiels celebrated the centenary of its foundation. The whole community assisted at the Solemn High Mass at which our choir sang.

February 17th
Since this was the last day before Lent we were granted a holiday. The highlight of the day was the football match with the Scholasticate in the afternoon. We were beaten seven nil, but we enjoyed it in spite of our defeat.

March 16th
We were honoured today by a visit from His Grace, Archbishop Bronsveldt, Archbishop of Tabora. He granted us a holiday which we received on the next day.

March 19th
The feast of St Joseph. In the afternoon, we went to the Scholasticate for a return match with the scholastics. We had a more favourable result this time, for we managed to hold them to draw: 2-2.

April 5th
Easter Sunday. During Holy Week, we had all the magnificent ceremonies of the Church for this period, carrying them out to the best of our ability; the climax came with the ceremony of the Paschal Vigil, at which we had a good congregation. We now look forward to the week's holiday which lies ahead of us.

May 30th
Father Superior took us to Edinburgh to attend the Catholic Youth Rally in honour of the Coronation. We also used the occasion to visit the places of interest in the city.

June 2nd
Coronation Day
, to which the whole country has been looking forward. Bad as the weather was, it did not stop our festivities and especially our prayers for the Queen. We were invited to take part in the village sports in which we won many prizes. We had three entries in the fancy dress parade in the evening, each of which received a prize; two firsts and a second. Most of the surrounding hills had bonfires on them, and we had one of our own.

June 4th
The feast of Corpus Christi. We took part in the procession at Galashiels. We had our own procession on the following Sunday; many of the parishioners from Galashiels came to take part in it.

June I l th
Ordination Day. Today we went to assist at the ordinations to the priesthood of the twenty deacons from Monteviot. It was an inspiring and wonderful ceremony and made us look forward to our own ordinations. For us, as well as for the young priests, it marks the climax of the year.

In a short time, we shall be going home for our holidays. It has been a happy year and we thank God for it.

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THE COLLEGE GROUNDS
by Peter Jackson
Taken from THE COLUMBAN
- Summer 1953

At the beginning of the Summer, Father Superior asked for volunteers to help him in the work of improving the lay-out of the grounds. Fortunately, most of the interior work has been finished (for the time being), and so we are now able to concentrate on the outdoor work.

Some of the things which we began last Summer have now been completed, principally the drains on the new playing field. The piece of ground above the playing field has been ploughed, harrowed and sown: this will make a very big improvement to the grounds when the grass comes up.

The stone wall above the orchard has boon removed so that the kitchen garden could be enlarged. This was necessary in view of the fact that there will be more students here next year. Behind the cemetery, the ground has been levelled and many flowers have been planted there.

A new lawn is being made alongside the cloister and chapel. At present we are engaged in taking the top-soil from this area and transporting it to the other side of the road opposite the refectory where another lawn is being laid down.

The garden behind the propagandists' quarters now looks very pretty; the grass sown there last year and the flowers planted there this year have succeeded very well.

The work goes on; much has been achieved, and St.Columba's College looks the better for it. Much more still remains to be done; but if all apply themselves in the future as they have done in the past, it will be completed sooner than we imagine.

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WEMBLEY DAY

by John Corcoran

Taken from The Pelican - Summer 1956, lent by Anthony McCaffrey


Faces in the Priory refectory are always happy-looking, but on Saturday, 21st April, 1956, they seemed even more so to the experienced observer. The reason for this phenomenon was not, as may be supposed, because the Priory barber had resigned or because the Latin professor had fallen a prey to sleeping-sickness, but because this was "the Day"—Wembley Day.

To-day patriotism was to come to the fore since the Scottish schoolboys were playing the English schoolboys, and Mars Bars were to be staked. As one despairing Priorian was heard to remark as the game reached its final stages, "A goal, a goal, a Mars Bar for a goal!"

On the stroke of nine the buses cruised down Priory Hill and onto the main road—the road to Wembley. In the bus things were much quieter than they had been in the refectory (due perhaps to deep reflection on the part of hasty gamblers) as we made our way through the beautiful Hampshire countryside. After some hours of travel our stomachs began to tell us that dinner hour was near and we came to a halt by Old Father Thames in a dignified place called Runnymede. Full justice was done to our lunch but not perhaps to the beauty of the spot so rich in British history for we were impatient to be on our way. This time the stream of traffic was thickening, the coaches more numerous with their loads of boys, some of whom pressed their noses against the windows as we passed and made rude faces. And then suddenly topping a rise we saw the splendid Stadium in the distance, but only for an instant as we immediately dipped to a lower level.

The excitement apparent at breakfast had nothing in common with that which was now so clearly visible on Priory faces. Prophecies as to the slaughter to come now began to flow fast and fluent and almost before we realised it the coach was in the Car Park. The coaches were emptied in a twinkling of an eye and only pausing to procure rosettes, the Priorians joined the noisy bustling throng making its way into the Stadium. The noise of the screaming youngsters was deafening and every now and then a group of little boys would pass shouting in high-pitched voices such slogans as "Good old England" and "England for ever". If there were any supporters in favour of Scotland their battle cries failed to reach the ears of the Scottish Priorians who, strange though it may seem, felt a trifle lonely in the huge crowd.

