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But as a matter of fact we have not the same investment "temptations" that other priests have. If we ever feel like "getting rich quick" to pay off a debt with a profitable looking investment that some "high-power" salesman is trying to force on us, we get a whole lot of "efficacious grace" from our Constitu- tions and Normae and Articles of Incoporation, not to speak of Canon Law. With our Society, the investment of funds is not left to any one individual. There is always a Council to vote on each investment and we are obliged to get the best expert advice available. Then we are allowed to invest only in such high-grade securities as are usually recommended for trust funds. Even with all this red tape, we may make a mistake, of course, but it will never be a very serious one. So far, thank God, we have come through the present depression without a single loss. Just now we hold 274 Annuity Contracts. A large number of these were given us by priests who want Masses said for them when they die. Some stipulate that the Interest be used for Masses for the first year or two after their death, others that a definite sum be taken from the principal for that purpose. They know this is their safest plan. There will be no deductions for taxes or legal expenses. Father, I would like to interest you in our Annuity Plan and I will be glad to send you privately the details of our financial standing. If there's a promising boy or two in your parish whom you tliink would make good missionaries, ask them to write me and if you send us an annuity or a donation we will be doubly grateful. 'r "5 ' ' K '‘ mi. -bi W' •r,. "'il: ’• , .“- 'V ' 4> l f.T , •;i»:'*» ' C' 4’^' •' *u-< !'.„ »4m t.'' r" :M'C f ' 68 -^ f E:-“!. -r vl ' ^ • ' ^ . C - „ . « ' . :•*' ,:_; ' ' "j tii'^ m Sr:K %q;"'- '' .T- . '" • PL. ^ 5 ' -^'a i-:- *0«: - «.:• ' X' •'" £ ' %/ 'c„.'--fe3':'.'^r- c-^ 'rr: ‘ "• " ' ' S5 ., ' • 'O •’*^.' 't- • - •* ' ’ 'fr^j ' 't: "'K . J‘”'''':Y^ ,C t7 W IJ.a -i/ O ,\- ‘i*.' .r; <5^^ , ^ 'ki ' . W ' V ^r?s ' - ii rflP’w' *•" >' ‘^^:6; -1 'O ***< r • '.K J'.i ^r §*%' ;; IV‘-* •b t : Y t:r V- f. r Tm C- 'T' X' 1 -' '.'»is .5, ':r '•’' > q: y. ^ Xi, T* ffj *1D' S'V' u .^ , ’ - * ‘-1 <& . Yu ’ »• " c; •' P ‘C C: i’T 'q' - • ’, t i ii1 Our Lady’s Shrine in the main corridor, St. Columbans Preparatory Seminary, Silver Creek, N. Y. [ Page One ] The Chapel at St. Columban’s Seminary, St. Columbans, Nebraska. ^he Society ofSt. Qolumban N the morning of December 3, 1917, the Feast of St. Francis Xavier by the way, two young priests stood on the steps of the Archbishop’s house on Madison Avenue, New York, and inquired if the Cardinal wasirat home. Yes, but he was busy for the moment. Father Qalvin, who was himself to become a bishop ten years later, and better known as the founder of a missionary society, now famil- iarly called ”St. Columbans,” had come to what he referred to as the "kick-olF in an important game.” "It was with fear and trembling, I must confess,” he wrote in a letter to a friend, "that I mounted the steps and rang the Cardinal’s bell.” I always recall this letter with a good deal of consolation, for the feeling is quite a normal one with myself not only when I have to ring a Cardinal’s [ Page Two ] bell, which I rarely get a chance to do, but even when I ring the bell in a parish house. In a room of ''cardinal red/’ they spent the time as men in similiar circumstances usually spend it "thinking out pretty little speeches and putting their thoughts in order/’ all of which subsequently evaporate. There are always paintings to be admired in a Cardinal’s reception room, and in this one there were portraits of those great Archbishops with whose names the Archdiocese of New York is linked in history. The Cardinal s secretary looked in once to ask their names and business, and then a sec- ond time to say the Cardinal would be down in a moment. "Hughes and Corrigan and all the other great men were forgotten in a moment and Cardinal Farley became the man of the hour.” Then he suddenly ap- peared in the doorway. "There was no room for formal speeches, for the Cardinal was delightfully informal.” He made them feel "entirely at home and in the home of a friend.” Yes, he had heard of this new missionary movement in Ireland and he was glad of it; pity it had not started fifty years before, but even now it was not too late. It seemed indeed providential. Father Galvin outlined the story and the Cardinal listened. "Yes, it is wonderful,” he said, "but Ireland has never turned a deaf ear to an appeal made in such a cause. He gave them a letter authorizing them to collect funds in the Arch- diocese, and next morning the mail brought a personal check from His Eminence. A new missionary movement was launched in the United States. ^ ^ ^ ^ S IX years before^ Father Galvin knew Manhattan; he knew Brooklyn better, for the first years of his priesthood were spent there at Holy Rosary Church. In those six years many interesting things had happened in his life and other lives now associated with him. For one thing he had felt that strange imperative impulse we call a missionary vocation and which few can understand who have not felt its urgent insistence. It casts cau- tion and human prudence to the winds, tramples on ties that are nearest and dearest and goes out over the dark places of the earth to bring souls into touch with the Infinite Source of Light and Life. For four years, from 1912 to 1916, he worked as a missionary in China. He saw there paganism and the fruit of sin in all its