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From Print Issue

By Notre Dame Magazine

Monologues and shame

The fact that Notre Dame and the Program in Gender Studies chose to host _The Vagina Monologues _on campus during Lent doesn’t surprise me in the least. What does surprise me is that the performances were not held on August 15 and December 8 in front of the Grotto as a way of paying homage to the Mother of God. Shame on the Department of Film, Television and Theatre. Shame on Father Malloy for his Clintonesque response. And shame on the students for hosting this perverted performance that dishonors Our Lady and everything she stands for — purity, innocence and motherhood.…

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All About Making Movies

By Carol Schaal '91M.A.


Forget the red carpet. While working on their first feature film, All About You, writer and director Christine Ashford Swanson’94 and her husband, producer Michael Swanson ’93, quickly gained experience in the realities of Hollywood.

A week before production on the independent film was to begin, the musician/actor cast as the leading man had to drop out. So novice director Christine was forced to re-cast the role. After filming ended, the owner of three songs used in the movie asked for more money. The Swansons couldn’t afford the higher fees, so Christine commissioned three news songs and had to reshoot three scenes. And don’t even ask Michael about agents or unions or distribution.…

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Obsessed with News

By Robert Schmuhl ’70

So there we were, surrounded by the majestic natural splendors of Yellowstone Park, and I was getting jumpy, sorely in need of a fix.

For three days, a long holiday weekend, no newspapers penetrated our remote camp, and the picture-postcard mountains blocked reception of television or radio signals. Late the next day, finding a day-old issue of the Billings Gazette

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Lights in My Life

By James Stephen Behrens

I was reading in an old lawn chair behind a barn at the monastery. At my feet lay scattered a few magazines and journals — and a single page I had printed from the Internet edition of The New York Times. It was a beautiful fall morning. The skies were clear and a deep blue. An occasional jet flew overhead, on its way to the Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. As I looked up, I thought of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, the field in Pennsylvania. I do not think that I have seen an aircraft since 9-11 without thinking of all those people, the destruction, the pain.…

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Now I Dream of Concrete Sculpture

By Ed Cohen

About a year ago I started to get that feeling of unease that sometimes descends upon men in their early 40s like me. Not the one about the expanding forehead. This was that feeling that maybe I wasn’t doing what I was meant to do career-wise. You know — that my life had been a tragic misguided waste, at least during normal business hours.…

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All Their Treasures

By J. Martin Green '63

My great uncle, Mart Ebberts, was a Lutheran from Buffalo, New York, who married Mittie Jackson, a young lady from Sour Lake, Texas. He had come down to Beaumont, exchanging snow for rain, to seek his fortune in the oil and gas industry. Instead, he found Aunt Mittie, a descendant of Stephen Jackson, the founder of Sour Lake who was called the “first white settler” in Hardin County.…

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Campus cemetery may open to alumni

By Ed Cohen


Stories are legion of people trying to sprinkle their loved ones’ ashes on the football field, in the woods around the lakes, and elsewhere on campus. Such actions violate Catholic doctrine, which requires treating cremated remains with the same reverence as a full body. Ashes are supposed to be buried or inurned in a niche.…

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