Swing (Feb-Dec 1951)

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The Fruitful CDmbination A NICKEL, an apple and a prayer are a strange combination. They were the only assets of the Rev. John Larkin, when he arrived in New York City on a sunny, summer afternoon in 1847. With these three items his superiors expected him to procure a building for a parochial school. Even then a nickel wouldn't buy much, so Father Larkin carried the apple. The nickel was all that remained of his train fare, and unless he made a contact in the strange city, the apple would serve as his dinner. His frugal possessions didn't dampen his spirits. As he swung off the train platform he glanced over the skyline until he saw a church steeple in the distance. Half an hour later he was kneeling in the church. When he had finished a short prayer, he went to the parish house and rapped on the front door. He explained his mission to the pastor. Right from the start luck was with him. Not only did the pastor tell him to remain as long as he wished, but told him of a vacant meeting house for sale. Jubilantly Father Larkin rushed to the owner and asked the sale price. Only $18,000 he was told. "But don't let that frighten you," the owner said. "You only need a down payment of $5,000." Father Larkin fingered the nickel in his pocket. "I'll be back as soon as I raise a little more capital — $4,999.95 to be exact." There the matter stood for several days with the priest unable to raise anything like the amount he needed. Then one evening someone knocked on the front door. It was a young man. "I need some advice." "I'm an artist," said the vistor, "an I've made a little money that I'd like to invest. I don't know anybody in New York that I can trust, so I decided to stop at the first parish house." Father Larkin was interested. "Is it a lot of money you have?" he asked hopefully. The young man shook his head. "Not too much." Father Larkin was disappointed. "How much do you have?" he asked. "Five thousand dollars." "Did you say five thousand?" asked the priest. The young man nodded. "Then let me tell you a story." He told the man of his search. "The only drawback" he explained, "is the down payment. Your five thousand dollars would turn the trick. Would you invest your money with me?" For several seconds the artist sat in deep thought. Finally he said, "I hadn't exactly figured on investing it that way, but I guess it couldn't be used for a better cause." So Father Larkin made the down payment and a school was opened. Years passed, and the artist was repaid, and more property purchased. Eventually a high school was added, and then a college. Today St. Francis Xavier College of New York City stands on the spot, the only college in America to ascend from such an humble beginning as a nickel, an apple and a prayer. — Stanley /. Meyer.