dark horror, and the [ Page Three ] [ Page Four } St. Columban’s Seminary, St. Columbans, Nebraska, the Major Seminary of the Society of St. Columban in the United States. sight saddened him, as it has saddened many another heart before and since. He saw how the missionaries of France were recalled from their missions to become soldiers. He knew that many of them would never return. And as he saw the utter spiritual helplessness of Qiina with all its cruel fearsome superstitions, his thoughts turned to other lands where the Faith was strong and fervent and where men, many of them at least, loved God; to Ireland, where he was born, and to America, where he had lived and worked. In these countries there was a strong, virile Faith. Ireland had a missionary history unparalleled; in America the idea of foreign mis- sions had scarcely begun to stir abroad, but Father Galvin had vision enough to grasp its possibilities. He began his campaign. He wrote for the Irish Catholic and he wrote for the students of Maynooth. His letters were read and published there by a friend whose interest was awakening. If he failed to receive a ready response, he got at least a sympathetic hearing. He wrote constantly for such American papers as The Lamp (Graymoor) and the Brooklyn Tab- let. Two Irish priests joined him in 1915 and their sphere of influence spread to Australia. More than one Australian priest now attributes his missionary vocation to articles that appeared in the Austral Light at that period. Something was taking shape. Neither Father Galvin nor his com- rades could guess then what the future would bring, and as a matter of fact it far surpassed their wildest dreams. But the ground was being pre- pared, and in 1916 Father Galvin himself appeared on the scene. In the summer of that year he was in America, in the autumn he was in Ireland. His first appeal was to Maynooth. It was his Alma Mater and, as the national seminary of Ireland, it was a center of spiritual and intellectual culture. This time the response was definite. Four priests joined him, one of them a professor, two from the Dunboyne establishment and an old comrade from his college days. The Bishops approved and the work began. In less than a year it had all the evidence of success. Maynooth subsequently gave the movement two of its professors and three of its Doctors of Divinity. Father Galvin could now turn to America, and he did. So we find him this winter morning, a little over a year since he left China, jumping on a street car in Madison Avenue, with a Cardinal’s letter in his pocket. [ Page Five ] The Chapel at St. Columbans Preparatory Seminary, Silver Creek, N. Y. I T is no easy matter to found a religious society. One needs courage and a great many other things, but especially courage, or, rather, one must be unconscious of possible difficulties. Too much prudence is often as bad as none at all. Father Galvin rarely saw difficulties in those days. "Keep going until you’re held dead up,” was his motto as he often ex- pressed it, and to give him his due, he put it into practice consistently enough and managed to keep going. Early in 1918 he started out West, for one reason because the East was already crowded with religious projects, and even missionary ones were already taking shape there. Besides, war fever was at its height and even good Churchmen saw no particular hurry about the conversion of China. But, like every other passing mood, the war fever passed and the conver- sion of China goes on. As a matter of fact, the first donations Father Galvin received were Liberty Bonds and later on they helped to put the Society on its feet. But his immediate need was a suitable headquarters, and possibly he had some preconceived notions of what the word "suit- able” implied. That these ideas were not realized, we know, and, looking [ Page Six ] [ Page Seven ] St. Columbdns Preparatory Seminary, Silver Creek, N. Y ., as seen from the New York State Highway. back now, with an intimate knowledge of the story of St. Columbans in later years we are not sorry. Providence has a way of its own. There was in Omaha at the time an Archbishop who had just been transferred from the Philippines, where he had left after him a fine record of achievement. Archbishop Harty was appointed to the Archdiocese of Manila in that difficult period following American occupation. There were tangles to be unraveled in the relations between Church and State. It took him thirteen years to do it and, incidentally, wrecked his health. Then Rome recalled him and made him Bishop of Omaha. Father Galvin knew of his work in Manila. He was a missionary and he might be expected to receive a missionary kindly. So Father Galvin came to Omaha. The Archbishop thought the matter over, as one might expect an Arch- bishop to do, and from my knowledge of him in later years, I know he prayed over it. Whatever his sympathies might be it was no small thing to sponsor a movement like the one Father Galvin outlined. This was on March 25th, (in Ireland they call it Lady Day). The following day Father Galvin called on the Archbishop again to find that the result of his thought and prayer was this, ''Father, I have only one doubt, Fm afraid Omaha isn’t big enough for a work like yours.” Father Galvin had no such fear, and, I must confess, his successor never felt very cramped in this little western city of a quarter of a million. He rented an office and bought a typewriter, a desk, a table and a couple of chairs. The story goes, and I believe it is true, that when he reached Omaha he had only a few