Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Our Teachers continued Four different interpretations of the Army way of life were demonstrated fre- quently on the Loyola campus by the three captains and the (Virginia) colonel. Not even uniform dress could hide the personal variety in the college faculty. One dares say little about the Military Science de- partment unless one is draft-exempt. Col. Kadick did seem to have difficulty getting across some of his directives, but the year progressed smoothly enough. Capl. Frydendall had a persistent strand of hair out of place that didn’t look at all military, but to com- pensate for it he carried his swagger-stick rather mat- ter-of-factly, and was even seen using it as a pointer. Capl. Lawrence stepped up to Major, and is the first rosy-cheeked major we’ve seen in these parts. Capl. Wightman recounted his past in the Ranger school, and he carried his swagger-stick as a weapon, was even seen to bayonet an enemy pole in D4. Mr. Colimore heads the Modern Language depart- ment, but finds time for leading caravans of students to Europe and for playing tennis. All are used to be- ing greeted with his nod of the head, and appreci- con tinned 12

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To the public, a college faculty is a list of names; to critics, it is a list of degrees; to itself, it is a community of scholars; to its students, it is a perpetual enigma, constant source of amusement, and only hope of salvation. OUR Teachers Were by Dennis Smyth After interviewing many students, certain things seem to hold true for all teachers. Every teacher ® is dull, boring, pedantic, aloof and detached from the students, and hence from reality. All teachers, however, have some traits which set them apart from this uninspiring category. It would be impossible to do justice to all the eccentricities of four years at Loyola; some of the more outstanding personalities, or at least better remembered ones, will serve to illustrate the many and varied charms of Loyola, of which we can fondly say, along with Steele, “. . . to have loved her was a liberal education.” M ost students will agree that they have never met a more well-organized person than Fr. Davish, who heads the Theology department. Indeed, Father is so well organized that even Univac must pale be- fore him. He knows every student by name, books overdue, accumulated fines, and home phone number. This, together with his campaign for better student themes and the indexing of the index, keeps him very busy. He is ably assisted by Fr. Lawler, whose robust and ruddy personality bombarded the sophomores with Christian teachings. Fr. Schaffner was busy this year taking pictures and lecturing on color slides of a large church nearby. Fr. Galloway read nursery rhymes in class to bring out some point that has never been quite clear. PEOPLE Fr. Davish brings organizational wiz- ardry to bear on the first Cardinal Gib- bons exhibit, prepared by John Feller. 1 1 continued

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ate the fact that he never takes cuts in class. Mon- sieur G minder was fond of teaching his class by prov- erbs, or was it parables? Senor Jordan took care of the Latin American students, while Herr Pritchett, under the influence of Bavaria, kept trying to find out who pushed the emissary out of the window into the dung-heap, or some such thing. Anyway, the in- cident started a war, and no wonder. Philosophy, Ethics, and Psychology are subjects dear to every upperclassman’s heart. Fr. d’Invilliers had such a hard time figuring out who the leopard was in Fr. Bourbon’s office and why it was there, that he almost didn’t have time to teach the juniors. Fr. Scott . . . with his . . . unquenchable thirst . . . for philosophy . . . also lectured to the third-year men, Mr. McDermott abandoned his attempts to teach binary and octal logic and instead taught his own philosophy. He has acquired the sobriquet “The New Thomas,” and is probably the only person to become a doctor of the church before being ordained. Fr. Higgins taught from a much loved and divinely in- spired work titled Man as . . . something or other. He kept up a running discourse with himself before a delighted and avid class. The voluminous velocity of Fr. Scanlan enthralled F3 five days a week, and the room was tastefully decorated with shelves of unread and unreadable books, charts, large wall clock and comfortable couches. Father never invaded the do- main of ethics, nor did Fr. Higgins step into psy- chology, though you could tell the two of them would like to have invaded the other’s field. Thus, some of the most important topics of the year got lost be- tween the two classrooms, only to “. . . melt, thaw and resolve” themselves into a stew. Fr. Scanlan should really have been on the stage complete with straight man— and the only time we had trouble hear- ing Father was when he was talking. continued For any graduate of Loyola there can be no question who is represented in the sketches below. Even the undergraduates can make a good guess. Others should see the text above. Surprise: the text was written independently of the car- toon, and the cartoon was first printed in the Greyhound for October 29, 1943. 13