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THE GRADUATE AND THE NOVICE<br />

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Jesuit Oregon Province<br />

Jesuit seminarians at Mass at the Novitiate <strong>of</strong> St. Francis Xavier, Sheridan, Oregon, in 1949.<br />

them; “they were just there.” He trusted God would let him know if the<br />

collar fit. He devised a code to let his sister know how it was going.<br />

SPELLMAN IMPRESSED everyone he encountered at the novitiate. “John was<br />

a model novice; very prayerful yet never stiff; always a joy to be with. He had<br />

a marvelous sense <strong>of</strong> humor and kindness,” says the Rev. John Navone, a<br />

classmate who went on to spend years in Rome as a revered pr<strong>of</strong>essor, theologian<br />

and writer. Another fellow novice, the Rev. Tom McCarthy, recalls<br />

Spellman as “just a really nice guy; obviously very bright, from a family that<br />

valued faith and education.”<br />

Their surroundings were perfectly pastoral. “It was a thousand acres <strong>of</strong><br />

heavenly Oregon countryside overlooking the Yamhill Valley,” Navone said<br />

wistfully, 62 years later. “The meat was wonderful—the bread wonderful,<br />

too. There were prune orchards, livestock and crops to tend. Our outdoor<br />

exercise was agricultural.” Inside, the 85 novices lived in a big, long room.<br />

Their cells were fashioned from wooden partitions that stopped short <strong>of</strong> the<br />

ceiling. Each room had a drape for a door, a desk, a kneeler and a bed. “It<br />

was very austere, yet very cheerful,” says Navone. They had a common washroom.<br />

From time to time there was a shortage <strong>of</strong> water, and when there was<br />

plenty it was <strong>of</strong>ten cold. Once to bed, no one spoke—the magnum silentium,<br />

the great silence—until after breakfast the next day. No newspapers, no

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