New Bedford Institute of Technology - Fabricator Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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Many a long hour was whiled away with Mr. Yates in Switzerland. It was late in February that the whole faculty got in had with the innocent ones by handing them printed sheets bearing the heading Mid- years Exam Practically everyone, however, managed to survive. Soon spring came, and many a man was tempted into seeing how many cuts he could take without getting his feet wet. With June came to the Final Exams and the summer vacation. Right here several ex-freshmen got their first real blow. Having served one year of their sentence at N. B. T. S., they expected to be in great demand throughout the country as overseers and second-hands. However, after two weeks work they gazed with horror at their pay-checks which bore the titles oiler, waste-man or spare-hand. The summer soon passed and the gang collected at the school once more. It was not long before they were in the middle of such simple subjects as double-cloth and dyeing. The gentle art of re-as- sembling a steam boiler after it has once blown up was also drilled into their none-too-thin skulls. They soon found that the second year work was no joke. Many new tricks were learned as time wore on— among which was the fact that if due care were used, a coffin-nail might be effectively driven at exactly 10 :30 every morning. As the summer vacation neared, most everyone was secretly glad that jobs were hard to get, al- though ' jack is needed to go on a two-months ' bat. Once more the learned bunch collected, this time on their final stretch. It was surprising how quickly time passed. Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went like a package of butts in front of school. Before they knew it. the class of 1922 w r as through with the old N. B. T. S. and ready to do up the world. MALCOLM CAMPBELL.

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HISTORY OF SENIOR CLASS ON the 8th of September, 1919 a bunch of would-be mill supers, designers and chemists blew into New Bedford from over the U. S., Canada, Norway, China and Rhode Island. Upon arriving at the school they were at once ordered to park themselves in the library until further notice. It was while they were in there that everybody asked everybody else the questions Where are you from? and Do you know -? After an hour or so of this they were herded into room 4. Here it was that for the first time they had it drilled into them that anyone taking any more than three cuts or six tardinesses would be liable to have to kiss the inmates of 1146 Purchase Street good-bye forever and that anyone found enjoying the use of tobacco in the building would be sentenced for life in the States Prison. For the next few days a freshman could be spotted as the bird who wandered aimlessly around the school with a catalogue in one hand and a schedule in the other. By Thanksgiving about every frosh prided himself on knowing the difference between a loom and a sheet of analysis paper. The only thing he didn ' t thoroughly understand was analysis. That was about as clear as piano tuning is to an Eskimo. Many a first-year man had visions of himself admiring the mural decorations of a padded cell at Taunton and telling the world he was Napoleon ' s grandfather, after a couple of hours ' battle with analysis. Christmas didn ' t take long in coming and with it the two weeks vacation. Right after this the class of 1922 got its first taste of winter in New Bedford. Nearly everyone began wishing he was somewhere else. Some gazed at the scant foot or so of snow and said they wished they were up in God ' s country and five feet of snow, while others gazed at this same foot of snow and longed to be in God ' s country — so far below the Mason-Dixon line that the natives think snow is some kind of breakfast-food.

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ELBERT V. ADAMS Diz — Eva Taunton Hie ' h, Mass. Phi Psi General Cotton E. V. will try anything once — bar nothing. Hence the name Diz , a name that fits him as an oyster does a stew. He knows every female in the city by her first name. Every instructor knows that he is a reliable worker. His marks have always soared, especially in Cooler class where he rivals Munsell himself, and when he leaves N. B. T. S. you can be sure no grass will grow under his feet. Good luck Diz, Duff ' s Hall will miss you. Franklin, Mass. Rehabilitation HILMER H. ANDERSON Andy Delta Kappa Phi General Cotton Andy is a good natured sort of fellow and his location can always be found by following the sound of his laugh. The reason for these outbursts of hilarity is unknown, although we think the stories Charlie tells him has something to do with it. Andy underwent the usual razzing which always occurs when one of the bunch loses his mind and tells the parson I hope to tell you I do. We don ' t know how he will get along without Charlie when he leaves school, but we ' ll take a chance.