Eventually, bruised and battered, we entered the Stadium and looked on the glorious Wembley turf. It has been described before as a "beautiful green carpet" and on this occasion no other description could have done it justice. We were among the early arrivals and were able as a result to witness the amazing feats of skill given by the Army P.T. group. Their display as compared with that produced by Priorians in P.T. exercises made the latter look like old-age pensioners afflicted with polio. Enjoyable and interesting as these displays were, however, everyone was clearly enxious for the game to commence. When.both sides took the field they were greeted not by a roar but an intermingled chorus of shouts and screams which would be better defined as a noise.

Both teams were displaying an equal amount of bulk and brawn and as far as such things went it could be anyone's game. The ball was kicked off and almost immediately the English forwards gliding through the Scottish defence placed the ball in the net with such mathematical precision that the hearts of the Scots sank to the toes of their boots. But as Shakespeare said, "True hope is swift and flies with swallows' wings; Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures, Kings." Perhaps it had something to do with the goal Scotland scored before halftime, for when the teams re-emerged the 'noise' which,greeted them was much louder than on the previous occasion. The 'noise,' however, gradually decreased as Scotland plainly gained the upper hand and finally scored another goal to win the game.

The high spirits witnesssed in the crowd before the game were now no longer visible as we made our way towards the Car Park. Celebrations of a sort were held by the Priory Scots and the sound of many hoarse voices was raised in an unmelodious chorus as we sped homewards. The hasty gamblers sat in obscure corners, silent, having visions of Mars Bars swiftly disappearing down throats not their own. Arguments and heated discussions played their inevitable role and in an almost unbelievably short space of time the Priory loomed on the horizon.

Wembley Day was over for another year, but it is a memory to be held onto until the next occasion dissipates the dreaming in the past and gives way to anticipation for the future.


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WALKING IN THE MEON VALLEY
by Richard Calcutt
Taken from The Pelican - Summer 1956, lent by Anthony McCaffrey



In past numbers of The Pelican the main emphasis when speaking of life at The Priory has been given either to work or that haven of rest, Galleydown. Tnis year has however seen a remarkable interest in walking, due no doubt to te bad weather and to the novelty of that form of recreation.

Strange as it may seem, little or nothing has ever been said about the picturesque and indeed interesting countryside we at Bishop's Waltham are fortunate to be surrounded by. Most walking expeditions from The Priory lead first of all to the old-world villages of Corhampton and Meonstoke, where can be seen Saxon churches, unique of their kind.

Here the rambler will provide himself with liquid refreshment for the next stage of his journey. There are three roads available.

That to East Meon, and that to Droxford dispute the field with a Northbound one that leads to nowhere. The first two named constitute a promenade along the Meon Valley which stretches for many miles through very beautiful countryside.

The road to Droxford is long, yet to the lover of nature only too short. Running parallel to the road is the River Meon which is well known round these parts for fishing.

The main interest of Droxford with its delightful Norman ("the Domesday") Church is the village's connection with that great author and thinker, Izaac Walton, who spent much of his spare time fishing in the,Meon—"a silent silver stream." It was here that he received the inspiration for his book, "The Compleat Angler."

If the Western road from Corhampton is taken, the rambler will include in his walk no less interesting countryside. The Meon, still running parallel to the road, affords a delightful companion on the journey to West Meon. On the way one passes by the old villages of Exton and Warnford. West.Meon itself is of no particular beauty but if one's strength allows it, the village of East Meon is well worth a visit. It is a village remote and, unspoilt, set in lovely scenery. There are high downs all around with the exception of the North West through which tha waters of the Meon flow.

From Corhampton there is however a third road which takes the traveller through the really old parts of Hampshire. On all sides the lovely old lane is surrounded by high hills which all have some historical connection with the past. The highest of these is Old Winchester Hill where on the summit can still be seen the remains of a British camp. The lane however takes one on a detour of many miles, so it is advisable to return the same way as one came.

Hampshire is with few exceptions a county full of beauties, natural and of man's making; a county which is always worth a visit. It is to be hoped that now the outer crust has been pierced by the Students of the Priory in their quest of pleasure and knowledge, they will not allow their interest to dwindle, and the history of Hampshire to remain for them a closed book.

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ST COLUMBAS REPORT

Author Unknown
Taken from The Pelican - Summer 1956, lent by Anthony McCaffrey


The reader who turns to these pages expecting to find tales of high renown and noble deeds, is, alas, doomed to disappointment. Though the term has been a very lively one, there have been few happenings out of the ordinary, and thus worthy of publication; this due to a variety of causes.

