Xavier Magazine

Letters to the Editor

Waxing Nostalgic for the 50s
My era—the 1950s—takes a joshing because the attributes we absorbed back then may seem out of place at times today in a world that challenges outer spaces but still clutters earthly places. Nevertheless, those of us who grew up and graduated from college in that era represent traditions that are nostalgic, realistic, durable and valuable.

I graduated from Edgecliff College in 1955, and conversations with classmates often reflect nostalgic feelings about our beautiful campus with its majestic views of the Ohio River, stately mansions like Emery Hall, “antique” events like the “Daisy Chain,” bridge games in the “Smoker,” marathon runs down Victory Parkway and Friday nights at the “Tally Ho.”

Comparisons of life experiences among our friends reveal, however, the realistic approach most of us have had in successfully meeting the challenges of partnering in marriage and child rearing, achieving in professional job competition and generally adapting to life in the 21st century.

Customs change in each era, but most of us have found that the values and principles on which our education was founded are durable. We have been given the tools to use good reasoning, which usually aids us in making sounds decisions and maintaining a healthy spiritual life.

Considering all this, we can say that our college education provided us with the means to keep abreast of events, to recognize that each year and each phase of life can be a new learning experience and know that what we have is valuable and worth passing on to new generations. All of these things we can treasure in our hearts and pray for blessings on our classmates as well as the faculty and staff who nurtured us.
Eleanor Nicholas Hage

Kosovo Corrections
Regarding the alumni profile, “The Peacekeeper,” after having lived in the province of Kosovo the last 10 months working at NATO headquarters in Pristina, I was surprised to see two incorrect statements, especially from someone who has lived there for as long as the gentlemen has. First, Kosovo is not a country, it is a province of Serbia-Montenegro. This is a big deal politically to both sides, and when Kosovo is mislabeled it only adds to the frictions. Secondly, the March 2004 riots started when three Albanian children drowned in the Ibar River, and the deaths were falsely blamed on Serb children. There were no altercations between Albanian and Serb teenagers. After having viewed the non-govermental organizations and the United Nations workers, it is clear most of them do not want a final solution, for they would be out of work. The true peacekeepers are the members of the NATO armies who would like nothing better than solving the issues, so they could go home and not make a career out of “peacekeeping.”
LTC Todd Mayer

Marion Hall Memories
First, our compliments on the quarterly Xavier magazine you produce. We look forward to its arrival and read it cover to cover. In the spring issue I enjoyed your article on Marion Hall (page 37), but Marion Hall was part of Xavier and housed students well before 1958. In fact, my three roommates and I occupied a second floor room for our junior and senior years. Father Lester A. Linz, S.J., was our resident Jesuit, confessor and keeper of peace. I was proctor for the dorm my senior year.

Marion Hall was known as the “jocks” dorm as many members of the football and basketball team resided there. Our football team beat Arizona State in the Salad Bowl on Jan. 1, 1950. They also beat U.C. during the regular season as did the basketball team.

I enjoyed coed education before it was adopted at Xavier. I met and dated Grace Gilligan who was Mr. Beumer’s secretary through my senior year. We were married on June 10, 1950—just three days after graduation. So my roommates and I spent those three days after graduation preparing for the wedding.

On the morning of the wedding, I was without my black shoes. Fr. Linz to the rescue because he had gone to the Jesuits’ house and found a pair of 10 and a half, which were lent to me for the occasion.
Jerry Weber ’50

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