Scoop Poll by age

[sodakmu87]

Well; class of 87 (I'm 57) for me.  I miss dollar imports at the Ardmore but happy the place has a bar there.  Every place I lived in is now gone, from McCormick Hall to the Trebor apartments to the house next to The Rugby House on 19th St.  I was involved in ASMU on the programming board and there when sadly The Block Party had to be axed due to no liability insurance  Still had a lot of fun, and now have a daughter there (my youngest) and she loves Marquette.  Have plans to go to the Depaul game with her Saturday

I was the guy who handed out bags of marshmallows at the Varsity theater before Ghostbusters with spectacular results.

[Shooter McGavin]

The Ardmore I knew had decor like the Grand Avenue mall in a blender with Miami Vice.   Import night was a great way to kick off the weekend on Wednesday.  And the occasional karaoke.

Ardmore accepted IDs freshman year that were incredibly fake.  Was great to have across the street from McCormick freshman year. And your recollection of the decor is spot on Goose.

[pbiflyer]

Ardmore accepted IDs freshman year that were incredibly fake.  Was great to have across the street from McCormick freshman year. And your recollection of the decor is spot on Goose.

They essentially turned the decor of the Ardmore into an ice cream parlor. It was, um, gritty before then.

[ZiggysFryBoy]

"Sitting in the Ardmire, swilling down our beers..."

[Norm]

what year did the mug rack close?  my roomie used to play there.  what a classic place to meet after classes to wind er down, play backgamon and listen to some local music

The Mugrack closed at the end of the 1989-1990 school year. I worked there that year and then we all moved across the street to the Pub at the Alumni Memorial Union for 1990-1991.

[Daniel]

The Mugrack closed at the end of the 1989-1990 school year. I worked there that year and then we all moved across the street to the Pub at the Alumni Memorial Union for 1990-1991.

I think the booths at the Annex now are from the Mug Rack.    Mug Rack was a cool place. Jammed but cool!

[PBRme]

I remember getting 32 oz tap beer at Mugrack and asking for it in a Coke cup and going to 2:00pm Physics on Friday with Father Mathys

Starting Happy Hour Early

[Elonsmusk]

Banning, and revival are part of the Scoop ritual.  It's included as part of lifetime memberships.

I agree with this analysis.

[Coleman]

85 going on 86.  Enrolled at MU in 1955 and lived in Monitor Hall (on 16th across from Engine House).  Jack Nagle was coach and had a great year in 55.  Also was there for Ed Hickey.  He had a couple of great teams. Remember the 3-lane fast break?  Had season tickets for over 25T years starting in about 62.  Hard to remember details now.  Tickets at the Arena were behind the south basket, row 11.  So close you could almost smell the sweat.

Would love to hear more stories of your time at MU. We know all the stories from the boomers in the 70s and 80s but you rarely hear about it was like for someone who was there when they still had football (!)

[Coleman]

OMG, things I never thought I'd see again....

40/F/WI

RIP to your inbox

[mug644]

Well; class of 87 (I'm 57) for me.  I miss dollar imports at the Ardmore but happy the place has a bar there.  Every place I lived in is now gone, from McCormick Hall to the Trebor apartments to the house next to The Rugby House on 19th St.  I was involved in ASMU on the programming board and there when sadly The Block Party had to be axed due to no liability insurance  Still had a lot of fun, and now have a daughter there (my youngest) and she loves Marquette.  Have plans to go to the Depaul game with her Saturday

I was the guy who handed out bags of marshmallows at the Varsity theater before Ghostbusters with spectacular results.

Hey soda, check your inbox for a private message from me. Wondering if we know each other.

[Babybluejeans]

Mid-30s and just learning in this thread that Marquette Gyros closed (!). Apart from that cook who would always get into fistfights, the burgers were legit good, at least at 2am, and had this incredible ability to turn into a hard metal by morning if you didn't eat all of it. RIP.

