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

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EXHIBITION ROOM [Twenty]

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CLASS HISTORY HREE long- years ago, Tex was blessed by receiving the best bunch of intellectuals that ever entered into its mysterious depths. We came bright and fresh, glorying in the fact (so we thought) that nothing more or noth- ing new could be crowded into our wise and aged brains. Oh! how old we felt, for we were now in COLLEGE. Now, as we are about to leave, we feel far older than we ever thought a man could feel, also with the realization that what we have learned is merely a drop in the bucket compared with that which is to come. Our first w r eek in school brought us down to earth with a thud, many of us thinking that we had landed on a picket fence. Ever since that first Aveek, we have been slowly but surely climbing out of the rut of ignorance, thanks to those men, our teachers, who have so ably guided us, and who, in fact, have often wished that they could push us. Let us ramble back to that first and glorious year which we spent here. Our first remembrance, in the line of activities, is the football team, which was made possible because of the excellent material to be had in our class. Basketball and baseball followed in their order, with our men very numerous in these teams. Many of us joined the fraternities and entered into the social life of the town with a bang, once we got acquainted. The boys upon seeing some of the town ' s most be-u-ti-ful girls decided immediately that the school could not have been more strategically placed ; the girl back home was forgotten but we were soon in the toils of another, and we don ' t mean maybe. During the first summer vacation, we piled roving or fed the horses ; this, for us, Avas a terrible blow, as we thought that the least we could do would be to take the place of the super while he was away on a vacation. We wended our way painfull} ' thru the second year, th e hardest of the three, with many a groan and a curse, but nevertheless, most of us were still on the spot when the bell rang ending the second round. This last year, the best of all, has flown by with ever increasing speed, days flying as swiftly as the sea gull dropping from his lofty flight to take a look at the fair ones in swimming at Fort Phoenix. ITwcnty-tzvo]