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

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Dr. Gumnick, Mr. DiBaggio, and Dr. Weigman dis- cuss final physics grades . . . and conditions at R.I.A.S. Mr. Heisey, Mr. Kammel, and Mr. Strauch put their heads together to discuss a new math curriculum. of Dr. Varga’s cla.ss, we look back on the past in anger, on the present with relief and to the future with an awareness of onr firm foniulation in Poli- i tical Science. Though he sides with tlie Sheriff of Nottingham (he must have taken Fr. Higgins’ fj course) he was kind enough to stop looking for a i ' j certain term-paper. (Eh, Norris?) (j Dr. Boyle, the oidy remaining woman teacher iri on campus, was kept busy weighing the efforts of f; ' her students (in her mind), while testifying before IL a Senate committee on “Equal Wages.’’ Mr. Sweit- I;) zer, part of a father-and-son team here at Loyola, in must not be too bright. He’s still here, hut his son p has graduated. The reams of mimeographed notes jj in Mr. Carton’s briefcase were invaluable to his students. Fine Arts took on a new mecining in the || way he taught it. Mr. Powers, a successfid lawyer ■ in his own right, did much to inspire Loyola Stu- j- dents to a similar career. Fr. Convey teaches ac- | counting and juggles . . . er . . . balances the hooks for the Campus Shop. j Dr. Weigman, one of “the inseparable pair’’ in || the Physics department, is also the acting head of j the Math Department. This is indeed a tribute to i his versatility. As to his punctuality . . . well, some I recent graduates are still waiting for the results of tests. His Monday afternoon classes at a certain j! local establishment were indeed a welcome relief. j Mr. Bradley, the cowboy-turned-theoretician, or vice versa, is the only man who drives a Plymouth ,1 with a saddle on it. Both the cigar he smokes and li the chalk he uses are “’bout as big as your trigger ' finger.” Our friend from Brooklyn, Mr. Kammel - (or whatever kind of an accent that is) is a man

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Dr. Kaltenbach takes a break in the Faculty Lounge. The Doctor shed his classroom manner this year on Loyola Nite to entertain the students with a very humorous monologue. The process of education is not confined to poring over books. It is rather a gradual develop- ment from conformity to individuality. The edu- cated man is characterized neither by a profundity of knowledge, nor by an accumulation of degrees, but by an ability to form his own decisions while remaining tolerant of the opinions of others. This growth to maturity cannot be accomplished by merely enduring the countless days and years, but rather by absorbing the essence of a few in- tangible experiences which stand as milestones on life’s path. Our teachers have provided us with a plethora of these experiences, not in their academic I capacity, but in the variety and color of their per- sonalities. We picture them here as we shall re- I member them hereafter: not as professors, but as j people. The thing that marks Fr. Campbell’s lectures is the ever-present map on the wall. This year, the “Scene of Europe after 1648” stayed with us quite a while. The lectures that Dr. Kaltenbach de- livered “would have been much more interesting in the original Greek” ... so we are told. We were more impressed with his knack for transferring the topic of conversation from Caesar (or anyone for that matter) to Hitler ... all in the same breath. Dr. Kirwin collaborated with a fellow Democrat this year to publish a book about a Loyola alumnus. Sen. Herbert R. O’Connor. Due to his interest in the lives of the Popes, he was appointed to an ecu- menical committee by the Archbishop. On Tuesday afternoons, Mr. Mair’s kaffee-klatsch was held in the subterranean anteroom of D-17. It sure looked I suspicious . . . may be there was a bar in there . . . and the coffee was just a front. After three years THEY POINTED THE WAY The simple multiplication which Mr. Carton has put on the board, turns out to be not so simple when used to solve Statistics problems. 17

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Father Burke, pursuing one of his favorite hobbies . . . notewriting. whose knowledge of mathematics is matched only by his ability to speak the English language (with some ethnic variations.) Mr. Strauch, a veritable newcomer from Notre Dame, and the only teacher to marry one of his students, spends his time some- where between Mt. St. Agnes and Loyola. Mr. Higgenbotham, a perennial Yankee rooter, will long be known for his wash-and-wear clothes, and the informal atmosphere of his classes. The commuter train between R.I.A.S. and Loy- ola College received much use this year. Dr. Gum- nick, head of the Physics department, spent time advising on the construction of the new Taj Mahal, research at R.I.A.S., and reading us Physics. Dr. Peiffer, a little known lecturer from R.I.A.S., is a man who gives reams of notes and expects the best from his students. Mr. Heisey, who taught the Pre- Meds calculus — much to their chagrin — is a rocket specialist who built the plasma jet . . . it’ll never get off the ground. Mr. DiBagio, of Italian — Norwegian descent, skied from class to class, carrying pictures of his son. The three senior engineers were sometimes confused to find their lectures being given either in Norwegian, or given by themselves. Mr. Wolsey part time lecturer from Westinghouse, rushed to his eight o’clock class every morning, only to find that his three students had slipped out the back door, or were thinking of new ways to make him split his pants. Due to the plethora of “dismal days,’’ Dr. Negh- erbon condescended to limit his tests to one per semester. Though it is a long way to Harford Father Houber, head of the Chemistry department, is a summertime commuter between Baltimore and Ocean City.