[dgies9156]

Would love to hear more stories of your time at MU. We know all the stories from the boomers in the 70s and 80s but you rarely hear about it was like for someone who was there when they still had football (!)

Sadly, too much of that generation of Warriors has passed away. The youngest would be about 83 and most are in their mid 80s or later. This was a generation that often attended Marquette on the GI bill (arising from either World War II -- early in the decade -- or Korea). Or they worked most of their time in college. They were a pretty serious bunch of people.

My Dad was the working student. His family lost their business in the early 1950s and moved to Texas. Dad worked road crews in East Texas to save money for a down payment on his education and for train fare to Milwaukee to enroll in the College of Engineering. There was no SATs and ACTs in those days and Marquette initially wouldn't enroll him because he didn't have the money or a job. He went to the Post Office and was accepted for the post office, where he worked for the father of Father John Naus, SJ. He came back and paid his tuition on installments for four years.

Marquette was a simpler, more personal place in those days, judging from Dad's stories. The way they treated him was legendary and Dad never forgot it.

Dad had several great stories about going to Marquette in the 1950s. One was where his best friend from Superior came down to visit. They partied the way folks party in Superior (early and often and way early into the morning) and showed up at Gesu for Mass mid-morning. About a third of the way through the homily, Dad's friend fell asleep and snored so loudly that he shook Gesu. The presiding priest saying Mass looked down from the pulpit and asked, "are we disturbing him?"

Chili, you knew the snorer!

Another was that a Jesuit, I believe Dad described him as Father Hockhaus (Sp?),who would work the streets and talk to the students about "what they were doing". The priest apparently had a good way with college students and was very approachable. By the end of the conversation, Father asked the student, "OK, we're halfway done, do you want to finish Confession?" He worked the streets that are now the MU mall hearing confessions.

Probably the best though was he was pulled over for speeding in a mail van -- with the woman who became my Mother in the back! As the Milwaukee police officer approached him, Dad yelled at my Mother to "give me that bag." The police officer approached Dad, who said, "I have to deliver this to the train station as soon as possible. It's really important!" The officer gave my Dad a police escort across town to the Milwaukee Train Station. Dad raced in, threw the bag to the stationmaster and said, "I'll be back in a half hour for it." He thanked the police officer and my Mother, the latter for keeping quiet. He waited for the police officer to disappear and went back for his mailbag!

Dad never spoke much about football -- he probably was working or studying. From what he talked, he probably saw a couple of MU basketball games in his days, but they weren't the spectacle they became after Coach McGuire arrived (Dad did see as many MU games as he could living in Tennessee over the years).

My Dad received his B.S. in Civil Engineering in 1955. He died in 2018.

[Shooter McGavin]

Great stories Dgies!  Thank you for sharing.

[Goose]

shooter

dgies always delivers the goods with his stories. This thread has brought out a lot of people and very enjoyable to read everyone's own story.

[Coleman]

Thanks for sharing Dgies.

[wiscwarrior]

Another was that a Jesuit, I believe Dad described him as Father Hockhaus (Sp?),who would work the streets and talk to the students about "what they were doing". The priest apparently had a good way with college students and was very approachable. By the end of the conversation, Father asked the student, "OK, we're halfway done, do you want to finish Confession?" He worked the streets that are now the MU mall hearing confessions.

dgies - Unless there was another Jesuit that followed in his foot steps, I believe he was Fr. McEvoy who did the same thing while I was at MU (63 - 68). At that time we were required to attend a weekend retreat once a year and the retreat he held was always full.

[MU Fan in Connecticut]

Class of 1991

3rd Floor McCormick
3rd Floor Schroeder
Hell House
Love Aprtments

Freshman year at the Mecca, sophomore year opened the Bradley Center.

Ate numerous breakfasts with Bob Dukiet in the McCormick dining hall. Not a great coach but he was always nice to the MU students.

