Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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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 . . .

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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.

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otcmcu The Journalism office on the first floor of Johnston Hall is alive with activity. Dean J. L O'Sullivan is in his office with a student, discussing the latest work of the aspiring young author. The newsroom is filled with cigarct smoke, clattering typewriters and ambitious J-schoolers. As the bell rings there is a rush for books and coats, while remaining students concentrate on an article for the Dean's reporting class or a Tribune assignment. In the composing room nearby, a typography class begins. Students slowly and methodically pick type from the cases and place it. a letter at a time, in the stick to form lines to be run off on the proof press. The linotype machines pound away to an overtone of the roar of motors. Occasionally the saw screams through a row of lead slugs needed by one of the students for spacing. Other aproned students work around the “stone, a table-like affair holding the frame in which next Friday's Tribune is being made up. J. I.. O'Sullivan. Dean Rev. Gerald P. Brennan, S.J., Regent