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

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 •szs tfi HP TEE 11920 EMF ....... Elprtrntwljntrian 9-B Conrad A. Bauer. Nickname: Bar. Favorite Exp: Dad burn it. Ambition : To find out why a rotor runs and does not roll. Future: Guess? Clifford C. Cole. Nickname: Claudic. Favorite Exp: Can't I help? Ambition : To grow up. Future: Guess again? Archibald Currie. Nickname: Abe. Favorite Exp: Can I come in? Ambition : To arrive on time. Future: ? Clyde M. Daniels. Nickname: Secretary. Favorite Exp: That’s not funny! Ambition: To get ten dollars to the sixth power and then—? Future: Wander-lust. Myron D. Farrell. Nickname: Duke. Favorite Exp: Oh I don’t know! Ambition: The fourth dimension. Future: 110% efficiency. Peter P. Grosso. Nickname: Tiny. Favorite Exp: Let’s have some harmony. Ambition: Not to get hurt in a football game. Future: Nuff ced. James C. Hendricks. Nickname: Hen. Favorite Exp: Any dcrn fool can see that! Ambition: To get it for less! Future: A nicklc saved. James R. Nelson. Nickname: Battling. Favorite Exp: Ho-Ho-Hummmm Ambition: To keep awake. Future: Doubtful. Jon. A. Talbot. Nickname: Peg. Favorite Exp: I’d as leave. Ambition: To learn to skate on his wooden leg. Future: I wonder. Robert Sutherland. Nickname: Bob. Favorite Exp: Now if I were in Virginia. Ambition: To get thru the S.O.E. Future: None. Robert W. Sussmilch. Nickname: Suss. Favorite Exp: Shove off. Ambition: To get a corner on the girl market. Future: Ambition fulfilled. William Juuti. Nickname: Bolshcviki. Favorite Exp: No-si-RRR-EEEE Ambition: To be FROM Milwau- kee. Future: Politician. Peter Rhynard. Nickname: Wolverine Pete. Favorite Exp: Now fellow stu- dents. Ambition : To quit learning. Future: Assumed. Finis F. McCoy. Nickname: Mac. Favorite Exp: IIow come—Yo All. Ambition : To do it electrically. Future: It’s before him. D. Paul Fitzsimmons. Nickname: Pete. Favorite Exp: Search me. Ambition: Greatest E. E. alive. Future: Stcinmetz’s flunky. Page Two Hundred Thirty-three

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 | .-ras 11920 . «wawmM V . — 11, f PROPHECY Clyde M. Daniels Dec. 27, 1930. 7:30 p. m. Well I am back home again with my wife and family. My wife is sitting on the arm of my chair and our little daughter is on my knee, and a fine little girl, eight years old the day before Thanksgiving. Over there by the library table is our son curled up in a chair, as usual, reading a book of some kind. Looking up at my wife I asked her if sonny still had about half of the public library up in his room. Answering me she .said that he had and that she could get him to do little more than read. So I questioned him thus, 5 “Well, son, what you are reading tonight?” “I am just looking at the pictures in this old E. M. F. that 1 found down in the library. I saw your pictures in it and started to read some of these funny nicknames and things. “Say Daddy, just think 1 will be sixteen next June. I'll soon be ready to go to the School of Engineering won’t I? “Yes, just as soon as you are through high school you may go to Milwau- kee and take a course in electrical engineering.” “I saw several of my old school mates last Saturday in Chicago. “Bring the book here so we can all sec the pictures and I will tell you about them. I came hurrying into the Union station, glanced at the clock, and saw that it was just 8:43. Then I walked over to the bulletin board and I saw that the Manhattan Limited had left at 8:15, so there I was with no other train out of there until 10:30, so T started walking around the station not paying attention to anybody, iust thinking how disappointed you and mother would be if I shouldn’t be on that train. Just as I was passing one of the seats someone pushed a traveling bag directly in front of me and of course my feet had to get all tangled up in it and I fell flat on the floor right there in the station. Well I wasn’t in the best of humor when I got up. not knowing whether to laugh or get angry, for there were three men in the seat who were cer- tainly making a laughing stock of me. Well I just stood there for a few seconds and looked at them before I recognized who they were. I think they saw that I wasn’t laughing very much when one of them jumped up, and grabbed my hand and just about shook it off. Now who do you think it was? It was one of those fellows whose picture you see there in that book. Nelson, C.olc and Sutherland. Nelson pulled out a gold cigar case and gave each of us a cigar. Well we lit our cigars and after taking a few good draws I found I had never smoked such a good cigar in my life. Nelson ‘I said,’ how can you smoke such high priced cigars as these? Oh, he replied. I never pay any attention to the price, I just smoke what I like best. Well old top what kind of a job have you got any way that you can be so careless with your money? Well he said, I am still with the T. M. E. R. L. Co. Yes. I came on up the ladder from conductor to superintendent of traffic. Yes there arc three more of the old class yet in Milwaukee. McCoy is still with the T. M. E. R. L. Co. Say that guy has the world beat when it comes to efficiency. He is chief engineer at the Oneida street power house and every machine and instrument is working at a rate of 99.75% perfect. Every new piece of machinery incoming is given the hard test and if it falls below 99% efficient he won’t keep it. Even his men have an efficiency record of 98.5%. Page Two Hundred Thirty-four