Took the Hegartys bus to Notre Dame my freshman year to catch the ND-MU game. Had a keg in the back of the bus and stopped at every rest area along the way.

Missed the Block Party's, but enjoyed numerous Mr. Jiggle's Jamborees - at the Milwaukee Domes and the lakefront (Milwaukee Gun Club???)

Worked at the Mugrack in BMU and The Pub in AMU.  Lots of good bands played the unions on Friday nights - Blake Babies, Sonic Youth, Soul Asylum, Goo Goo Dolls, to name a few.

Won a bong once at the raffle at Green Tree. Also frequented the usual haunts - Lanche, Murphys, OD's, O'Paguets, Ardmore, Glocca Mora, Theos, Hegartys, Good Time Charlies, etc.

Listened to Gerald Posey tell a group of us about his wild recruitment stories and how he ended up at MU (basically Dukiet was the only guy who didn't offer him money), but he left MU the following year.

Loved going to the basketball games, even though our class has the worst winning percentage for MU basketball since World War II.

1991 and very similar to Norm.

9th Floor McCormick Freshman year
9th Floor Schroeder Sophomore year - I had a bad lottery number and ended up in the other wing from my fellow 9th floor McCormick friends.  I knew there was going to be an issue when a Junior was my roommate and he installed a giant spotlight over his desk that can probably be seen by boats on Lake Michigan.  He also was aghast that a student under 21 would bring beer into the dorm.  (Why was he in a Sophomore dorm, and where was he the last 2 years on beer in a Marquette dorm!? and why the fascination with Morton Downey Jr.?!)  My fellow 9th floor McCormick friend ended up across the hall from me with the same issue.  His roommate was a Senior, apparently rarely slept in the dorm room and went home every weekend.  It took a few weeks into the semester, but somehow he convinced him to move to Mashuda and I moved across the hall.     
15 1/2 Street (the alley) & Kilbourn Junior and Senior year - They tore down my building and now it's apparently the Alpha Phi Eta Mu Chapter House.  We used to borrow the floating snow fence, so we could charge admittance and have parties in the backyard parking lot in conjunction with the ROTC House next door.

* My earlier post mentioned Freshman year at the Mecca, sophomore year opened the Bradley Center. 

* I was an Assistant Building Manager at the Brooks Memorial Union then at the Alumni Memorial Union when it opened Junior year.  I was setting up tables & chairs and breaking down for student club meetings and other events in the building.  I should have taken the "promotion" to Building Manager, but I didn't want to work Friday nights for concerts which in hindsight was shortsighted for the bands Norm mentioned.  It would have taken away from Happy Hour!  Block parties were gone by the time I started MU, but I facilitated acquiring a remnant.  After BMU closed and AMU opened, I found out there was a storage room of unused old equipment at the BMU.  Only stuff still in use was moved to the AMU.  One on my roommates worked part time for some Milwaukee beer distributor and talked about how it would be great if we had a portable cold tap for our weekly "Quarterbarrel Wednesday" event and general weekend keg use.  I mentioned I saw one in an abandoned BMU outside storage area and I arranged an Ocean's 11 unlocked door on a Friday and relocking on Monday.  (It was cooler with a metal plate full of tubes on the bottom and spigot on the side.)

* Weekend nights always started at the Green Tree for $3 all you can drink, where a note from your dog could get you in.  Sophomore year (I think unless Junior?) we even trekked to the GT over the viaduct when they were forced to close and reopen elsewhere.  Also frequented the usual haunts - 'Lanche, Murphy's, OD's, O'Paget's, Ardmore, Hegarty's and The Gym.  Somehow my ID got me into the 'Lanche all the time, but never worked at The Gym as both were known difficult to get in with a fake.

* Mr. Jiggles at the Dome and then later at the Gun Club property on Like Michigan.  (A day of music, beer and 'schrooms per my Freshman year RA.)  I saw a drunk person (did not look like a student) fall on a bonfire on the Dome grounds? 

