Devyn Young peered into her car's rearview mirror, taking a final look at Quad before heading home for the summer. As the aging residence hall grew smaller in the distance, Young knew it would be the last time she'd ever see its vine-covered brick towers, peaceful courtyards, and grand archways.
"Quad is a symbol for people leaving home and being on their own for the first time," says the UI resident assistant and Living Learning Community leader, whose father also once lived in the west side dorm. "There is so much history in each room and hallway."
This past July, Young helped close the doors on her home away from home where generations of coming-of-age stories once unfolded. Countless students have held latenight study sessions in its elegant lounge, filled its trophy case with tales of victorious feats in sports and song, and savored a moment of solitude along the Quad Ravine. After nearly a century of prominence on the UI campus, Quad came down brick by brick over the summer to make room for a new pharmacy building.
Originally constructed during World War I as a military training barracks, Quadrangle Residence Hall wasn't completed until 1920—after the war had ended. The building instead opened as one of the first and largest men's dorms in the Midwest, housing more than 300 UI students. Quad returned to its military roots during World War II, accommodating aviation cadets from the Navy's pre-flight training school, including Heisman Trophy winner Nile Kinnick, 40BA, and astronaut and U.S. Senator John Glenn.
In the 1960s, Quad transitioned into a co-ed dormitory. Attracting residents with its proximity to the Field House and football stadium, it became the center of student life. Undergrads would use it as a point of reference on campus, often telling friends, "I'll meet you at the Quad." The dorm became home to intramural sports teams, a choir and literary society, the first residence hall government, the radio station KWAD, and the best dance floor in Iowa City. From 1956 to 1999, many UI employees and Hawkeye fans visited Quad for the delectable pecan rolls and strawberry pie served in its public cafeteria.
In its last year, some students thought the New York Times was right to declare the outdated Quad one of the worst dorms in the country, while others said they appreciated the character of the Collegiate Gothic building. Green stickers dotted furniture throughout the residence hall to indicate what would be saved and what would be lost to history, and undergrads threw a block party in the courtyard to give the building a proper farewell.
Come what may, Quad will live on in the hearts of the tens of thousands of Hawkeyes who resided there over the course of the past century. Last fall, Iowa Alumni Magazine received an overwhelming response from readers first learning of the hall's fate. Here are some of their stories.
PHOTOS, UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED, FROM THE FREDERICK W. KENT COLLECTION, IOWA DIGITAL LIBRARY, THE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA LIBRARIES, IOWA CITY, IOWA, AND THE “LIVING AT IOWA” STATE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA PUBLICATION, 1956.
To order a commemorative brick, visit http://housing.uiowa.edu/quad. Proceeds benefit UI student scholarships.
During my freshman year (1955), I spent three hours a day working in the Quad grill and earned all my meals. I lived in the non-boarding South Quad across the street. I will never forget the counter work in the Quad grill, and the memories are not all that pleasant. The first hour-anda-half, I worked behind the counter at noon. It was one of the most stressful jobs I've ever had. Students standing two or three deep at the counter—all wanting and demanding their orders taken.
James Davis, 59BA
My dad, H.W. "Dutch" Cassill, 35BA, told us so
many wonderful Quad stories. One of my favorites
always comes to mind around Thanksgiving: He had
little money, but when he could during the winter,
he'd buy canned cranberries and put them on his outside
windowsill until they were cold!
Ann Cassill Hogan, 69MA
In 1943, my father, Robert Jongewaard, 45MD,
was in the army and medical school. He was housed
in Quadrangle, where there was a nightly military
security bed check. He was also a newlywed with a
wife who lived in an apartment across town. At night
after bed check, he would climb out the window
of his room to be with his wife, then return before
classes the next day.
Dick Jongewaard, 68BS, 73MD
Sioux Center, Iowa
I began my residence in Quadrangle Cottage 23 in
September 1947. World War II had ended two years
before, and the world was ready to be renewed. The
campus was crowded with veterans on the G.I. Bill,
so temporary cottages were constructed (like Quonset
huts, but with peaked roofs).
I was 17, but most of my roommates were combat
veterans of World War II. A number of them were
still fighting the war, but this time the weapons were
beer and whiskey. In October 1947, I awakened from
my sleep one night and became aware that one of the
wild men I was living with had set his bed on fire
while smoking in bed. He survived, but the sheets
and pillowcases didn't.
