Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

Page 25 text:

l.eft, lop lo bottom: You shnulda seen the one that got away! Operation Bull-Frog. Pass the mustard, please. Above, top to bottom: Now, this won't hurt a bit. The meat shortage is getting the best of Malloy. The end of a day over a hot microscope.

Page 24 text:

which gives off the pungent odor of formaldehyde; while in another room a veteran pours chemicals into a labyrinth of glass tubing and test tubes as other students work formulas. And so it goes, hour after hour, day after day—periods of mental cultivation; of instructors teaching students to think; of Jesuits passing down the wisdom of the ages. The shadows lengthen and between Johnston Hall and the Science building stands medieval Gesu, her tall spires reaching toward the heavens Above, lop to bottom: Hey, what did ya get for number five.' Barrack banter. Right, top to bottom: It can't be that bail! Zcio-hnur.

Page 26 text:

like the outstretched fingers of a saint, her bell's reverberating toll telling all that day is done. Darkness, like a hush settles over the campus. Only a few students linger and all is quiet except for the passing traffic. The machinery of education slows to a pause. Lights appear in the library and in the windows atop Johnston Hall. In the chapel, the community of Jesuits assembles for vesper prayers. Tomorrow Marquette will teach more of the eternal truths. Marquette rests, but she sleeps not for she is the ever wakeful Alma Mater. A Dove, top Whatcha got. Dot-Bur it says here . Camera-shy! Right, lop io bottom: Calling Dr Kildare. But. Dr. Gntiin . . .