The digging of drains, and the laying of topsoil on the sports field has necessarily curtailed much of the sport which is always a feature of the summer term. Football has been confined to house matches and various forms of inter-nationals, played on the slope; though both the First XI. and the Titches XI have had games on the village ground. The prolonged drought made the river shallow and very dirty, so that, apart from a few dips at the beginning of the term, there has been no swimming. Cricket, of course, has been out of the question, apart from "Knock-abouts". However, we hope that in future we shall be able to make up for lost time on our brave new field.

The lack of facilities for some games has resulted in more attention being paid to others. Table-tennis had many devotees during the cold weather, while basket-ball has become an established favourite. The fact of having teams in the neighbourhood with whom to play has added keenness to the game, while, in the almost total absence of football, it has formed the staple inter-House game.

As it may not be possible, this term, to have organised sports as in days of yore, owing to the state of the filed, these are being replaced by tournaments—five-a-side, basket-ball etc.— which are, at the moment of going to press, being fought out with great tenacity.

As there are now only two classes, there is no longer the inter-class competition, once so prominent a feature of both The Priory and St Columba's. Instead, more vigour seems to have been infused into the House competition; and this has been further intensified by the fact that the Houses are now in separate dormitories, and have their House badges. Another pleasing innovation has been the House outing, of which more in its own place.

At the moment of going to press, we have been saddened by the news of the sudden death of Doctor Glover. All who have passed through St Columba's, during the whole course of its history, will remember him with pleasure and gratitude, as a man of great cheerfulness and devotedness; and will, we are sure, feel a sense of loss. It was fitting that St Columba's and Monteviot should be well represented, both outside the church and at the graveside.


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McGONAGLE ARRIVES AT ST BOSWELLS
by Anonagle Form I I
Taken from The Pelican - Summer 1956, lent by Anthony McCaffrey

Twas on the fourth of September in nineteen fifty-five
That I by the four-fifteen train at St Boswells did arrive;
And walked with my suitcases up to the college
Where I hoped to acquire a great store of knowledge.
And when I got up to the top of the hill,
I put down my suitcases and for a moment stood still.
0 what a wonderful scene there met my eyes;
It was enough to make me gasp with surprise.
Not a single factory or gasworks could be seen,
But all around were fields and hills, all fresh and green.
Not far off was the hill of Bemersyde
Where Earl Haig, the famous general used to reside.
And Eildon Hall, seat of the Duke of BuccleuchI—
It is indeed a most wonderful view.
And at the foot of the hill flows the River Tweed,
Which is 'a beautiful river indeed.
I thought, this countryside is so pretty,
That I will not be homesick for Glasgow's fair city.
I felt very happy at the view I did see,
So I went into the college to have my tea.
Some of the boys were sad, and crying for their mothers,
So I had my own share, as well as several others.
Soon I went to bed, resolved to work and acquire wisdom and prudence,
Along with the rest of my fellow-students.


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OLD BOYS' CORNERFrae the Airts An' Pairts
by Anonagle Form I I
Taken from The Pelican - Summer 1956, lent by Anthony McCaffrey

Since the last issue of This Paper we have received little news of our old boys, and would welcome more.

We have however the sorrow of announcing the death on active service in Cyprus of Joseph McManus who was serving with the RAF. after finishing with credit in 1954 his course at The Priory.

Joseph was well-liked by his fellow students and had kept faithfully in touch with one or -other of them since his departure. His loss is felt by us all, and we expressed our sympathy in the best possible way by joining in prayer at a Requiem Mass as soon as the news reached us that he had met his death. May he rest in peace.

Charles Mansfield who was with us until the war years when he left North Africa to pursue a lay career has sent us news of his fortunes. He would appear to be not only a main prop of the business which benefits by his organising ability . . . a London firm of repute where the mere mention of "Mr Mansfield" opens doors and summons bowing flunkeys from loft to basement . . . where incidentally Mr M. presides in his own department. He writes: "Married the best girl in the world ... four little children . . . more work when I get home; peace when they go to bed . . . P.P. asked me to be Master of Ceremonies in the Church and has regretted it ever since." So if we may pass judgment on Mr Mansfield we would conclude to a continued high level of versatility. We look forward to an invasion of The Priory by the family.

We were very happy to see back among us Mr Peter Ford who graced these premises from 1922-'27, when he came South on holiday.

News has reached us that Martin Hickey (1950-'52) is now working in Eire as a garage salesman, and that Patrick O'Neil (1946-'53) has applied for entryto St Mary's Training College for teachers, Strawberry Hill.

To these and to all our "old boys" we send greetings and good wishes and exhort them to avail themselves of our columns to show us they are enjoying life, making their way in life with credit, and not forgetting all the literary tricks they picked up while here. It is not a question of their finding a topic that would interest us. Anything they care to write about concerning their life at present or their experiences in the past will be most welcome and will provide a happy substitute for these notes in the third person.

  Addresses
Charles Mansfield 18 Colenso Road, Seven Kings, Ilford
Peter Ford 8 Sherwood Close, Salford 5
Michael Ryan 8 Swiss Road, Elm Park, Liverpool 6
Martin Hickey Culban, Millstreet, Co. Cork
Patrick O'Neill 52 West Glebe Road, Corby, Northants

 

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