8 • CHAPTER 1 January
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If you ordered a 2008 directory,
it is in the mail. After much pleading
from the masses to give you a biographical sketch of moi, it will be found in
this issue. Please do not expect a
Pulitzer. Bubba asks: “if corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,
what is baby oil made from?”
Jim Albers ’44 sends along this list of items for the women. We do not recommend that this be framed and hung in the kitchen.
- "Yes" and "No" are
perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
- You can either ask us to do something or tell
us how you want it done. Not both. If
you already know best how to
do it, just do it yourself.
- Whenever possible, please say whatever you
have to say during commercials.
- Men see only in 12 colors. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a
color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what
- Christopher Columbus did not need
directions. Neither do we.
- Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it
- Get used to the toilet seat. You are a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't
hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
- Crying is blackmail.
- Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do
not work! Strong hints do not
work! Obvious hints do not work! Just
- If you think you are fat, you probably
are. Don't ask our opinion.
- Come to us with a problem only if you want
help solving it. Discussing problems
does not solve them.
- If something we said can be interpreted two
ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
- Anything we said 6 months ago is
inadmissible in an argument. Any
promises become null and void after 7 days.
- If we ask what is wrong say
"nothing,” we will act like nothing's wrong.
- If you ask a question you
don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.
- When we have to go somewhere,
absolutely anything you wear is fine.
- 17. You have enough clothes.
- You have too many shoes.
From Tom Doyle, ‘47
fall I was on my way to northern Wisconsin for a Muskie fishing junket when I
stopped at a grocery market to pick up a few things. Now I have been trying to catch a muskie for years without
success so this day was one of hope. Well, when I came out of the store there was a van parked in front of me
and the license plate had “A M D G” on it. My mind immediately kicked back to Campion where at the start of every
first class “A M D G” was written on the upper right corner of the
blackboard. “To The Greater Glory Of
God". I knew right then that
that day I was destined to catch my first muskie and lo and behold about two
o'clock in the afternoon I landed a beautiful 36" prize.
It was a great day.
The Roswell Incident
I thought you would enjoy this little blurb of nonfiction:
Many will recall that
on July 8, 1947 witnesses claimed that an unidentified object with five aliens
aboard crashed onto a sheep and cattle ranch outside Roswell, New Mexico. This is a well known incident that many say
has long been covered up by the U.S. Air Force and the Federal Government. However, you may NOT know that in the month
of March 1948 - exactly nine months after that historic day: Albert Arnold
Gore, Jr., Hillary Rodham; John F. Kerry; William Jefferson Clinton; Howard
Dean; Nancy Pelosi; Dianne Feinstein, Charles E. Schumer and Barbara Boxer were
born. See what happens when aliens
breed with sheep... This piece of information may clear up a lot of things.
LUTHER BEATS JESUITS
High School, just outside Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin was sold the other day to
the Wisconsin Lutheran Synod. Those
folks are going to rename the place Martin Luther Academy.
irony that Campion was a Catholic boarding school run by the Jesuits, the
fellows who began business back in the 16th century as the pope's special
force. They were the Catholic
counter-offensive against the Protestant Reformation whose leader was Martin
appears that the Reformation is winning the battle.
Jesuits had to give up at Campion a few years ago because of rising costs. But they had hoped to get at least $10 million
for the place if forced to sell. They did finally sell it this month, but for
only $2.8 million. And to
Lutherans. You might say that this story would make Blessed
Edmund Campion, for whom the original place was named, spin in his grave. He
was not in any condition for grave spinning, however, having been well
stretched and carved, by Englishmen who dispatched him from this life about 397
was a smart young Englishman, a top
scholar at Oxford, a favorite of Queen Elizabeth in the 1560s, the
"diamond of England", they called him. He began studying for the priesthood in the new Church of England
but decided in 1571 to risk his life by becoming Roman Catholic. He crossed over to France and
he went to Rome as a pilgrim and while there entered the Jesuits. He was ordained
years later he went back to England, sneaking around visiting the clandestine
Catholics and trying to avoid capture. He did well for a short time, but he didn't stay on that underground
circuit very long.
