Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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 The bell rings! Another clay begins. The statue of Father Marquette stands on its pedestal in the corridor near the entrance of Johnston Hall, surveying all who pass. Co-eds climb the creaking stairs and young men in sweaters and sport coats hurry to class, amid last minute questions about assignments. The bell rings again and all is quiet. Occasionally a student saunters up to the bulletin board to read announcements. The only sound is the faint rustling of the cassock of a Jesuit passing by. But the apparent peace and tranquility is a deception. Fr. Max Barnett, S.J., dean, is in his office beginning the daily struggle with shortages and overcrowded conditions. Two students are making out excuse blanks at the counter; three others are seated, waiting to seethe dean. Upstairs, pictures of old grads'' gaze down from their stationary position on the wall upon corridors now devoid of life. But the classrooms arc scenes of mental activity. Inside can be seen Rev. Max G. Barnett. S.J., Rev. V,r«.l Roach. S.J. younS men taring dis- Assistant Dean charge buttons, their eyes

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In our times men and nations are confused; they are fearful of the future. As graduates of Marquette University you should neither be confused nor afraid. The philosophical principles which you have here made your own, will enable you to think clearly. The great truths of Christianity empower you to surmount undue fears. Bring God and the principles of Christianity to bear upon American society in the home and in the marketplace and you will contribute a great good to our civilization. This is your opportunity, your privilege and your obligation. We wish you God-speed in the task before you.

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intent upon the instructor who is speaking and pointing to a drawing on the blackboard, illustrating a philosophical truth. In the next room a professor explains verbs of a foreign language. In yet another room, students struggle with the intricacies of higher mathematics. On the next floor, through a partially opened door, an instructor can be heard lecturing on English literature; down the corridor another professor discusses the classics; across the hall are heard phrases of a sociology lecture; in another room is heard the discussion of an event in history, Above, top to bottom The morning after. What? No comic books? Right, top to bottom: Anyway you look at it, there ain't no justice! The Revival hour , . . Catholic Literary Revival, that is.