Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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With characteristic elan. Dr. John Pick gestures and discourses as if his 29-year professorship at Marquette were only just beginning. The remarkable clarity, boldness. and wit that from ages past has typified the English literary tradition, is alive and well, perhaps formidably so. moving amongst the circles of higher appreciation on campus. Eminently presentable in blue deck shoes, plaid jacket, and bow-tie. or perhaps an English tweed. Pick is comfortable with a core-curriculum course each semester, for he feels that it is here that so many young scholars will make the big decisions about their direction in the English literatures. One believes that he would like to be there when they do — With it all, Pick is comfortable with the great fredom he is given within the University. Almost single-handedly amassing the Fine Arts Collection, he has given much to the University, not the least of which is his devotion to challenging and widening the sensibilities and minds of his students. His invitation to students is always open — but beware the lurking intellect within this graciour gentleman. We all think he'll secretly relish the day when his ivy-leav d colleagues slanderously refer to him as J.P. — God's gift to Marquette . 1 9

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The world of Liberal Arts at Marquette University is seldom less chaotic than the Milwaukee Zoo at feeding time. With everything from a semester honor roll to the constant transfer of students, office work is paramount to all else at times of the year. But in the office of Father Francis Landwermeyer time can sometimes stand still for a moment before the next inter-office memo flies across the desk. Administrator, counselor and a former yearbook moderator. Landwermeyer is no new player at the university scene. His Jesuit years have sent him from private school to private school under many guises but always with many of the same reasons — education of the person. If Landwermeyer's life is anywhere as jumbled as his office quarters, the University could be in potential danger. Cigarette air and paper piles lend an atmosphere of false ineptness to his work order. But his dormitory jaunts through Marquette's residence halls have created a much more livable image of Landwermeyer than his assistant deanship of Liberal Arts. His candid views on everything from Marquette to the world in general have earned a reputation from floor to floor. On a typical walk down Wisconsin Avenue. Landwermeyer is liable to meet many students who at least recogcze the face if not the name. And during his time at Marquette, he would like to see things remain that open. As most Jesuits, Landwermeyer has spent many years on the road — traveling from university to prep school to college. Former addresses include Texas. Missouri and Massachusetts. He holds his legal address in Boston for many reasons including the fact that Massachusetts was the only state to not vote for Nixon in 1972. But as long as he is at Marquette students are his interest and existence — and of course the paper work in Liberal Arts. 1 8

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 Sammy? What do you want now? Oh. he did? Ask him if he can spell up. No? Tell him u-p The phone rests back on its receiver, a puff of smoke clouds a resumed interview. Dr. Keith Algozin motions with his pipe, That was my son. He just spelled man with magnetic letters on the refrigerator. Alogozin sees his teaching role as one of simplifying in order to build a broad perspective, to create a freedom liberated by critical judgements. He supports faculty publishing as a healthy communication and education, a chance for refinement through professional reaction, but he delegates his time fairly between teaching and writing. He and his wife, her masters in German literature and languages from Marquette, share daily translation sessions and concentrated summer work. Walking is his daily challenge. Sesame Street his occasional relief. I consider it a personal failure if I take a bus. Walking back and forth between Marquette and Sherman Boulevard consumes a good two hours a day but it's worth it. It helps me sort out my thoughts. The books that line the tiny Grandmora compartment and the pleasant haze of pipe smoke frame a smile and a closing reference, Bert and Ernie are two of the funniest — they're even better than human characters. 2 0