Shepard D. Van Gelder, 51BA
Monsey, New York
The Quad was my UI home from 1953 through 1957, as well as for one year of postgraduate study. It had a superior location close to the Field House, where we did physical training, intramural sports, golf and tennis lessons, ROTC classes, and watched the "Fab Five" play basketball. Also, it was just a stroll away from the football stadium, where we watched the Hawkeyes beat Ohio State on Nov. 17, 1956, and win a trip to the Rose Bowl.
The Quad rooms were large, comfortable, and quiet for studying. When time allowed, there was always somebody next door or down the hall ready for a card game or chess. As a freshman, I was in awe of the size of the building. It had more residents than the entire population of my hometown of Calmar in northeast Iowa. I worked in the Quad cafeteria—first behind the counter, then as a meal card checker—so I got to know the new residents.
After classes on the Pentacrest or a study date at
the library—especially on a cold winter day walking
across the Iowa River bridge—the Quad was a warm
welcoming place to come home. Its impact on my
college memories will always be with me.
Sylvester Sluka, 57BA
In 1955-56, I resided in a three-man, second-floor room on the Quadrangle's south side. A next-door neighbor was a free spirit. Nightly, he would make random telephone calls to Currier Hall to women he didn't know and had never met. One evening he is lying in MY bed talking to Priscilla Thomas, 60BA, 60DH, a bagpiper in the Scottish Highlanders. The Scottish Highlanders rehearsed outside my room. I can't stand the sound of bagpipes to this day.
Anyway, while he leaves momentarily for the
bathroom, I'm left on the phone with her. The following
week Priscilla and I had a blind date at the
IMU. We've been married over 58 years.
Stanley Briney, 59BA, 60MS
It is with considerable nostalgia that I hear the Quad will be going away. I lived there, usually with two other roommates, for three years—one in B98 and two in East Tower when the dorm was for men only.
I recall frequent visits from Tom, our very close friend who lived off campus. He would call up to say he was coming over, then ask if there was anything we would like from the Hamburg Inn. There always was. One night as we anticipated his arrival, we pulled the hinge-pins on our door. When he knocked, we said, "Come in!" He did—and landed with a crash, hamburgers in hand, on top of the door on the floor. In seconds, we got an angry call from the guys downstairs! Tom was a really good sport, thank goodness.
When we moved to East Tower, much to our delight, we found our room had the only removable screens for getting out onto the second-floor roof. Miss [Elizabeth] Englert, 30BA, the dorm housemother, lived on the first floor directly below us. One day, she spotted us as we lay studying and sunning on a blanket on the roof. One of our friends jumped on the phone to alert us that she was on the way. We quickly grabbed our stuff, got into the room, and replaced the screen just a she pounded on the door. She knew we had been out there, but couldn't prove it.
On the fall days, especially the football Saturdays when the trees were turning, it was energizing to feel the cool crisp air and make the trip over to the stadium to anticipate the likes of Kenny Ploen, 58BSCE, Alex Karras, Calvin Jones, Frank Gilliam, 57BA, Randy Duncan, 59BA, Bobby Jeter, and so many others trying to beat up on a Big Ten rival or especially on Notre Dame. I particularly remember our straight-through drive to watch the Hawkeyes play in and win the 1959 Rose Bowl. I still have a Los Angeles paper from the next day (in its wrapper) recounting the Iowa win. There were several excellent teams during my 1955 to 1960 years at Iowa—football, basketball, and wrestling.
Charlie Shank, 60BSEE, and I put in a lot of
hours developing and installing the QWAD carriercurrent
radio station. The dormitory power lines were
used to carry the radio station's signal and limit its
distribution to just the Quad. Wiggin's Wax Works was
one of the programs that was aired by a resident who
wanted to try his hand at broadcasting.
Larry Day, 60BSEE
The memories I want to add are about the radio station KWAD. I was able to be a weekly DJ during 1963-64, and that is where I was introduced to Edith Piaf, one of my favorite singers.
There were two turntables. One was going over the air (well, through the electrical wires to Quad and Burge). The other was to cue the next record. At some point in my hour, I would put on the album version of Dave Brubeck's "Take Five," a long, repetitive but intriguing jazz piece. I chose it because it gave me extra time to test out a few records and decide which I would play next.
Almost always, someone would call up to tell me the record was stuck. It wasn't, but I listened often enough myself to know that it happened. I'd say thanks, make sure it wasn't, and continue on. It got so I was disappointed if no one called.