July of 1581 he was betrayed and arrested. In those days the police used to put people on a body-stretcher called a
rack when they were feeling brutal. Campion got the rack several times.
He gave them no satisfaction, just kept telling anybody
who asked that the “heretics” were wrong and everybody ought to get together
again and pay attention to the pope. Something like that.
So on Dec. 1 he was hanged,
drawn and quartered. And now on top of
that the Lutherans get a school named after him at a fire sale price. Something isn't the same.
Aaron - - - I am attaching some of my photography from here in
the Apostle Islands on Lake Superior. I
like to refer to the area as the "Grand Canyon" of
Wisconsin. It certainly has a grand splendor, which I
try to catch in an intimate way
that the average visitor does not get a chance to see. In addition, I have become fascinated by the
geology of the area. Also, I am
teaching business classes at the Outreach Center at the Red Cliff Chippewa
reservation. It is a part of the Lac
Courte Oreilles Ojibway Community College down at Hayward, WI. This will be my third year of teaching and I
am finding it very rewarding, plus it keeps the brain cells from atrophying.
I know our ranks are getting smaller, but if any Campion grads get up North,
give me a call.
Jim Radtke ‘47
The Johns Hopkins University
Bloomberg School of Public Health
Department of Environmental Health Sciences
DIVISION OF PHYSIOLOGY
Baltimore, MD 21205
615 N Wolfe St.
Aaron — Thanks for all
your back-breaking but very effective work. Keep up your outstanding efforts.
I came here as a
post-Doctoral fellow in 1963 and received my first faculty appointment in 1967
with joint appointments in the Departments of Physiology and of Medicine in
1978 and 1990. Teach first year medical
students…and have since 1978. But
mostly do research. Love what I do with
no plans to retire…yet.
Regards, Bob Fitzgerald ‘49
A mini-reunion was held by these outstanding 1946 grads in May. Pictured are (l-r) Jack Halloran, Paul Lawler, Paul (Pablo) Fox and Jack Reilly. Jack writes: “We had a splendid time. If this group,
myself excluded, constitute an example of what Campion produced, it was,
indeed, a grand maker of men. They
are a thoughtful group of men of achievement.” But, Jack, your modesty is just too much. You are also a grand Campion product….A
A man was riding his Harley
along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a
booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me
in all ways, I will grant you one wish."
The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride
over anytime I want."
The Lord said, "Your request is
materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking;
the supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and
steel it would take! It will nearly
exhaust several natural resources. I
can do it but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something
that could possibly help mankind."
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand
our wives and girlfriends; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's
thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means
when she says nothing's wrong and how I can make a woman truly happy??"
The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?”
BACHLE ’48 REMINISCES ABOUT THE OLD GIRL.
IT WAS A SCHOOL WHERE WE WERE EXPOSED EVERY DAY
TO "EXTREMIST" VALUES LIKE SELF DISCIPLINE, PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY,
A SCHOOL WHERE THE JESUITS TAUGHT US ABOUT
BEHAVIOR STANDARDS. AND PATRIOTISM. AND YES, THE EXISTENCE OF GIRLS RIGHT THERE
IN RIVER CITY.
IT WAS A SCHOOL WHERE WE HEARD LOTS OF FOUR LETTER WORDS.
LIKE WORK, HELP, SOAP, LOVE, AND WASH. (AND THE OTHERS, TOO, ALAS)
IT WAS A SCHOOL WHERE WE GOT TO KNOW THE
DEDICATED JESUIT PRIESTS AND SCHOLASTICS, BOTH AS ROLE MODELS AND AS REAL
PEOPLE. IT WAS A SCHOOL WHERE WE SAW THAT PIETY AND SCHOLARSHIP AND GOOD STUDY
HABITS, WERE ALL COMPATIBLE AND INDEED, WORTHY GOALS.
