Lowell Technological Institute - Pickout Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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cc A crz £ J £ O 1 Class of Nineteen Hundred and Seven Past Officers Freshmen Year George Everett Mayo Herbert Ralph Southgate Francis Everett Storer Karl Arthur Bicknell William Walker, Jr. President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Athletic Council Junior Year Daniel Power Knowland Jacob Benjamin Ehrenfried Eugene Close Woodcock Charles Henry Stott William Walker, Jr. Presiden t Vice President Secretary Treasurer Athletic Council [27]

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ettmfi Class of Nineteen Hundred and Seven Offi icers Spencer Howard Haskell . Karl Arthur Bicknell Eugene Close Woodcock Roy Ward Kinne Paul William Stursberg . President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Athletic Council [26]

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g L ' oA icr-U-X J S O 1 Chronicles From the Archives of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Seven Prologue In compiling the chronicles of our illustrious Class of ' Oughty-Seven (by no means an insignificant task), we include the following pathetic incident, which, although having no immediate bearing upon the subject, contains much heart interest. The scene is laid at the supper table of our Class President some fifteen years ago. Father is perusing the newspapers, while little Spencer, his appetite satisfied, is painting pictures upon the tablecloth with his dessert. Presently father speaks: I read here of a mill agent who receives a salary of $25,000 yearly. Little Si ceases his artistic work and looks up in astonishment, which finally finds words : Favver, O favver, he cries, when I grows up I wants to be a nagent, too. As far as we can see this is the only motive which prompted him to become a member of our class. Chapter One PERHAPS everyone recalls the invasion of our Alma Mater by the remarkable Class of ' Oughty-Seven in the fall of the year of nineteen-four. To say that it was anything but an invasion would be putting it mildly. We literally took the place by storm, and the force of our onslaught so dazed the Sophs that their hazing of our sturdy band was a mere farce ; in fact, so much so, that instead of accomplishing the desired results it produced in us the feeling that we could put it all over them, but only our regard for their feelings forbade us. We were just becoming acquainted with the nature of the duties ahead of us when our minds were again taken from our work, and we were excused one afternoon in early October, to be rounded up in [28]