Thanks for the making reach deep into the memory banks.

[Scoop Snoop]

Another was that a Jesuit, I believe Dad described him as Father Hockhaus (Sp?),who would work the streets and talk to the students about "what they were doing". The priest apparently had a good way with college students and was very approachable. By the end of the conversation, Father asked the student, "OK, we're halfway done, do you want to finish Confession?" He worked the streets that are now the MU mall hearing confessions.

dgies - Unless there was another Jesuit that followed in his foot steps, I believe he was Fr. McEvoy who did the same thing while I was at MU (63 - 68). At that time we were required to attend a weekend retreat once a year and the retreat he held was always full.

I remember Father "Mac" well. My frosh year ('66-67) was the last one requiring a retreat. He ran our retreat. He told us that he had heard everything in confession, including someone who said "Father, I f**ked a sheep." Mac ran the Dental School's grille, a tiny place. He saw me nearby and simply told me to help him out. I flipped burgers for the next hour and a half, got a free lunch and a handful of money that he grabbed from the register drawer gave me as pay. I believe that he was nearly blind at the time, yet somehow managed to get around.

[MU_Hoop]

Almost no active students. Perhaps we should create a forum on a more popular site (Reddit?)

[DoctorV]

MU Scoop isn't a popular forum?!?

[dgies9156]

Guys, thank you.

We were very much a Marquette family when I was young and the loyalty Marquette showed to Dad was repaid many times over. Honestly, loyalty was collectively something very important to my parents' generation.

My Dad was heartbroken beyond belief when, after helping a very low-income young woman get a full free ride to Marquette in Engineering in the late 1960s, she called him with a great deal of remorse and told him she had elected to go to Cornell in Engineering. Dad was happy for the young woman but came home that night and said, "Cornell? Why? Yuck!!!" My Mother reminded him that the young lady had just accepted an admission to an Ivy League school and all Dad could say was, "it wasn't Marquette," and "Marquette would be better for her as a person."

A Warrior to the end!

Probably the best stories from the 1950s would have come from my mother's best friend and maid of honor at her's and my Dad's wedding ... Catherine Collins. Catherine attended Marquette in the early 1950s after being graduated from Cathedral High up in Superior. Catherine was in O'Donnell Hall either the first or second year it was operational. That must have been worth a few beers! Sadly, Catherine died in 1974 from leukemia. Mom came home from her funeral the night I received my acceptance letter from Marquette.

P.S. -- Dad was partner in an Engineering firm based in Chicago and recruited Marquette engineers for co-ops and for permanent employment. I worked one summer with a couple of them and they were the guys most likely to give me crap because I was the Boss' kid. Man, they were tough. Though, it was nice to every now and then when I was in college, run into someone who, when I introduced myself, asked, "are you Frank's son. I co-oped in Nashville last year!"

[Goose]

dgies

I love the way you speak about your Mom and Dad. My Mom and Dad would be about ten years older than your folks, but I always loved hearing their stories from when they were younger. Neither of them attended college, but all four of their kids are MU grads and married MU grads.

IMO, loyalty should be important to every generation. Sadly, to some it is a forgotten art.

[dgies9156]

dgies

I love the way you speak about your Mom and Dad. My Mom and Dad would be about ten years older than your folks, but I always loved hearing their stories from when they were younger. Neither of them attended college, but all four of their kids are MU grads and married MU grads.

IMO, loyalty should be important to every generation. Sadly, to some it is a forgotten art.

Brother Goose:

Four MU here (the two "heretics" went to St. Thomas College and the College of St. Scholastica). Three MU spouses plus Dad made eight of us.

[pbiflyer]

I think the booths at the Annex now are from the Mug Rack.    Mug Rack was a cool place. Jammed but cool!

If those were the booths made in 83 or 84, they were crafted with assistance by some of the finest workers beer could buy.