Lowell Technological Institute - Pickout Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Memories — memories — memories of years gone by, H e will leai ' e Loivell and then — return again. For thoughts of an Alma Mater never die. I T is often said that college days are to be forever cherished in memory as they are the happiest times in one’s life. Al- though we, as students, may scoff and scorn and make derogatory remarks about the above statement, we all do admit that, if our four years at Textile have given us any permanent impression, included in that impression are recollections of special interest and significance to us because we were part of their making. As we go on to a different phase of our careers, these re- membrances will fade and gradually be forgotten until a class reunion brings them back to mind. As most of the graduates of Textile are widely spread throughout the industry, it is seldom that these reunions occur. Therefore, in order to facilitate jog- ging the graduates’ memory, this book was designed to recall at a glance the eventful four years of the past. It is our sincere hope that this purpose will be fulfilled. The beginning of a new era as the col- lege student was a never-to-be-forg otten period. For some, it meant the return to civilian life and the struggle to acclimate oneself to the chore of studying. For others, it was the break away from disciplined homes and high school life and environ- ments. For all, it entailed the task of sett- ling down to the business of passing quizzes, writing lab reports, and getting H’s. Can any Freshman ever forget Monday mor- nings, at 8:30, when Professor Dow un- leashed a verbal barrage of grammar at the poor, weary, bemoaning hangover head’’? And from there to a scintillating lecture on the virtues of the epileptic” gear trains. Then, for a Survey of Textiles” lecture in the Hall, with Gossypium barbadense com- peting with a five-handed poker game in the rear seats, complete with kibitzers. There was work, but there were also compensations which more than justified the efforts. Upstream Day rolled around and with it came an exodus of students to Canobie Lake. It was on this occasion that one professor was literally caught with his pants down” as a result of a strenuous effort on his part to make a home run during the student-faculty baseball game. Through it all, his cigar remained in its usual position, oddly enough. There was a frenzied dash for the Tex- tile Bridge when exam time drew near, but this desire to get it over with was soon overcome by the beckoning ’social clubs,’ whose measures, although less drastic than those of the bridge, accomplished the same end results. Return to Textile in the fall saw many changes. There was now a dormitory haven for the homeless and a cafeteria which [ 13 ]