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

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 THE 1192© EMF - While attending the School of-Practical Electricity he was awarded a scholarship medal. Touching on the social side of our friend's life. I might say his tendencies with respect to the gentler sex are not spontaneous as those of our vice- president. but require a little encouragement albeit, he has been reputed as being “not so slow. THE CLASS EDITOR Although the class editor writes and compiles most of the material for the class section of the annual, he docs not take advantage of the power vested upon him for his own benefit. By that is meant that he does not take the opportunity to give himself wide publicity in the annual. The editor's main object is to give publicity to his classmates; so he writes a line of “gags” about them and gets away with it until the men in question read the con- tents after the annual is published. While we admire his office we would not want to be in his shoes after the publication has reached some members of the class. As 1 have cultivated a close friendship with the editor, Mr. W. F. Hclwig, I hope that he has spared me from performing any unnecessary cere- monies in the near future. Our acquaintance dates back to the days in the School of Practical Electricity. There I had the pleasure of looking him over in his cow- boy outfit when he first came to the school. Yes. he hails from the West; his home is in Great Falls, Mont. Of course, now he makes Milwaukee his temporary home, and while Milwaukee’s famous was still on the market, lie liked to live here. But since the decimal point drinks took the place of the beer, lie likes Milwaukee so much that he spends his vacations in Montana. Besides being a humorist of the Mark Twain type, Mr. Helwig is an ac- complished violinist. During the early stages of his musical career, the neighbors, many times, would ask to borrow Frank’s violin; not because they wanted to play on it, but just to keep our virtuoso from disturbing the quiet atmosphere of the neighborhood. His first tunes were so melodious that they proved fatal for the cats and dogs of the neighborhood. But you ought to hear Frank now—practice makes perfect. Among his numerous ambitions there is. or rather was, one of which we shall make special mention. He once entertained the idea of growing a mus- tache, but after a month’s earnest trial he abandoned the idea. Probably the soil was not fertile enough for such a purpose. In concluding, while we prognosticate a great future for our worthy edi- tor. we find that lie has at least one fault, that is he likes pancakes; in fact he eats too many of them. This may serve as a hint for someone who. in the future, may be interested in his diet. P. P. S. 1 Page One Hundred Forty-five

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...MM m M i%v 1 wmi. ' ’'« «y «Lj’TlE i92d EMF' THE CLASS PRESIDENT In order that one may be a good president, irrespective of the nature of the body of men he presides over, lie must be blessed with an innumerable ag- gregation of virtues among which are the following: Eloquence under all con- ditions: good tempered (on account of the abuse usually heaped oh an ex- ecutive) ; ability to smoke all brands of hemp; and he must be well versed in the gentle art of “shooting crap” as well as have a fair knowledge of “penny ante.” The aforementioned are only a few suggestions but will enable the readers to understand readily, the importance of the situation. Never-the-less it has been our good fortune to find one, who answers well to these characteristics and possesses one of the heaviest lines in the entire college. He has been succssful. while casting the said line, in dragging in an executive position in the American Legion, which he still holds. We, the class, are not unappreciative of the efforts of the honorable A. Y. Merriam and his efforts shall not be in vain. It has been resolved that as soon as we can locate a good, cheap, second-hand medal in good condition, it will be purchased to decorate his manly chest. Y. F. H. TI-IE VICE-PRESIDENT The vice president, be it said with all the respect due his office, has a bloomin’ snap. His duties are to keep still and wait patiently until some- thing happens to the president; meanwhile his enormous salary rolls on and on and the president never misses a session. Our vice president’s chief source of amusement is derived from kidding the waitresses at a certain well known restaurant. The pastime is indulged in by quite a number of the student body but A. W. Davis takes first prize. Many an evening when all was quiet and serene, did the antics of our hero cause some curly haired waitress to disfigure the shoulders of some unsuspecting patron with a favorite brand of goulash, the misfortune bring- ing a round of laughter and snickers of fiendish glee from the entire house. His unusual ability at charming the gentler sex may, however, be account- ed for by the fact that he was in the service of our Uncle Samuel as a gob. Those of the readers who have heard of the reputation of this branch of the service will no doubt understand the situation. As a V. P. he’s O. K.—always silent. W. F. H. THE CLASS SECRETARY Many bright days have been the result of a friendship formed between the .secretary and myself and these enable me to eulogize him with entire disregard of my labors after he has read this. Born in Greece and coming to the U. S. during his early youth, he brought with him a sunny disposition and an unquenchable thirst, the latter quality being the cause for his ultimate permanent residence in Milwaukee. How- ever, in order that the reader may not draw an erroneous conclusion it might be well to explain that it was a thirst for knowledge, and if I am any judge he certainly has an uncanny way of soaking it up. He has been especially prominent in school athletics; especially in wres- tling, (for which he was decorated on the chest) with two medals in boxing, (for which he was decorated on the eye.) -----OKZZZMl ’t ppzzfrrri Page One Hundred Forty-four

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A LABORATORY EXPERIMENT BY TERM III S On a nice Wednesday morning Class III S came together at nine o’clock in the generator laboratory. The experiment was the first one on generators in which one of the new motors was used. After much talking, waiting and running around we finally cornered Mr. Kasperak and got our instruments and fuses. Then after much arguing and rough talk the motor and generator were finally connected up but lo and behold the motor did not move when the starting handle was pulled over after throwing the line switch. Then issued a mighty argument between the members of the class as to what was wrong. Finally Kytlc got angry and said he would show them how to connect it up right. So the rest of us solemnly watched him mix up the connections and connect it over again but when he got through it did not work. Again there was a mighty argument with a lot of sarcasm until Holton got sore and tackled the job himself. But when he got through it did not work any better then before. Then Barenschcr said, “Let me show you how to connect up that motor!” So the boys hung back and let him go to it. He fooled around awhile and finally he told us to watch it go. He forgot to tell us what to watch go but we soon found out as two fuses went up in smoke. As to whether these were what he meant we do not know to this day. Luckily we had some extra fuses so we replaced the blown- out ones. MacIntyre had not taken a trial at the motor but he gave free ad- vice to those who did try and after they had all failed he did not have any more ideas left for himself. Mr. Kasperak was called over and after making a few changes he put on the juice, but this resulted in the destruction of two more fuses. Then he looked over the motor and found the motor connections were marked wrong. Then we connected the motor up again according to our joint ideas and went merrily on through the rest of the experiment. The moral of this simple story is that you should let others do the work and you will not blow any fuses. HEAP BIG MANS You may be interested in becoming acquainted with the large and old man the combined Engineering III. class makes up. Although well proportioned he measures only 126 feet. 6.5 inches from head to toe. His hair is of a medium brown and his eyes are a greenish blue or a bluish green as you like it. He has some feet take it from me; he wears a size 186-50 EE shoe and pays $5,600 a year for footwear. The little hat he wears measures 163 inclis across and it barely covers the gray matter obtained at the School of Engineering. His gloves are called size 190i4 and have clasps the size of silver dollars. Guess what he weighs—well he just tips the analytical balance at 3,495 pounds, or 1 ton. 1.495 pounds. Fellows this man is known as “Engineering III” or better as “The Man Who Will Succeed.” He is yet in his infancy and we expect him to grow to a fair sized man. Today he is but 479 years old and we all wish him a ripe old age. LESTER WOELLERT. Eng.-III. SA '. One Hundred Forty-six