Georgia Institute of Technology - Blueprint Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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Brittain Dining Hall. not feel ve were deprived. That our ecoiioinic standaril.s were lowK was co mpensated hv the (act that tliey were less (ieniaiuliiii!, in ratio. Our homely joys we loinid geiioraily saiisl ' ying. Since we were virtually the cre- ators oi our automol)iles, we were as intensely inter- ested in their performances as ihe lad of today is by a jaguar. Each extra mile per hour painfully fii that o cajoled from our flivvers provided exquisite gratihca- tioti. Likewise the obstacles and tisks. both ])hysi al and legal, which attended the procurement Oi a tin oi corn contriliuted at least as much to its enjoyment as the bonded bullle from ihe local stoi-e offers the present day college ceiei.irant. cs, many and broad were the changes ap- parent to this long-absent alunnms. environt; mental and practical, all indications being that ' Tech had graduated to the lop of the league.. That tliis increase in si.iiun was all encor passing was confirmed ihe si dlIe li i o improvements and innovation s covered by our re}»iiricr that week-end. The ( rtiggeidieim cronaiiiical School and its iicighbor, the En- gineering Drawing building, two more majesti additions, lent su])stanliaiiy to tlie genera cam|)us opulerice. The emphasis on aeronautics today demand.s such an excellent fa.cilitv. Frst- wrulc w ilderness bad given a to a priispcrou gi ' oup of fraternity houses, tiie impressive liose How! field, a brace (d fine ttsnnis I ' oiids, fuidiet new apartment,s, and the {)residenr;- beautiful home. I could ordy ui-h tc.r nioce iime to appreciate tbeni all in gn alcr detail. Buildings and facilities, however., are ini portant only to tiie degree that they ojmi ' vude ihe portal- ' of le,-in inp:. The ] resenl si; .e llic sludenl body has now grown to over 4,300 day stu- dents and an engineering extension division of over 12,()()(). During the years Col. Van Leer has been in office, more students have graduated from Georgia Tech than the combined total of all graduates since the col- lege ' s initial opening in 1888. I respectfully submit that Tech is fortunate indeed to have such a great leader and educator at the helm. During my reunion weekend, I had the opportunity to watch many campus activities. This was the weekend oi ihe Clemson-Tech game, which the Yellow Jackets took witli their customary ferocity. The results of this contest were luridly predicted by the colorful exhibits in tront of the fraternity houses. Although this pag- eantry was to me an additional iimovation, I was pleased to note that the Tech man of today was not lacking in ingemnty and whimsey. Except for the sub- stantial impiovements in the stadium and the absence of coonskin coats, th.e game could have been a game of any year. The same color, crowds, esprit de corps. College football changeth not, thank Heaven. I ' ve often wondered what fashion edict outlawed the honorable coon. He was warm, had an indefinable swagger and his pockets were commodious enough to conceal any- thing from a gold plated flask to a large listerine bottle. Maybe lie went out with the ruml)le-seal. My fondnes was of the vicarious sort, however, as tiie co(on-skins were w ' orn primarily by the owners of the Model A ' s, but I coveted, none-the-less. There is one memory of my collegiate days wdiich will remain ever fresh and that is the memory of hard work. Throwing all such bon mots aside as halcyon and carefree, my days at Tech were full to over-flowing with grinding work. Let the Tan Beta Pi members say otherwise. I imagine the old order to be pretty much tougher today. The more progress, the more textbooks. With the present pace of things, it is fortunate the new library had a capacity of half a million books. Should it ever become necessary to expatid this facility, I think it would be more hiunane to expand the college term. This in turn would be easier on the football coaches. The young engineering graduate of today sometimes Hal Homer, Neal Smitti, and Truman Raspberry relax in the now library.