IT WAS A SCHOOL WHERE WE WENT TO MASS EVERY DAY
- EVEN WHEN IT HIT 30 BELOW OUT THERE IN THE WISCONSIN BOONIES. BUT WE WERE
IMMERSED IN THE RICHNESS OF THE CHURCH, THE SOLID OLD HYMNS, THE ANCIENT LATIN
LITURGY, THE SILENCE AND BEAUTY OF THE CHAPEL IN THE SNOW.
IT WAS THE GOOD LIFE, EVEN IF WE DIDN'T KNOW IT
OR APPRECIATE IT THEN. AND FOR ALL THAT, WE THANK OUR PARENTS WHO GUIDED US AND
SUPPORTED US. BUT OUR MOST SPECIAL THANKS GO TO THE MEN OF THE SOCIETY OF
THEY DID THEIR BEST FOR US - IN SPITE OF IT ALL!
YOU COULD ALMOST SAY THAT FOR THE LAST FIFTY
YEARS, THANKS TO THE JESUITS, WE HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN WHAT WE WERE HERE AFTER ...
I prefer plain ol’ Hugie
It all began on August the sixth of 1930 at
10:30 am in South Bend when I slud out of my nice warm cave kicking and
screaming. As I have told you before I
wanted to be called Wolf Blitzer, but I had heard them talking about me being
called Aaron Henry Jr. and that's the way it was. Completely out of my hands. Several years later a young whippersnapper was born and he got my name.
I remember nothing from those very early
years. I ‘spect that I was your average
brat. My Mother was sickly and in the
late fall of 1939 it was recommended that she would be better off in Florida
for the winter. Dad and I drove down
and Mom and the girls, Anne (age 7) and Jane (age 2) came later by train,
accompanied by a teenaged baby sitter / nursemaid for Janie-Poo.
In registering for school it was
determined that I should be in the 6th grade. I had left South Bend a 4th grader. So much for the quality of the
Florida educational system at that time. It explains why I was barely 13 upon entering Campion in August of 1943.
We lost my Mom on the eve of her 36th birthday, on October 5, 1941. It was
probably partly because of that sad event that Dad thought it would be best for
all concerned if I spent my high school time in Wisconsin. So a couple of weeks after my 13th birthday, I was on that C.B.&Q. Zephyr headed north.
My Campion experience was sort of blah
until the fall of senior year. An
average student, participated in league sports (too small to make any varsity
squads). In October of 1946, the “riot”
occurred. Two of my classmates wrote of it: Danny Gellerup (Danny died
in August 2004) and Jerry Wong (also deceased), but the most comprehensive
version was done by Dick Rawe,
‘48. Dick’s version is several pages long. A bit much for this thesis. (If you would like a copy we will be
happy to send it to you)
This is my 1st person
account of the infamous RIOT & related following events. I have transcribed it from my original 1947
document on CAMPION stationary in all its childish vernacular. There was no title!
The year was 1946.
On Friday, October 25th, after a pep
rally in the gym for the football team, everybody went down to the smoker,
which was dark. Some guys moved a
billiard table and a leg, which was
broken off when I came to Sr. Division (1945), fell off. Some other guys broke a light bulb and a few
other guys threw a few books around. That night Fr. Reinert came in study hall and told us that he wanted to
know who broke the table. He told us to
come to the office and tell him if we knew who did it. Well nobody went to the office so on Saturday
after the game we had study hall at 5:15 P.M. We were to have it that night too, if they didn’t confess. Well we didn’t want them to confess so they
didn’t. Only a few guys besides the
culprits knew who pulled the leg off. Instead of going to study hall that night a gang of 120 or so Senior Divers
went out on the football field and refused to go to study hall. There was some vulgar language used but for
the most part we were singing. Then a
guy came out and told us that we would have to make up the time lost minute for
minute with our smokers. That was ok by
us so we decided to go in at 8:00 when study hall was supposed to begin. But first we sent a conclave into Fr. Reinert’s
office to see what would happen to the guys who moved the table. Fr. Reinert wouldn’t see them for ten minutes
so we waited in the stands. Finally
when they came out we went to study hall. The next day Fr. T.J. Stemper (President) took over. He started changing the punishments. No one could be checked out if they were out
there, neither could they have a town per or go to the movie that night. We got
sort of sore about that so everyone started subversive activities. Hooting and yelling in the smoker and almost
everywhere. Semi-riots breaking out at
the drop of the hat. Then T.J. got
madder and madder because he had posted a decree demanding to know the leaders
of the Saturday night riot and the culprits of the table. No one confessed so he warned the Senior
class in a little talk at noon on Tuesday. You see they kept giving us more and more punishment such as getting up
an hour earlier every day and going to study hall at 4:15 and then at 4:30
instead of 5:00 and 6:45 instead of 7:00. We were getting up at 5:30 instead of 6:30 on Tuesday. Then on Tuesday afternoon 3 guys confessed
to the table affair. By this time T.J.
