Loyola Alumni Association in 1988
Fr. Rocky Vaz, SJ, Principal 1983-87, was key person who brought together the Loyola old boys and formed the Loyola Alumni Association (LAA) in the 1980s. In 1988, he printed a folder describing the beginnings of the School and LAA, it's initial activities and founder members. A very interesting document.
The 8th period. The school boys are expecting the bell to ring. A heavy silence drops over the class. The teacher jabbering away is not heard as nobody is prepared to! With 7 mammoth periods behind them and the hot afternoon sun sending streams of perspiration down their back, the boys, just do not listen to the teacher. The jarring, though welcome, sound of the bell wakes a few back-benchers who have decided to take a nap. After five minutes are wasted in shouting across the class the prayer is said. All 40 boys in the class end up with finishing the prayer separately and the teacher gets annoyed. Then comes the fun! The cleaning time!
St. Xavier’s College
30, Park Street, Calcutta - 700 016
7th January, 1996
Dear Father Pius,
I congratulate Loyola School on celebrating its Golden Jubilee this year. The years have flown by and I am left only with happy memories of a budding new school fifty years ago. I remember the bar-room of C.N.R. Club where classes used to be held.
For God and our Country
Jubilees are milestones giving hope and encouragement in the journey forward. Such events always bring with them a message of joy and happiness far beyond the ordinary. Fifty years have passed since Loyola School sparkled with its first light. Today we celebrate its Golden Jubilee. It is certainly a joyful event, yes, it is really an occasion of rejoicing for all the Loyoleans.
Loyola, Loyola, weâll sing our proud refrain
Congratulations on Loyola’s Golden Jubilee!
How good God has been to Loyola and its graduates!
My first class at Loyola was to seven students in the sometime bar-room of the old CNR Club. The year was 1951.
Look at Loyola today! And Loyola’s graduates in prestigious jobs all over India, Europe and America. We have much for which to thank God.
Handball - the 'Corny' Game
Jai Loyola, 1949
The originator of Handball at Loyola is one whom all of us know: Father Keogh. When the American Fathers came to Loyola (I mean the first group), Fr. Keogh, the unforgettable Fr. Bakewell and Fr. Enright, handball was not as much as a twinkle in the eyes of the small group of Loyoleans.
Our new sports organiser was Fr. Keogh who introduced us to an entirely new game called Handball. We gazed open-mouthed at seeing a human hand take such a lot of punishment. But despite this, Fr. Keogh taught us this game and how to play it. Oddly enough, we took such a liking to it that soon the front walls of Loyola were under heavy punishment from the two handball courts which were set up. Some of us liked it so much that we deprived ourselves of breakfast in order to be early enough to have a game of handball before classes began.
Interview with Machlu
The other day, Machlu, Bro. Bonello’s pet dog, was chatting with me under the greenwood tree. We were discussing the deteriorating discipline and lawlessness in our school. Needless to say, my canine friend was the more vocal and argumentative of us two.
Initiating the debate, I said, “I should say that the discipline of our school has gone down.”
Machlu growled out an immediate protest, “No sir, I am sorry to say that you are completely wrong. In fact the boys are becoming more and more law-abiding. What makes you accuse the Loyola boys?”
Mr Philip Allencherry - a man for all seasons
(May 9, 1931 —May 11, 1976)
As an English teacher, Hostel Prefect, Moderator ofJai Loyola, Head of the English Department, Moderator of Loyola Dramatics Society, Vice- Principal of Loyola School, Mr. Philip Allencherry, spent a memorable 18 years at Loyola, endearing himself to the Loyola family before God took him away from us. Philip, had joined Loyola in 1958, and assisted the Administration both in School and in the Hostel.
Meticulous in his own life, he insisted on order and strict self control in his students, he always tried his best to understand their problems and was there always to help them in their needs. Even during holidays, Philip could be seen in the then school auditorium guiding and training students for staging school plays. He was almost wedded to the school and the students.
Echoes Ring Again
The other day when I heard my son singing the Loyola anthem, a nostalgic time machine teleported me back to my school days. A kaleidoscope of vivid images danced before my eyes: images of the quadrangle, the red stage, the stately corridors, the vast playing fields, the Fathers in their cassocks, the teachers with chalk dust on their hands, the bustle during the recesses and the scurrying out after school. When the flutter of images subsided, only a few of them remained. These were the images that were etched deeply on the young and impressionable hiind.
I could write volumes about Loyola describing its one of a kind education, its rich tapestry of extra curricular activities, its exemplary teachers and its ‘par excellence’ educational facilities. But, I shall limit myself to a few things that have had a lasting impression on me.