I also connived to broadcast a
Hawkeye ball game. High above
the stadium with a tape player
to record my commentary to
rebroadcast, I got to listen myself
and was terrible! A monotone flat
voice that showed excitement or enthusiasm only
once—on a long, incomplete pass into the end zone.
Larry Crain, 64BA
As an incoming freshman, my parents dropped me off in the parking lot on the north side of Quadrangle men's dormitory on a Sunday afternoon in September 1962. I toted my belongings consisting of a suitcase, maybe two, to room B117 just inside the North Tower and facing out on the Quad's courtyard.
I didn't even invite my parents to my room, not
that there was much to see. A couple of beds, two
desks, two dressers, a closet, a sink, and no phone.
There was a common TV room for the entire dorm
just off the South Tower, where guys gathered to
watch shows like Combat, Hawaiian Eye, McHale's
Navy, and Bonanza. In October, we watched with rapt
attention as President Kennedy warned the nation
of the looming Cuban Missile Crisis. The cafeteria
was on the lower level, where it seemed as if Brussels
sprouts and parsley-buttered potatoes were served
nightly. The room and board fee that year was all of
$880, but it was still a tidy sum for back then.
Larry Hershberger, 66BBA
Ramsey, New Jersey
I spent my freshman year, 1961-62, in the Quadrangle dormitory. As I recall, our section was referred to as Lower A, or the first floor on the northwest corner. Our group of guys was close, and it was more like a fraternity than a dormitory. Not a day went by that we didn't have laughs and good times. Oh, yeah, we did some studying also.
Being across the street from the old Field House was so convenient for all types of athletics and exercises. It was a beautiful walk down a tree-lined pathway to the bridge to get to class on the east side of the river.
I thought the food was great and plentiful in our cafeteria. I was also fortunate enough to have a job in the public Quadrangle cafeteria. I started out bussing tables, then washing dishes and setting tables, and finally was promoted to cashier. I have great memories of weekends spent there. I especially remember the football team coming through the cafeteria on weekends with two to three trays of food piled high. I couldn't believe they could eat that much!
I was in Iowa City a few years ago and managed
to see what was left of my old section. Rooms sure
looked a lot smaller than I remember. I'll never forget
what the old Quad meant to me.
Michael G. Cook, 69BA
Progress across a busy campus like the University of Iowa is inevitable. Yet, news regarding the demise of the Quadrangle dorm brings personal heartache.
On my matriculation at the UI in fall 1967, there was no question about my preference to live at the Quad. I had family roots there. My father, Clifford O. Johnson, 34BA, 38MA, had roomed in the dorm before me. He was an Iowa farm boy, the first in his family to acquire a college education. On my mother's side of the family, a favorite uncle (David J. Carey, 57BA, 61MA) had roomed at the Quad, and from him I heard lively stories about his college comrades.
During my sophomore year, one of my neighbors was a student named Keith Bull, 72BBA. Our many late-night confabs that took place in his room could honestly be called "Bull Sessions." Keith was a slender guy, skinny as a rail. Much to our amusement, Millie, the maid who worked our floor, mistakenly entered the room late in the morning when he was still sleeping. She failed to register his presence and began to make the bed while he was fast asleep. She managed to straighten out the bed sheets and tuck them in when she suddenly realized her predicament. They were both a little startled.
Other connections through the Quad were strangely life-affirming. One of my professors in the geology department, William M. Furnish, 34BA, 35MS, 38PhD, was rumored to have spent his undergraduate student days in the Quad. We students called him Uncle Bill. I aspired to follow in his footsteps as a geologist and a teacher. The opportunity arose for me to ask on one occasion if he could remember his room number at the Quad. He could not, but he gave me a description of the room: "East Tower, second floor, southwest room." It slowly dawned on me that I was the current resident of that room. Bill got to see "our" room on a rare visit to the campus west bank. For once, I found him utterly speechless. On entering the room, it was clear that a cascade of memories got the better of him.