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JACKE.TS TAKING T GERS fOR R»DE. ins for the privilege. Should you hear ttial old saying about the law of average working out in the long run, forget it. Either the law of average takes longer than four years to work out, or ray roommates had a two- headed coin. I went through my first year of Tech with a broom in one hand and a book in the other. These quarters (there is no singular. I believe) were located directly above what was then known as Uncle Gus kitchen, a place where the skillet smoked by night and by day. The walls, furnishings and l)edclothes were permeated with the odor of over-worked lard. It took the leanest years of the depression for me to recall those old fumes and the ships-ballast biscuits which issued daily from that kitchen with anything but nos- talgia. Rumor has it that Johns-Manvillr Stole Uncle Gus ' biscuit formula and put it into mass production. At this I would not sneer. I found this hallowed spot had been taken over by my good friend. Dean George Griflin, for office space. It had lost none of its old charm, and I congratulated the Dean on his discrimi- nating choice of location. He i)rought mr further up- to-date on the progress all around us. With Dean Griffin as my guide we set out on a further tour of the campus, slopping first at a new ( lo me) cofTee hangout known as ' Tlic l{ol)i)cry. Here I had the pleasure of seeing a representative group of the students relaxing over the inevitable ' Coke. Some forty-odd lads and two comelv co-eds (anotlier splendid innovation) were gathered iierc and except lor iniicli shorter haircuts on die men and much longer skirts on the girls, it could have been a scene from tlic twen- ties. The exception being diat this group looked younger than any students I e er renieml)ei ' at Tech. I found a small wave of paternalism engulfing my perspeclive. I had the pleasure of exchanging pleasantries with several of the boys (men) who spoke of their work with engaging seriousnes? f ' dns may have bsen d part to the pre.sence of n y guide). .4Ifeo, ihey . ooiisjderate enough not lo seuson tluiir sentences U.h) liboratiy with sirs. ' As f strolled die old l. v-wavs tailing in iiiuovautms I everywhere, I was filled with pride and pleasure. Bui nothing in my peregrinations liad prepared me for five great buildings I was yet to see. My first view of »■ Civil Engineering, the Architecturai, the Textile build- ings, the Engineering Experiment Station and the Li- brary really floored me. I had the sensation of one who sees a mirage, so fixed in my mind wa,s t)ie old look of the campus of 28. Each was an architectural gem in itself. I was conscious of a tremendous surge of pride that my college had progressed lo these heights. It is achievements like these diat renew faith in a world bent on perfecting destruction. So long as sueii great centers of learning exist, so long will the world be able to rebuild itself no matter what disasters strike. These buildings in themselves seem to symbolize the great needs of mankind in war and in peace. To rebuild, to shelter, and to clothe mankind is the province of the engineer. I was deeply gratified that I had the opportunity of looking tlirough all five of these structural wonders with the kind and competent guidance of Dean Griffin. Here was the latest and the finest laboratory and re- search equipment, spacious, ideally lighted and venti- lated rooms, commodious lecture halls, and, above all these, an atmosphere which in itself will inspire learn- ing. It was not without a touch of envy that I roamed these halls. No classman of ' 28 ever envisioned such a consummation of academic requirements. These facili- ties were as far removed from those of the twenties as the present Ford car from the then revolutionary Model A. This simile prompts me to comment on the sharp contrast in the auto situation here between 28 and ' 5.3. Back then, those of us fortunate enough to have a Model .A at our disposal were among the solvent minor- ity. The T Model was the ear of the day at Tech as elsewhere, and the penchant for inscribing each cher- ished buggy with varied witticisms was universal. I don ' t choose to nm . . . had a ring of the times. I myself was the possessor of a ' T ' I fondly called Roaring Boring Alice. She was a faithful craft in her fashion, temperament being the prerogative of the aged. So it was with no little irony that I viewed the students parade of old and honorably retired cars that week-end. During my college days there were few so proud who would have spurned one of these flivvers now held up to such ridicule. Their present condition would have been considered a challenge to a man ' s mechanical aptitudes. The preponderance of sleek chassis now crowding the campus thoroughfares was a change to be sure. I wondered if this Avas an indication of a greater prosperity than the i)oom years of the late twen- ties or whether it signified a more benevolent generation of parents. Possibly, considering the present wage-scale, some of these cars represented the fruits of extra- curricular toil. Pensively 1 figured it would have taken the undergrailuate of twenty-five years ago three yeai- of unremitting toil (with all expenses paid) to raise the tariff on one 54 Ford. . . . But lookinii back. I do