had a list of Seniors whom he intended to kick out. He started on Tuesday late P.M. He booted 9 seniors and a sophomore out for being the ringleaders on the
field at the riot (One Sophomore and nine Seniors: Robert Donahoe, Thomas
Grady, Aaron Huguenard, David Hyslop, Robert Lafond, James Lawler, Stephen
Medgesy, Donald O'Connor, Frederick O'Connell, and Edward Ring), yet we had no
ringleaders and that is the gospel truth. Then all the
punishment stopped and it was all over. But you should hear what the people in Chicago think. One guy’s sister thought that the campus was in ruins, some buildings
burned etc. Others thought that a mob
of 300 mobbed Fr. Reinert in his office on Saturday night. Fr. T.J. had been shot in the hand up on the
rifle range, we raided the armory and took the place over by force. These are all the things the people in
Chicago believed. But then when the
guys started coming home they were horrified. Kicking 9 seniors out. Why at Austin in Chicago 5000 students walked out
because they couldn’t have a half day off for winning a football game. No one was kicked out there. Same thing at Fenwick, no one kicked out
either. Fr. Bowdern of Loyola, who was
the head of something in the province, called up T.J. and told him to stop because
of the scandal it was causing. It was
said that the President of Notre Dame also called. T.J. really pulled a dirty one on that. I know we were wrong in skipping study hall etc. But he had no right to kick 10 guys out, just
because they were out there. Fr.
Bowdern said he must have gone mad at the switch as well as Fr. Reinert. Nobody gives a good doggone about the school
I found out later that I, Dan Gellerup, was to be the next on
the list to be expelled but the Provincial asked Fr. Stemper to stop. Still later--1995 or so I found out from Fr.
Carey that he and Fr. Stokes pleaded my case successfully and Fr. Stemper
spared me. This was told to me in person by Fr. Carey in K.C. DLG 2/6/01
When my Dad was at Notre Dame, his roommate and best pal was a fella named John Cavanaugh, who, at the time of the riot was the president of N.D. Through Father John’s intervention, I
reentered CHS in about ten days and proceeded to graduate in 1947. Here I was, two years younger than most of
my classmates, and quite small, and picked as a ringleader. I sorta giggled ! ! I have heard from one of my classmates, who
has remained close to the jebs for years, that they tried to pick those for
dismissal whose parents would not be likely to cause a problem! — AH
Banks and ol’ Hugie after a round of golf at Long Beach
club in Michigan City — in the early ‘80s
I matriculated to
Notre Dame in the fall of 1947. Another
CHS grad, Jack Rockne ’44 was also attending ND, and he provided me with a ride
to the campus each morning. Now we were
Not knowing where I was going in this world or
what I wanted to do, I chose a basic accounting course. Unfortunately among the subjects studied was
ancient history, a topic that I had absolutely no interest in. Father Holderith, C.S.C., was the
professor. He was also the University
golf coach and a lot more friendly in the pro-shop than in the classroom. I managed to flunk the course. After that poor showing I did fairly well
until the spring of 1949 when I came down with a severe case of appendicitis. The sucker was full of gangrene. As far as I know it is still in a bottle of
formaldehyde in St. Joseph's Hospital in South Bend as a teaching aid. Because of the severity of my problem I was
out of school for nearly a month, right at the time for finals. This was not good and prompted my departure
During my Campion summers I had a job with an
appliance distributor where I watched some fellows setting up and repairing
television sets. I was quite taken with
the electronics end of this and chose to go to an electronic school in
Chicago. I spent a year there, working
at night at the Admiral television factory on Chicago's West side. I lived in an apartment on Wilson Avenue
just a few blocks from Wrigley Field, so I'd walk a bit on a sunny afternoon
and go to watch the Cubbies. Hank Sauer
was the hero of the day back then.