The most startling moment of my life occurred as a resident of Quad soon after the shootings at Kent State University in spring 1970 during our nation's embroilment in Vietnam. Deep into the night, someone pulled the fire alarm and we emptied out of the dorm wearing bathrobes against the chill air. I will never forget the sight across the Iowa River, where the Old Armory Temporary building near the central library was alight in flames. Those were uneasy times and it seemed that our civic life was at a point of complete fracture. The TV lounge at the Quad was packed every evening to hear Walter Cronkite on the CBS news. Relations with the Iowa City police were frayed, and eventually the state authorities were called in to restore peace on campus. The decision was taken to cancel classes that spring, although students could choose to remain on campus and take their finals. I had to, because I was failing my physics class and I needed to pull up my grade by doing better on the final exam—which I did.
I attach a snapshot of myself and my
father (pictured on above) standing outside the
East Tower on moving day in September 1968
as he helped unload my belongings from the
family car. He was a former resident of the
West Tower. Dad is holding my chess set. I
am holding a cup and saucer belonging to my
tea set. I was not a boozer on campus, and
somehow felt that the young ladies of my
acquaintance would be charmed by joining me
after a night out on the town for tea brewed in
my room. Not much so.
Markes Johnson, 71BA
I didn't live at the Quad; I worked there. My job at the cafeteria from 1969 to 1973 was an important part of my education. I learned that it's important to have goals and be patient.
Almost every lunch and Sunday dinner, I'd dash from Rienow 2, or later from Acacia on Ellis Avenue, to put on a white paper hat and cotton jacket for work. At first I bussed tables. Bussing included loading trays, wiping tables, scraping food and paper into a garbage can, and feeding the trays of soiled dishes and utensils into a mysterious dark passageway through a conveyor belt. I never saw where the dishes went. That was OK.
The food at the Quad was wonderful. Big pans of vegetables and rolls, salads including an alluring ambrosia, and on up to the pinnacle of grilled cheese sandwiches, homemade strawberry pie, and Iowa prime rib.
Behind the line, jobs progressed from food that you scooped, to food you made, to food management. I went from bread and vegetables to mashed potatoes and gravy, which required more skill to deliver that perfect round dome embedded with a crater of brown gravy lava. Then I got to make grilled cheese sandwiches, aspiring to a perfect golden brown on both sides. Competent performance in each area led to the opportunity to work supply. We were a team keeping hot food available in just the right amounts. It was a good lesson and an early step to a long career in management.
My job provided spending money, but not too much.
I could afford an occasional grilled cheese sandwich, but
not the prime rib. The bone-on prime rib was as close
to a perfect beef dish as I had ever seen. It took up a
whole plate by itself. And the strawberry pie was magical.
Whole strawberries carefully arranged and encased with
a clear filling that displayed the strawberries like works of art. I could have sprung for a big dinner of prime rib
and strawberry pie I suppose, but somehow it seemed
appropriate to wait until I graduated. And, that's what
I did. After graduation, my fiancée, Marcia Davis,
73BA, and I went to the Quadrangle cafeteria for
dinner. I had Iowa prime rib and corn, a perfect round
dome of mashed potatoes embedded with a crater of
brown gravy, ambrosia salad, and a slice of strawberry
pie for dessert. It was a heavenly reward made better
Glenn Briskin, 73BBA
The Hygienic Lab was located in the old Medical
Lab Building around the corner from the Quad, so
EVERY morning we would wait for a break time
to hurry over and get the BEST PECAN ROLL
that was ever made! Dinner had the BEST mashed
potatoes and gravy in the world, too!
UI Hygienic Lab
I lived in the Quadrangle dorm from August 1991 to May 1992. I was a junior in college then and transferred to the UI to study pharmacy. I had not lived in the dorms at my previous school, so I decided to give it a try to get the full "student experience." What a wonderful decision that turned out to be.
Because I didn't have a car, I took a job working in the cafeteria in the basement of the Quad. I remember that my friends and I had made fun of some advertising we'd seen early in the year that listed the "Top 10 Reasons to Work for Food Service." One of the reasons was "the dating possibilities are endless!"
I met my husband the first time I worked in the
dish room. We were the only two scheduled on an
away football game Saturday. Most of the students
had gone home for the weekend, and we had lots of
time to chat and become friends. We were married
four years later. We have two children and celebrated
our 20th wedding anniversary in May 2015.
Jennifer Driscoll Bergman, 94BSPh
My grandfather Doug Ruckdaschel (late 1950s), my uncle Chris Ruckdaschel, 95BA, (early 1990s), and father Steve Ruckdaschel, 86BGS, (early 1980s) all resided in Quad. This culminated in my residence of Quad in the 2010-11 school year. I have far too many memories from my year to list them all out, but one I will always speak on involves my freshman year roommate, Alex Brunsen, 15BA, 15BFA.
