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

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Engineering VIII Banks, H. P......................................South Milwaukee, Wis. Baxter, C. V.............................................Milwaukee, Wis. Bowers, Lee...............................................Marshall. Iiul. Burke, James.................................................Pt. Antonio. Jamaica Fischer, I. C............................................Milwaukee. Wis. Kocgel, A. E.............................................Milwaukee, Wis. Peterson, F. H............................................Chicago, III. Potters, R. P.............................................Antigo, Wis. Rodgers, M. L........................................... Wyaconda. Mo. Smith, W. A...................................................Shreveport, La. Stanelle, C. R.........................................Forest Jet., Wis. ZelImcr, E. R.............................................Tomah, Wis. CLASS OFFICERS C. R. Stanelle..................................................President F. H. Peterson.............................................Vice-President I. C. Fischer...............................................Secretary and Treasurer E. R. Zclhner.............................................Class Reporter CLASS MOTTO “We haven’t missed a lecture yet.” CLASS PHRASEOLOGY “Three thousand ducats, and Shylock bound.” CLASS YELL “Not to-day. I’m broke.” CLASS FLOWER “Autumn leaves.” 4 p B

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BE AN OPTOMIST If whinin’ brushed the clouds away, If you have a word to say; If it made good friends out o’ foes, I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose; But when I look around an' sec A lot o’ men resemblin’ me, An’ see ’em sad, an’ sec ’em gay, With work t‘ do ’most every day, Some full of fun, some bent with care, Some havin’ troubles hard to bear, I reckon, as 1 count my woes, They're ’bout what everybody knows. The day 1 find a man who'll say He’s never known a rainy day, Who’ll raise his hat right up an’ swear In forty years he’s had no care, Has never had a single blow, An’ never known one grouch of woe, Has never seen a loved one die. Has never wept or heaved a sigh, Has never had a plan go wrong, But alius laughed his way along; Then I’ll sit down and start to whine That all the hard luck here is mine. C. R. STANELLE. “THE GOLDEN STAR” “The star is for a soldier, A soldier of to-day, Who heard the call of honor, And bravely marched away. “He went where duty called him, Perhaps across the sea, To fight for flag and country, To fight for you and me. “The star is a reminder, That we should do our part, And stand behind a soldier, With loyal hand and heart. “We pause and we salute it, As we are passing by. For we see the star is brighter, Than any in the sky.” C. R. STANELLE.