hundred dollars in his pocket that he begged from his friends in the East. In those days of war prices I imagine he had little left when he hung his sign on the door. But that was one of his least worries. He wrote to a friend, "Thank God, we have a little place of our own at last where we are free to do almost anything we like, provided we don’t set the building on fire. It is a room twenty by ten, with two large windows, plenty of light and air, fresh and other- wise. We have fixed our camp in the center of the city. We pay eigh- teen a month and they give us the noise gratis.” And so St. Columbans in the United States began. [ Page Eight ] On the Seminary Grounds at Silver Creek, there are leafy woods where students spend many a pleasant hour. Towards the end of the year 1918 Father Galvin left Omaha for Ireland and Rome, and I became his successor. From now on I shall speak as 'we”, for whatever has been accomplished since has been due, under God, not to any one man but to the united efforts and co-operation of the priests who have formed the personnel of St. Columbans in the United States. Our first home in Omaha was a fair-sized frame house on a five-acre plot near what was then the outskirts of the city. Later we added a chapel and a few additional rooms and it was here that we opened our first seminary in 1921. For two months we had only one student, then two mere came along and then a fourth, but he got lonesome and I could never blame him. Two others came in the course of the year and left again, but the original three remained and they are priests now. We knew all about Bethlehem, at least we had read about it, but it is not so easy to live it humbly in a country like ours where success is judged [ Page Nine ] by numbers and buildings. "Only three students,” and the good Sister threw up her hands, "my, but what on earth are you all doing?” If she only knew! In this advertising age one must do something better or worse, or at least more remarkable, than anyone else to attract any notice at all. We were doing things, not only less remarkable than others but we were actually following the ordinary hum-drum humble beginnings of every similar movement since the Holy Family went down to Egypt. Looking back now, of course, all this is very clear, but it needed faith to see it at the time. It must have been something like this the Archbishop had in mind when he laid the foundation stone of our new seminary on September 8, 1921. For a sermon he read to us the whole of the eleventh chapter of St. Paul to the Hebrews — "Faith is the substance of things to be hoped for,” and so on. He was himself a man of great faith. The building went up quickly enough. It was finished in May, 1922, and dedicated on June 29th. We had twelve students in September. The missionary spirit that came in later years had not yet gripped the soul of the American boy. For a year they came and went. St. Columbans, I must admit, was not a very inviting place in those days. It was a new building on a bare, bleak hill, without a single tree or shrub of any kind except a few that had just been planted. Omaha was nine miles away and a street car, an unpaved road and an old Ford were our means of com- munication. In very bad weather they did not always communicate. Visi- tors to St. Columbans today find a hill covered with trees and shrubs and are amazed to hear that they have grown there since 1922, far more than when you tell them that seventy-five years ago the Omaha Indians roamed free over the land on which St. Columbans now stands. The street car is still running and we have a concrete highway and our mode of conveyance has been advanced into the six-cylinder class. We find it more economic, especially in patience. St. Columbans, as I have said, is built on a hill, and the hill looks down on a long, wide valley through which a river flows. It would have been the longest river in the world had it been called the Mississippi instead of the Missouri, but when it got its name, there were no modern journalists with an over-developed sense of the extraordinary, and so it is just what the unlettered Indians knew it as, "The Big Muddy.” Even an Indian [ Page Ten ] [ Page Eleven ] The Students' Corridor at St. Columban' s Preparatory Seminary, Silver Creek, showing the Shrine of Our Lady at the end and the Crucifix of Limpias on the right. The Calvary at St. Columbans, Nebraska, in mid-winter. could scarcely miss such an obvious name. From St. Columbans though, two miles away, it looks quite picturesque, but then we rarely go near it except in the springtime when the ice in Dakota is breaking up and the floes are drifting down in a mad, wild whirl. For once in the year a close- up of the Missouri is fascinating. But, all things considered, the view from St. Columbans, the rolling country to the west, the woods, the fields in summer, the snows in winter would be rather hard to beat. Visitors, at least, speak admiringly of it, and sometimes one even suspects a little note of jealousy when they tell you on a nice, cool summer day, ''Fll bet it s cold here in the winter.” We cannot deny it, even if we wanted to, but at St. Columbans we have little time to think of cold or heat. We just try to keep going "till we’re held dead up.” One of the things we are very proud of at St. Columbans is what we call the Calvary Walk. Like the rest of the hill, it was a bare, bleak tree- less place in 1922, but now there is plenty of shade on the long white walk between the elms, and beside it there is a wide cliff-like bank of [ Page Twelve ] |4 O ^ 'Sv^ o so