Alex and I were randomly assigned to room
2112, and at first it looked like it was going to be like
oil and water. But as the weeks and months grew on,
we quickly developed a great friendship that lasts
to this day. In spring 2014, just a couple of weeks
before I was to graduate, we had the bright idea to
return to the scene of the crime (room 2112) where
we first met. Alex's mom had taken a photo (which
I would call awkward at best), just a moment after
we had shaken hands for the first time. We decided
to recreate this photo, not because of the amount of
"likes" we knew we would likely receive on Facebook,
but because deep down we both knew how special
that random room assignment turned out to be. Quad
not only gave me shelter and a place to study, but a
best friend for life.
Greg Ruckdaschel, 14BBA
I lived at Quadrangle during the 1985-86 school
year. I remember it well—my floor (Kirkwood) was
home to a great group of guys! The "Quad Squad,"
as we referred to ourselves, was a pretty diverse
group of students majoring in engineering, pre-med,
business, and other disciplines, and included members
of the Hawkeyes' basketball and swim teams. Of
the many highlights that year, two stand out to me:
1) our intramural flag football team reached the
championship game, which was played in Kinnick
Stadium, and 2) Chuck Long [85BBA]'s naked
bootleg play against Michigan State, which happened
right in front of a group of us and helped propel Iowa
to the Rose Bowl!
I was one of the thousands who happily called the Quad home away from home from 1949 to 1952.
Like many residents, I was assigned to one of the temporary cottages, which after spending time in the Marine Corps, was a little like going home again. I was later transferred to B95, which was on the second floor of the Quad's west side.
Our lifestyle: Doing laundry (occasionally), going to get mail at the front desk, grabbing a quick lunch in the cafeteria, and walking over to the hospital medical library for some quiet study time. A few of us worked at the hospital, only a short walk away, serving food to the patients and visitors.
Those of us who got to know and work with Quad manager Miss Englert found her to be firm but caring for all the residents. I am not sure, but we thought she was in the family that owned the Englert Theatre, which was a great place for a Saturday date.
I served on the governing council of the Quad during my junior year and was honored to be elected the president as a senior for the 1951-52 school year. It was an ordinary year except for the night of May 13, 1952, which happened to be our annual dinner banquet to honor outstanding residents and the retiring board.
Afterwards, a group of us were enjoying some
brew at the Airliner celebrating the occasion when
word came in there was a riot at Currier Hall. It
turned out to be a "panty raid," which was the thing
on campuses that spring (if you visit this link to the
Daily Iowan issue on May 14, 1952, you will be able
to read all about it: (http://bit.ly/Quadraid). We all
went over to Currier to help restore order. As you
will see from the article, it was more of a hilarious
event than a serious riot.
Bob Newman, 52BSC
La Grange, Illinois
I arrived at Quad
as a freshman in
In those days,
there were three
men in each room,
small closets, and
I spent four years
in B159, and my
name was written
four times in the
over my desk.
came in once a
week to clean the
rooms, change the
bed linens, and
make our beds. I
remember a big
Golden Lab named
George that slept
on the bench in
the lobby until
him, and he would
walk over to the
main campus and
then walk back
with someone else.
Guy Runyan, 53BSC
PHOTO COURTESY: PAULA CATTERALL
I lived in Quad my freshman year at Iowa and loved
it there. One unforgettable memory happened
in spring 1974. A short, but very hard rain left
the courtyard temporarily flooded. Students
quickly took advantage of the afternoon flood and
donned shorts to wade in the water. It turned into
a good-natured mud fight. I remember the RAs
greeted us as we entered the building making a
beeline for the showers. They tried to be mad, but
were just too amused to be. Here is a photo from
afterwards of me, an unidentified male, Sandy
Baker, and Wendy Johnson.
Paula Catterall, 77BBA
Greenville, South Carolina
I spent the first
two years of my
SUI experience in
friends. One of the
things I remember
most was the
grilled roll served
in the Quad grill. I
have never seen it
else, and it was
delicious: a frosty
sweet roll with
fruit in the center,
buttered on the
grilled. It was
often served à
la mode, as if
there were not
later, I served my
version to my wife
a time or two, but
never matched the
Calvin Lambert, 52BA
Green Valley, Arizona