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

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man ■r- .. ''Vs. SML —, ■ THE 1920 EMF , Can you imagine a better type of specimen to represent the future Electri- cal Engineer than Emil J. Remscheid, who for several years was a close asso- ciate of Chas. P. Steinmctz? Think of it. being in the same office with such a ' At least Emil was in the office twice a day to carry out the cigar stubs. Like all model classes, so has term 2-A its exceptions, which consists of two fellows whose names sound alike. The young men are Conrad Jahn and John John. When an instructor calls on John. Jahn responds, because he thought when the professor said John he meant Jahn. Then John wakes up and tells Jahn that he (the instructor) meant John, and to prove it, John asks the professor if he meant John or Jahn. 'Pile professor says lie meant John, so John tells Jahn to shut up and then John answers the question— sometimes. You must read this aloud to appreciate the queer humor. The peace-loving fellows are Arthur Gettelman and Donald Bach. Both have hibernated for the winter, so if you should meet either one, please don’t wake him up, for spring is coming soon. Oh joy. oh joy. No class is complete without one of those disappointed blonds. Our speci- men is Lyle D. Fordham. He is an exception to the rule that red-heads arc pests, and besides, girls, his hair is just a little bit curly. Not too much, you know. Aside from this, he’s been in France sixteen months, so he should be able to tell you all about the dresses the French girls wear. Here’s your chance, don’t crowd. In the cage to your right, ladies and gentlemen. 1 wish to call your atten- tion to Chas. J. Ilaumerson and Emanuel G. Ebcrhardt, both natives of Ra- cine, Wisconsin, captured many years ago while running away from home, raised on bread and milk, and now being exhibited as the best looking gentle- men in the U. S., including Racine, where they go every Friday night to change their shirts. In my last seance, folks I shall bring forth unto you Stanley J. Cane. Joe Kelly. Louis Ewald and W. Fay Kemper, who are deeply interested in a game of cards. Let me say just here that the last named gentleman is from Mis- souri, where they raise mules and such things. Imagine them sitting around a table with no other light but that of a candle, or one candle-power, so to speak, the beams of which barely illuminate their shave-wanting faces, and their talk too low to be distinguished from the clatter of the feet of Chas. •Bole, who is running back and forth all night long replenishing the glasses of the players with rootbeer. Down in one corner sits Edward Bopf with chains about his body and legs, working the algebra and Trig, problems for these enthusiastic players of the great Turkish game. Isn’t this a wonderful scene for the first act in “Ten Nights in a Bar Room?” Low music, tears, cease! Curtain. Now imagine a large crowd of classmates pounding and beating on my door and crying “Lynch him.” “Put him in a padded cell.” etc. Oh yea, Rc- bcca. my end has come. Page One Hundred Fifty-eig il

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% TEDS 1920 HW; Having done away with the officers of the class, our next victim is Floyd C. Dodds, who came to the cold north from Arizona, to get a glimpse of some real snow. What a grand sensation it must have been to wake up on a cold Milwaukee morning and see the trees and ground covered with just the dear- est and cutest snow he ever saw. Well Dodds may have been rather green before he came here, but he’s learning fast, and from the way he talks about those Indian squaws and squawkees, he must have been “the man about town” out in Arizona. You can’t tell. Rebecca! Walter Goetschius and Carl Ebeling both come from the east; Goetschius from New York and Fbeling from Pennsylvania. • You would naturally ex- pect them to hang together a great deal, and they do. I wish to state right here that Goetschius' is due to bring in some more laurels for term 2-A in the wrestling field, he having been on the Princeton wrestling team last year. Just give him a chance. These be not vain thoughts, but geometrical facts based on the law of sines and cosines. Oh. yea. 0I1 yea. To continue with those fellows who are making history for the class in athletics, T should first mention Claude B. Wright. Ah, what a gentleman. If silence is golden, he must be a millionaire—’tis he who brought home the bacon for term 2-A last fall as the best bootfall or football player in the school, also being the captain of the team. And girls, he was a lieutenant in the army for over two years, was in France that long and shot craps in Germany for several months while waiting to get home. I have never seen him in his uniform yet so I can’t describe him to you. but he still wears his army shirt, so come around if you want to see part of a lieutenant. Then there is James McCarthy. What a lovelv Swedish name—who is one of the fastest runners in the state of Wisconsin, winning first place in a three mile race over the state champion, who came in third. From this you may sec that he is a rather fast boy. although our algebra instructor does ‘ not quite agree with us. Algebra is our first subject in the morning and I must confess that James is very seldom on time, but who could wake up a man with such a name as McCarthy, if he wanted to sleep till ten o’clock. ’Tis now that I have the pleasure of giving you a knockdown to Clarence G. Gasser, of Nebraska, who has only one pleasure in life, namely to talk about his experiences in France. From his line of talk I take it that he enjoyed France alright, but not the army. Like all human beings, he also complained about the “cooties” and one day while in France he exclaimed: “These cooties are an infernal nuisance. I cawn’t think of anything worse, dontcha know.” to which an old Irishman standing nearby drolled, “I can. What if the durn things chirped like crickets?” Ralph T. Hatchett hails from California and says that the T. stands for 'Pommy. He says that that’s all he knows about himself. I therefore had to resort to my sense of observation to find something to accuse him of. The serious charge placed against him is that of falling asleep, during every Eng- lish period. That’s all. Yea. Rebecca, but enough! What would the NAVY have done without Cl-vde C. Randolph from 'Pexas? 'Tis hard to tell. Rebecca, yea, hard to tell. I shall not endeavor to fill this space with appropriate tribute, as Mr. Randolph, so to speak, has been kind enough to contribute some pictures to this department describing some of his experiences while scrubbing decks, etc. Page One Hundred Fifty-seven

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