Milwaukee School of Engineering - EMF Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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 T jsr z— THE fi920 EMF 4 ::::y7 ' . „ - SOPHOMORE Tcrrificr of the freshie green. Taking delight in all things mean, Thinking himself awfully keen; The sophomore. Who thinks it fine to be a little tough, And sometimes can't be bad enough ; Who can put up a mighty good bluff; The sophomore. He who is sure to mend his ways, Sometime later in S. O. E. days, Where he finds that hard work pays. The sophomore. ENGINEERING MYSTERIES Where can a man buy a cap for his knee, Or a key for a lock of his hair? Can his eyes be called an academy Because he has pupils there? In the crowns of his teeth what gems are found? Who travels the bridge of his nose? Can he use when shingling the roof of his mouth The nails on the ends of his toes? Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail? And if so, what would he do? How docs he sharpen his shoulder blades? I’ll be hanged if I know. Do you? METERS WE HAVE STUDIED. There is meter in words, There is meter in tone, But the best kind of meter Is to meet ’er alone. The saddest words upon an Engineer’s tongue or pen A two-word tragedy. FLUNKED AGAIN. Pag e One Hundred Seventeen

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 '4Z ?TME 1920 EMF-5 V THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL HAS CAUSE TO BE PROUD. Answer to “Why should the spirit of mortal be proud.” When the spirit has gone to its master above And the life blood is chilled in the dear ones we love; When the rose and the violet grow on the bier Of the frame where the spirit once dwelt with us here; When the reaper has gathered his toll, on the way, Of bright golden tresses or hair silver gray, Sweet anthems we sing, and praise Him aloud, For the spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. In the days long ago, it was little man knew Of the work our Creator had set him to do, Still less did he know of his talents and worth, How he came into life and development with earth. But he rose from his prison of lowly estate, Each hour growing bolder, each day growing great. Each day seeking knowledge, with purpose avowed; So the Spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. When we think of his wonderful record on earth, Since the day our Creator unto him gave birth, His dreams and his plans, all seemed lighter than air. And none to give credit for doing his share. In the bright light of day, or the dark of the night. Over tasks that were weary, his shoulders were bowed, And the Spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. Pie delved in the mountains, in search of bright ore. Each day found new treasures to add to his store; Made roadways on oceans, for comfort of all, Chained the lightning and caused it to answer his call, The force of the waters he framed to coerce. And delighted to conquer each object adverse. All nature he masters, no failures allowed; So the Spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. He flies through the air like a bird in its flight. Sails under the ocean and guides his course right. By the tick of the wireless receives news from home, And, no matter where, he is never alone. Pie talks to his loved ones in far distant lands. All nature he moves to enforce his commands. Plis conquest is seen on the waves, in the cloud; So the Spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. Page One Hundred Eighteen