In August of 1951 I got married, and on the
return from honeymooning I found a draft notice waiting for me. It was not unexpected. Because of the electronics training I was
placed in the Army Signal Corps and sent to Augusta, Georgia’s Camp (later
Fort) Gordon for six weeks of basic training. At the end of that period I was assigned to Fort Monmouth in New
Jersey. Here I was educated in the
fields of radar and microwaves. I was
assigned to a station on the base that was involved in ionospheric sounding. Briefly, the ionosphere had several layers
of ionic bands. These move higher or
lower according to the sun. Thus, in
the evening and night, the lowering is seen in the fact that we can receive far
distant radio stations as the transmission can bounce off of the lower layer
(D) of the ionosphere. We could frequently
pick up KMOX out of St. Louis in South Bend. Once in Fort Myers, FL, we heard WGN in Chi come in loud and clear. In a few months we began to prepare for a
trip to the Marshall Islands in the South Pacific to be involved in the first
hydrogen bomb test… “Operation Ivy”. Six of us made the trip. There
was at this time a general rank freeze in the military. We were all drafted PFCs. Our C.O. wanted some sort of leadership in the group. So I was promoted to an acting (temporary) corporal. (read: RINGLEADER). In early November of ’52, we flew from N.Y.
in a non-sched airliner (DC-3). As we
flew toward Los Angeles the pilot would
periodically land and get out on the wing and “fillerup”. This was a bit disheartening, but we arrived
safely. At that point we got on a regular
commercial airliner for the trip to Travis air base in San Francisco. In a couple of days we took off for the
Eniwetok Atoll in the Marshall Islands. After few days of R and R on the island of
Eniwetok, we were loaded on an LST with our equipment to leave for the
island of Bikini in the Bikini Atoll. If you want to take a boat ride I suggest you do not use an LST. 24 hours later we arrived at Bikini, a 200
mile trip. This would be our home for
two months. We set up our tents on the
lagoon shore and took the rest of the day off. We had three Air Force men on the island to prepare our meals. They had two very large walk-in kerosene
refrigerators, one filled with beef and the other Budweiser. We were a bit pissed that the flyboys
charged us a dime a can. However they
did cook up a swell steak on a very large charcoal grill.
The next morning we drove our supply truck
across the island to install our equipment. We strung a “long wire” antenna a
mile along the ocean shore. Our van
carried a large amount of exotic electronic equipment, later to be driven by a
very big generator. Our task was to determine
if this hydrogen bomb would disrupt radio communication. Remember here your ionospheric lesson.