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f ' liui !iiin fli ' unwillitigly forced into specialization lie- caust of ilic loMstant broadening of the field a a whole. I)ut it might he well to remember that, like the medical student, there is always the real need lor the gene?al practitioner. He is the liai-on man between the specialist and the |)ri)du(lion line. In other words, the man who knows and also can do. During my year in tlie mar- ket place. I have observed thai the engineer with the practical bent i a rarer bird than one would think and highly prized in the industrial field. I have met too many techni- cal men with training and intelli- gence who liave failed practically because of a lack of broad per- spective, who have not Iieen trained iha! a grasp of the whole problem is a necessity in this compftilive era. They have become -uch slave. ' to rule of textbook that powers of imagination are stultified. They are frequently unable to sift the less significant from the significant as affects the whole. Specialists, re- search men, of course, particularly when as toda each field has a lliousand facel.- , but also the man who can link the pilot line with the production line. 1 feel real aliility ir) this faculty to be partially a gift, and where this gift is recog- nized, it should be encouraged. But I am also convinced thai there should be general exercises which will tend to iJeveloj) the muscles of the minds of all engineering stu- dents to stretch beyond the labora- tory and the drafting board. I do not mean this to take on the lone of an address to the graduating class, but I sneaked this into the text as I feel sironglv on these matters. Haiard Reeves i-ikf ifftl Cliff nt l9Si. The great nnditional hero tmeticttn literature created by Horatio Alger is not yet • rnmvleie t ' lV im 0 high taxes and our atomic uay ot lite. Here is a man tcho fits that classic pattern established by the late 19th century creitor of the rags-to-riches ideology. Admittedly there are fete of his ilk left in this tcortd, but the basic fact that there are still some around should give us all some hope for the future. Hazard Reetes received his B.S. in Mechanical Engineer. ! ' ig from Tech in June of 1928 after a better.than.aeerage record as a student, .ifter graduation, he migrated to jVcii ' Yorfi City to sitend six months or so gaining experience before returning to his native Southland to tcork. He landed a job leith a recording company ot $2fj per leeek and became .0 infatuated uith the then infant sound industry that he niter returned to his native area. Today, fust IKenly-six years after his graduation, he heads three large corporations, alt giants of the sound field: Reeves Sound Studio, Incorporated, the East ' s largest independent ound company ; Cinerama, Incorporated, the engineering ' ompany that developed the giant of the 3.0 business ; and Reeves Soundcraft Corporation, a large company irhicb di- rects the operations of a number of companies manufacturing I variety nf products from color television cameras to magnetic film. In addition to these and other business activities. Hazard ' s president of the .Vcir York Georgia Tech Club, and a memt ' er of the Economic Club of Vctr York and the Society •. Motion Picture and Television Engineers, . ' in ardent fish, ' ■rman and ham radio ' enthusittst. Hazard lives in Neu; ey with his wife and tieo teen-age JOns. The horizons open to the sludenls of today are cer- tainly unlimited. He will live to see more wonders than Horalio ever dreamed of. and 1 l)elicve he will ii e longer to enjoy them. I have heard it asked, whether or not he looks to the future wilh optimism and as a challenge. I would not know. However, I feel that optimism or pe.ssimism are slates of mind whirh aic not governed by the time.-. The are facels of the individual per- sonality. Simultaneously, there will be the fellow who says the tank is half empty and the one who says the tajik is half full. I do not think we need worry abcnit the s|tiril of the youth of today. He is of the innnan race and his ability lo roll with the punches is as much a part of him as is his appetite. With i ion and purpose, Geor- gia Tech has kept abreast of tins swift tempo of scientific advance. Today, she has become a fountain- head able to liberally contribute to the ever increasing require- menis f(n- technically trained man- power. The men who have made her such have surely done the world a great sei-vicc les. all this 1 saw and wa grateful that I could see it. My Alma Mater has expanded in giith, her progeny had mtdtiplied in number, but her spirit was of the same durable stuff. Her sons of ' 28; long scattered to the four winds, came back, brothers still, and she bid theni welcome. For that and the other tfiings she gave us in a time gone by. (rod bless her. Haz.ard E. Rekvks Class of 1928 A new fwisT ' Sai b )ert udded tc the tr- dUionial T