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

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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

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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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 Wanted: A pretty girl to write to. Must be 16, rather fast, and every thing.—Woellcrt. Bargain: Engineering III. English class to be disposed of. Inquire of A. C. Ball. Wanted: A vest pocket cuspidor for special use in classes. Will not stop at price. Answer P. D. Q.—A. W. Merriam. Eor sale: Beautiful little story entitled “Why Ionians Make You Cry.” —A. C. Norcott. School for T. M. E. R. L. street car ticket snatchers. Class hours any time.—Prof. Smutty Fulton. Information desired: Who was the guy that thought that in an electrical circuit the juice went one way and the c. m. f. the other? Just out: New book on “Mow Wops Beat The Street Car Conductors.— Poage. Did you ever see: Gob Merriam keep quiet at a meeting. Leonard Kuhn pass a pretty girl without missing several heart beats. Shinkle with his reports up to date. W. Berta Smith without Brauer. Noqueira in school every day. Norcott play football. Top sergeant Bernice Tolbert's little techs, step lively when he comes in view. Pete Stathas without his winning smile. Woellert paying strict attention in class. Our noisy ones Higby and Seaman. Our little fellows: Poage. Meeker. Helwig and Adelsberger. Mow bold Arthur Davis is when reciting. Little as assistant drawing instructor. Jackson stay away from church. Ballard agreeing with Mr. Ball. Hentershee very excited. Our class as a whole. Well give us the once over. Very ambitious: Shinkle thinks that after he finishes the S. O. E. he will apply for position as office boy for Dr. Steinmct .. Teacher: Willie, how many kinds of turtles arc there? Willie: Two, Miss. Teacher: Name them. Willie: The mud turtle and the other kind. JAY B. SHINKLE, With able assistance of Lester Woellert and Leonard Kukn. Page One Hundred Forty-seven