Lowell Technological Institute - Pickout Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Senior fficer£ Hubert Frederic Parker Walter Erwin Brainerd Arthur Norman Hart George Carroll Libbee Representative to Athletic Council President Vice-President Secretary- Treasurer 19

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Cfje Class of 1017 Ah! well do I remember that day in September way back in the year 1914. ' Twas a red letter day for Textile, and also the first day of Textile for the class of 1917. And what a day! A chill northeast wind blew freezingly o ' er the banks of the Merrimack. Gusts of a premature snowstorm swirled and eddied around us; it was as if the very heavens knew and realized what a momentous occasion lay unfolded beneath them. It was with many misgivings, and much inward trepidation, al- though to all outward appearance we seemed as brave as lions, that we gathered in the library that eventful morning. If we had had a few uneasy fears, they were fully justified, for no sooner had we registered than presto: out on the campus the sophs had us, coats inside out, pant legs rolled to the knees, shoes and caps off! Ah, what a race that was ! Round the campus we ran, sprinting for dear life. Once only did we run the gauntlet, and then, there amid the swirling snow and struggling sophs , there sprang into existence a wonderful sensation in the heart of each fighting freshman. People call it class spirit. To us it seemed a bond, a tie, which had thus suddenly sprung up to bind us firmly to one another for years to come. Like a flash we turned on the sophs in a body. Out of the way, you curs ! Down with them ! Open that door ! Oh! you would, would you? Take that, then! In the twinkling of an eye the sophs were scattered to the four winds, and our first great day at Textile was over. From that day on heroic deeds have been performed, deeds of dar- ing, deeds of violence, and deeds which will place our names in the halls of scholastic fame forever. All these have made the name of 1917 famous. ' Twas a dark and stormy night. Overhead the clouds scudded across the horizon in dark, obscure masses. One could hardly see his hand before his face ! It was on just such a night as this that two daring freshmen crept stealthily o ' er the rocky bed of the Merrimack. What could they be doing? Ah, a gleam and then a flash of light! They seemed to be searching for something ! What could it be? At last they stopped, and late home-goers hurriedly crossing o ' er Moody Street bridge, had they stopped to listen, would have heard the peculiar swish, swashing sound of a paint brush skillfully applied. Suddenly all sounds ceased, a few gleams of light darted haltingly over the rocks, and then all was dark. 21