No one knew what would happen when the
first H-bomb went off. Although we were
200 miles away the worry of a tidal wave (tsunami) hitting our little island
was enough to have the Navy give us a DUK (amphibious boat) with which to
escape the island upon an emergency. When the bomb went off, fifteen hundred feet above the Eniwetok Atoll,
we got a May Day call to abandon Bikini. It took 20 minutes for the sound and shockwaves to hit us. Just as it
did, one of the guys was leaping aboard and the shockwave knocked him off the
gunnel into the sand, uninjured. The
sound wave was like a large caliber gun being shot near your ear. We drove off the island and cruised around
the lagoon for a while and then the all clear sounded. Looking down into the lagoon, we could see
the debris made by other atomic tests a few years back. Many large sunken ships could be seen in the
very clear water. By the way, we did a
lot of snorkeling in the lagoon. Many
beautiful tropical fish were to be seen. One time a friend and I were swimming in the lagoon and he put his feet
down and felt something below him. Letting
out a whoop he started swimming to shore as fast as he could. Turned out that he stepped on a huge manta
ray swimming by. My buddy probably wet
his pants, however, we couldn't tell, as we wore very little while there. But I digress. In early 1953, we scoped out nine smaller “shots” in Mercury, NV.
I left the Army immediately when my two years were up. In early 1956 I hired on with the IBM company. My first couple years were spent as a
customer engineer, repairing calculators and computers. At that time I was absorbed into the sales
department as a systems engineer to install and program computers to the
customer’s specs. This task continued
until 1964 when I had learned all there was to learn (!?), and I started my own
business. I opened a computer service
bureau. This is a shop where we purchased
or leased large computers and provided
computer services to those who were not familiar with nor wanted to get familiar
with computers (probably frightened). We did such tasks as payrolls, accounts receivable,
billing, inventories and so forth. During this time frame (early ‘70s), I
served a couple of hitches on the greater South Bend School Board, chairing the
Board for a term. My little company fed
my family nicely for 18 years, when I sold the business and shortly thereafter,
Lauretta and I moved to Florida in 1985. At age 55 I was the youngest kid on the block. I considered myself fully retired and stayed that way until mid
2000 when the concept of Campion Forever started to wiggle around in my
noodle. Then I got busy again.
Operation Ivy was the eighth in a
series of American nuclear tests, coming after Tumbler-Snapper and before Upshot-Knothole. The purpose of the tests
was to help upgrade the U.S. arsenal of nuclear
weapons, in response to the Soviet nuclear
weapons program. The two explosions were staged in late 1952 at the Pacific Proving Ground in the Marshall
Islands.The first device, code-named Mike,
was notable for being the first successful test of a multi-megaton
thermonuclear weapon design (the Teller-Ulam design), usually considered the
world's first hydrogen bomb test. Too unwieldy to be deployed
as a weapon, it was built to demonstrate the power and possibility of using nuclear
fusion as a principle for larger-yield nuclear weapons than
previously possible. It was detonated on Elugelab
Island in the Enewetak atoll of the Marshall
Islands. It yielded 10.4 megatons of explosive power, over 450 times the power of the bomb that fell on Nagasaki.
The detonation obliterated Elugelab, leaving an underwater crater 6,240 ft (1.9
km) wide and 164 ft (50 m) deep where an island had once been.The second test, King,
was a test of the largest nuclear weapon ever built at the time which utilized
only nuclear fission as the source of its energy (it
had none of its energy added from fusion or fusion boosting). It was dubbed the
"Super Oralloy Bomb", and was intended as a backup if the fusion
weapon was a failure. It had a yield of 500 kilotons — substantially smaller
than a hydrogen bomb but still 25-40 times more powerful than the weapons
dropped during World War II.
November 1, 1952, Operation Ivy, at
Eniwetok Atoll, mankind enters the thermonuclear age with the detonation of the
scientific device code named Mike.
According to the DNA Fact Sheet, Joint
Task Force (JTF) 132 included a total of 11,650 personnel, 9,350 were military
and 2300 civilian. The civilian and over 6,600 of the military operated from
Eniwetok Atoll and task force ships. Most of the remaining military were Air
Force personnel who were based at Kwajalein 360 nmi southeast of Eniwetok.
During the operation a single-place
airplane used in air sampling was lost at sea with it's pilot. This led to the
radiation exposure of 10 to 17 r for the 7 man aircrew who flew to assist the
pilot. This crew crossed a zone of fallout in order to reach the area of the
A crew of twelve in a second aircraft
were overexposed when caught in fallout while on a photographic mission during
the Mike shot.
