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

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3 y it «Wk •THE i02® E - —.—x T . lERrtrir Sparks The early history of Sparks is interesting. That history begins in the past .summer. You see there was a publication called Electroforce that was devoted to the school. It was a mixture of the Scientific American, the North American Review, the Boy’s Weekly, Mercury and the Christian Herald. The School of Engineering authorities held a meeting and decided to reduce its aims a little and change its form. In other words to make it over intb a little newspaper for the students of S. O. E. and let them run it. This was done. Students were elected from each class to be its editors and reporters. And then promptly vanished. Most of them were never heard from again. Captain John L. Gordon remained editor-in-chief. One day he put out an edition of three pages, saying the fourth page was blank because he didn’t receive copy enough to fill it. It worked. More than enough copy came in for the next issue and at this date, it looks as if Sparks might really have enough copy to go to press every issue on time. SHOCKS Mr. Kienth: “Have any of you ever dissolved stones or rocks?” Mr. Lea: “No, but I’ve made little ones out of big ones.” Mr. Mathews (in Eng. 5 Design) : development of cold heat.” ‘Scientists are now working on the Mr. Krotzcr (calling the roll) : “Mr. M.” M.: “Here!”' “Mr. N.” N: “Here!” Mr. Krotzer (trying to find his place) : Student in back row, just waking: “Here!!?” Hmm-mm.” Mr. Kartak: “If I were to stand here and push against this wall all day, what would you say about it?” Frank Renner: “I hate to tell you.” What does an “unstoppable” force do when you put your eye against it? Ask McCoy, he knows. Blink: “We need brains in this office, sir.” Gink: “I know you do. The business shows it.’ He: “You can’t stop a man from thinking!” She: “No, but the difficulty is to start him!” Page Four Hundred Twenty-four I

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 X'4{M -S’- ...... 'THE fi.920 EME ”' %a i'{$, George: “Those women have been setting there for an hour or more.’ Henry: “You shouldn’t say ‘setting.’ It is ‘sitting.’” George: “No. ‘setting.’ is what I meant. I think they’re hatching out trouble for somebody.” “Of course. I don’t know,” began the sarcastic boarder, “but it strikes me this chicken—.” “Now, what’s the matter with the chicken?” interrupted the landlady. “Oh. nothing.” answered the lodger, “only it is evidently the offspring of a hard-boiled egg.” V k Rogers: “Why have they got that pile of rocks in the nursery?” Pirie: “That’s where they rock the babies to sleep.” Olson was a chauffeur last year, driving nails. First Youngster: “We’re so rich we wash our dishes with Palmolive.” Second Ditto: “Aw, dat’s nutting, cause my maw uses Gold Dust on the sink.” McCormack: “Because you look like a ham, it isn’t understood you’re ' % Swift. m Mr. Krotzer: “Here’s a single problem in every day arithmetic: If a bottle of ink weighs ten ounces, what does a butcher weigh?” Slyc: “1 know, meat.” Pirie has written a little ditty entitled, “You know you’re not forgotten by the girl you got for notten.” “Look ’ere—I asks yer for the last time for that ’arf-dollar yer owes me.’ “Thank ’evins—that’s the end of a silly question.” “So you and Ncxdore are not on speaking terms?” “No. he sent me some axle grease and told me to use it on my lawn- mower. I sent it back and told him to use it on his daughter’s voice.” Negro boy. looking at hippopotamus: “By George! Ah sho would like t’ have dat niouf durin’ watcrmel’n time. A certain lady called up her grocer by telephone one morning and after scolding the man said: va “And what’s more, the next order you get from me will be the last.” “It probably will, madam,” said the voice at the other end of the wire. “You arc talking to the undertaker.” Page Four Hundred Twenty-five