Lowell Technological Institute - Pickout Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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PICKOUT, 1906 Our flight through the breaker picker, was all too short and it was with remorse that we scattered in June, some to hustle picker laps at the Massachusetts or scour the fleece at Lewis ' , while the more fortunate basked in the sun at their fav- orite summer resort, and others left us not to return. Intermediate Picker T - ' T was with a different feeling that we met in the corridor on our return in September, 1904. Many faces were missing, but those who were there fully appreciated the warm greeting toward each other. After relating the summer ' s experiences and the telling of many of a wild tale we started to take charge of the freshmen. What a tickled feeling we experi- enced, to know that our opportunity had come at last to square up the old scores of our reception by ' 05. Our sympathies were aroused when we witnessed the scared expressions on the children ' s faces, so we decided to treat them tenderly and consequently let them off easily. After finishing the freshmen there was little excitement. However, a flame was kindled after the football victory of our old rivals, the high school alumni, and some of us still have a Quaker Oats, or other car sign, to remind us of the return from the Fair Grounds. The football season ended, rough-housing was in order and it was improved upon in wonderful manner over previous 25

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PICKOUT, 1906 Principal Crosby welcomed us with his ever ready smile arid volunteered to preside at our first class meeting soon after which Barnett taught us parliamentary law, and in a voice that echoed like distant thunder exclaimed, Gentlemen, there is a motion before the house ! ' ' However, it was left to Ben Shaw to guide us through that first year, and although Ben did not know what to do when there was a motion to be put to vote, he always found a way to ad- journ, for, as he would say That ' s the most important thing, anyhow. ' ' We were well represented on the football team our first year and in fact can claim a majority of its members for the three years as well as two captains. It was in Chem where many of our associates met their Waterloo, but we can blame no one when our great ' ' con man, ' ' F. Cook (ie) was known to rise up and describe ammonia as an odorless, tasteless, white colored liquid. What a cinch it was to vault out of the Mech. room on a fine spring morning, when Perk was-er-explaining-er- the -er compound er-lever, with his back to the class, and hold a pri- vate session on the river bank. Don ' t forget the time Fritz was told to leave the room for asking him what time it was by his watch. We wonder why. How some of us miss those Saturday nights at the fight, and the old time Huskin ' bee. Those were the days when gathered under the arch we heard of Brook counting the ties and Fritz paroling Merrimack street, as Hockenheimer the rich man. 24

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PICKO UT , 1906 years. Hotel Edwards, 197 Pawtucket street, was the center of attack, and midnight encounters became a custom. Many a fortune was won and lost at the Textile Monte Carlo between Sunda} evening and Monday morning, and an occasional bath robe parade to the Spa served to break the monotony. Chadman Hall was also the scene of many a rampage, and with the odds of five freshman against three of us, ' 06 held its own in the nightly carousals. But this is not to be wondered at as it is merely an example of how we have eclipsed our an- tagonists in all things. We were well represented at the opening of the roller- skating rinks, and few who saw him will ever forget Curtis with a skate on for the first time. There was more than one dent in the floor. How weaving did suffer Friday afternoons, for it was then that the fair sex made their appearance. Then came the memorable Dartmouth game after which everyone was filled with the inspiration of a Lowell Textile toot. It was a night never to be forgotten, as was also the morning after. Baseball required our attention till time for the finals, after which we gathered to see the upper classmen leave us. Finishing Picker T OR the last time we again assembled to greet our alma mater as the class of nineteen hundred six. Many were the missing .picks, but we still numbered well as compared to succeeding classes. ' 05, fearing a hard winter, 26