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

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 «j w 4 -i3MEjp20 EHF -.J5SS M ri Ve have all heard of small towns producing great men, but Barron, as the name implies, has been unable to fulfill his duty to the world. It is the hcighth of Blassingham's ambition to return home to his fellow strugglcrs and show them that his birthplace and home at least produced the makings of a great man, surpassed only by Will. Jennings Bryan. Blassingham is an ardent worker for the cause of grape-juice. He was Creston's donation to us, so we must keep our watchful eyes upon him. We lost track of him the second week in January, and Rip Van Winkle had absolutely nothing on him when he returned to our midst. His beard was shaggy and his knees were weak, and we thought he had contract- ed the dreadful sleeping sickness. Fellows, keep your eyes on “Daddy” Davis and don’t let him stray out too late another night for fear we lose him. When it comes to making connections and applying O. K.’s, we all take off our hats to Ellison. But his ambitions will never be satisfied until he is Eddy’s assistant in Prof. Bovee’s office. They are both good men—do nothing but work—that’s the reason we know so little about them. Wickus is a lad whose middle name should be punctuality. He knows the State St. car schedule better than he knows Ohm’s Law. One thing he does miss and that is his train connections at Madison. How he comes to miss this particular connection with only a fifteen minute interval between trains is something that he will not explain. Ralph is another one of the our boys who has to go home every week-end, so we imagine that it is rather in- convenient for him to miss his train every time. He has our sympathy, and if he wishes our congratulations we will be glad to extend them to him. Z is for Zeunert. who lives in Cedarburg. We were never in Cedarburg, but it must be quite a place, for “O. W.” sometimes takes a little trip up there. Eugene will surely be a good engineer. He is also getting to be quite a social personage, but lie still gets a little fussed while introducing his friends. Rogers had been in the habit of excusing himself from Mr. Bovee’s class as he had taken the work already. One day as he was about to leave Mr. Bovec said: “You’d better stay in class, Rogers. You might learn some- thing.” Have you noticed how privileged Alborn is in Mr. Bovee’s class? always has a front seat. Reason: caution. He One day in the lab. Huebner was reading the volts across the armature of a machine under test. About half way through the test it was found that the voltage would have to be changed from 240 to 120. Huebner had been reading the volts as 148. and when the change was made to 120 the meter did not change at all. Huebner had connected the leads across the field and was wondering what the-trouble was. “How did you come out on that surprise exam?” “Oh! it knocked me cold.” “How is that?” “Somewhere below zero.” Page Seventy

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f rj sssSSSs THE i92d EMF-5' ................... Oiljp Number “I U$= SSKhM ■w y V The game is to watch the number thirteen and notice how it worked it- self into my army experience. This is all taken from my personal record: Before I was called into the service I was attending the S. O. E. In April, 1918, my number was reached in my district; the number being 858 (13x66). After receiving my notice J at once made arrangements to leave the city, and on the way home 1 crossed Lake Michigan for the 13th time. On April 26th (13x2) 1 became a number, instead of an individual, in the National Army. 1 was sent to Camp Custer, where they assigned me to 13th Co. 160 Depot Brigade. From here to Headquarters Co. 338th (13x13x2) Infantry, which was a part of 169th (13x13) Infantry Brigade. Saturday, July 13th, 1918, the 338th Infantry left Camp Custer. The train that carried the Headquarters Company, as part of its load, contained just 13 cars. I stayed a few days at Camp Mills, Long Island. New York, theA went to the Transport “Orca;” well 1 remember the name. This boat was one of a convoy of 13; sailed from New York harbor just 13 weeks from the time I had become a soldier. The voyage from New York to Liverpool took 13 days. If it was the number 13 that caused the slip and sent me to France in- stead of northern Russia, as had been the plan, I am satisfied. Passing into France, the 338th Infantry took up its headquarters in a little town south of Paris, by the name of Tancere, on the 13th of August. The following day found me in the hospital there; it was a French hotel. My room was No. 12; I was confined there for 13 days. A few days with my company proved that I was too weak to stand the grind, so back I went to the hospital. This time my room was No. 14. There was no No. 13. It is a difficult proposition to find the No. 13 in any French hotel. I was not haunted by this number for some time after that, but was lucky enough to receive my discharge in France, at St. Aignan on May 7th, 1919. From here I went to Paris to live. I made that my home for eleven weeks, through the months of May. June and July. One more week at St. Malo and still another at Brest makes a total of 13 weeks from the time of discharge till I sailed for home on the “U. S. S. Northern Pacific.” I did my final checking out, which made me once more a free man. on August 13th. 1919, just 13 months from the time I left camp for parts, at that time unknown. I returned well and happy, having had a wonderful trip. Can you blame me for betting all I have on No. 13? Yes, I will throw in that other quarter. L. A. E. There was a young man named Dave, Whose face caused the girls to rave; But his baby doll cried : “Go away and hide ; Your mouth is like Mammoth Cave.” Page Seventy-tv. o