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

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Ii „ . ..................................... == «a TKE1920 EMF-5” jgDilsi P ' — mi.Lif— The king and the peasant alike do their share, The saint and the sinner are found everywhere; Side by side with the sage and scholar so true, All rejoice in the work that their hands find to do. And the Spirit Immortal seems to stand at man’s side, Though the Mortal has passed, it has never died, Though the Mortal has mouldered for years in the shroud, Man’s Spirit Immortal has cause to be proud. Yes; the multitude comes, even those we behold Leave treasures behind them far better than gold. Though the body may slowly comingle with clay, Man’s works still enrich and do not pass away. The spirit still lives; it is only a change From the sphere of his life to another as strange, They rejoice, as they hover above every cloud— 'flic Spirit of Mortal has cause to be proud. A Term V engineer sent the following contribution to Sparks: Mary had an old Tom cat, And it was double jointed, She took it to a blacksmith shop To have his front teeth pulled. The poem was returned with the note that it did not rhyme. It was again sent back to the editor with this note: “Dear Editor of Sparks: The blacksmith did not have a file so that lie could file the teeth and so he just pulled them out.” Wilson defines dust as mud with the juice squeezed out. Kicnth : “What are the two kinds of jokes? Student: Good ones and yours. Who was the man in Term Five who defined oxygen as the thing with eight sides? Don’t all speak at once. Of his love Sandy told the maiden shy, The color left her check : But on the shoulder of his coat It showed for several weeks. FOR GIRLS ONLY There; we knew you boys would read it. Talk about a girl’s curiosity. How about yours????? Page One Hundred Nineteen

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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

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DETERMINATION OF A CONSTANT FOR PASSING EXAMS. F-icrcc lessons. L-atc hours U-nexpected company N-ot prepared K-icked out. j? M The following was noted in the society column of a leading down-town paper shortly before Christmas: “Forrest N. Sanders of the School of Engineering left today for his home in Iowa.” When Sandy returned we asked him about the old town. He replied: “It’s the same old burg, you can't change it. One day I was walking down Main street. High overhead an aeroplane droned, causing a minority of persons on the important thoroughfare to risk their cosmopoli- tan assumption of boredom in frank staring. ‘Old stuff they muttered to their more reserved companions, annoyed by the instinct which betrayed them. The aeroplane droned on unobserved. Thirty seconds later, on the same thoroughfare, a woman attempted to adjust her stocking. The woman was young. It was a silk stocking. Immediately all traffic stopped.” Schrodt’s formula for success: “Fill your mouth full of bird seed, and draw in your breath, and it’s dollars to doughnuts you’ll suck seed. (Patent- ed.) When the clock strikes 11:15 ’tis said. Class five boys are all in bed. Tired from working on dear old Math, So as to not evoke Dr. Yeaton’s wrath; And then the next day when they’re all wrong The teacher starts in with the same old song, “Poor, dear fellows, you work too late,” But don’t quit boys; Math., especially Calculus, is great. THE S. O. E. LINE There’s a long, long line a growin’, From North, South, East, and West, There’s a place awaiting in it that you’ll fill best We are sure you’d like to join us, If you knew what we can do; And we’d like! Oh how we’d like, to make A good S. O. E. man out of you. Page One Hundred Twenty