JTF ships, Parry and Eniwetok islands all
received fallout from the detonations of Mike and King shots. Of the 11,650 personnel, only 408 were said
to have received no radiation during the operation.
you are interested in more re: Operation Ivy, I suggest a google on “operation
2008 REUNION Update
There are still choice
condominium units available that are overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. This may be the best of our all-class
reunions. Chuck Lambeck has us in a
great environment. Don’t forget that
your hard-earned dollars are due prior to January 22.
I just received your July 07 CF newsletter -
always a treat - and it prompted me to fire off this offering for any upcoming
issues. The text was actually in the
guest book of Tom Olson's website (I may have given you a 'heads up' about it
at the time). It seems that the Prairie du Chien Correctional Facility is to
expand - they plan to put as many as 240 men in Xavier Hall, Campion's senior
residence after 1965. I don't know about you, but that seems to be cruel and
unusual punishment, in my opinion. It bordered on tight with two occupants, as
2005 picture of Xavier Hall is from the Class of 1966 website. It's taken at
the corner of the campus where the infirmary used to be (now torn down),
looking south. One can make out Marquette and Lucey Halls in the distance on
the left of the picture.
Well, don't get arrested in WI, or you may find yourself back at school
(or what's left of it).
Best regards, Paul McCullough '70
The PDCI is planning to expand. In a program statement released 9/1/06, the
WI Dept. of Corrections is planning a $5.9 million project to renovate Xavier
Hall (known at PDCI as the "North Hall") to allow for the housing of
an additional 240 male prisoners. This is being done to address the cost of providing
additional housing units for projected prison populations, currently provided
by contracting beds elsewhere (usually county jails) at $51.46/day (or
$4,507,900 annually for 240 beds). The
PDCI currently houses approximately 475 offenders. Except for current use as
storage space on its first floor, Xavier Hall has remained vacant since the
PDCI's inception. The plan is to remodel 30 of the existing rooms on Xavier's
second and third floors as offender rooms; the 60 additional units are to house
four inmates each, for a total of 240 inmates. Xavier's first floor will have a
dining hall (its inmates to eat on site), two classrooms, two day rooms, a
visiting area, and a control station to monitor offender movement throughout
the building. The basement will include
space for inmates to work on community service projects, and auxiliary
laundry. In addition to these changes,
a stand alone storage building is to be built next to Xavier Hall to serve as a
warehouse for stores, cold storage for food items, and maintenance offices; the
existing food preparation area (I gather that's still Loyola Hall) will be expanded,
and an additional 20 segregation cells will be built around the campus. A new
sallyport (ie, secure entrance to the prison) will be placed next to the
storage building. It is anticipated
that the additional housing units, program space and support services will
result in the need for approximately 65 additional staff. Bids are to be received by March 09,
construction to starts April 09, and to be completed by May 10........
while going through an airport during one of his many trips, President
Bush encountered a man with long gray hair and beard, wearing a white robe
and sandals, holding a staff. Presdent Bush
went up to the man and said, "Has anyone told you that you look like
Moses?" The mandidn't answer. He just kept staring
straight ahead. The president
said, "Moses!" in a loud voice. The man just stared ahead, never acknowledging the president.
The president pulled a Secret Service agent aside and, pointing to
the robed man, asked him, "Am I crazy or does that man not look like
Moses to you? The Secret Service
agent looked at the man and agreed.
"Well," said the president, "every time I say his name, he
ignores me and stares straight ahead, refusing to speak.. Watch!"
Again the president yelled, "Moses!" and again the man ignored
The Secret Service agent went up to the man in the white robe and
whispered, "You look just like Moses. Are you Moses?"
The man leaned over and whispered back, "Shhhh! Yes, I am Moses. The
last time I talked to a bush, I spent 40 years wandering in the desert and
ended up leading my people to the only spot in the entire Middle East with
That’s it for this
time. Hope all of you have a great
2008, and that we will still all be together next year at this time.
Aaron Huguenard '47