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

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Many enjoyable parties, dances and dinners (free ones) were held; in fact, anything that kept our minds away from the terrible date of our graduation, Friday the thirteenth, was enjoyable. Among the noted celebrities who enhance our class are: Dinty Finnell, the laziest man in the chemistry class. Nib Hurley, the bozo with the ten inch pants. lake Pressman, comedian par excellence. Driver Collins, o Covered Wagon fame. Bill Truesdale, the toughest guy in school. Bob Pinault. our philosopher and master mind. Red Dunn, our authority on what to wear and when. Tubby Woodward, the grouchiest man in school. Dapper Pan Kwan, who slings the meanest snore we ever heard. Yeke Willey, the b st dancer who ever shook a wicked foot. Every last one of us is a hard boiled cuss, for who amongst us can not swallow a plug and not even bat an eye. The class has seen man} ' changes in the school, in the building itself — the new addition — which con- tains a gym. a weave room, and a spinning room ; in the faculty, the passing on of Mr. Hatch and Mr. Payroll. Mr. Smith becoming principal, Mr. Yates and Mr. McEvoy resigning, and the coming of Messrs. Garlington, Manning. Moore. Woolam, Holden, Walton and Glover. e all leave with great admiration for good old N. B. T. S. and its corps of instructors ; also with the feeling that each and every one of us will soon (omitting the first ten years) be men of note. CHESTER M. WOODWARD. [Twenty-three]

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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]

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HENRY COLLINS Phi Psi Pawtucket Higfh School Bis? Dick Driver General Cotton Football 1 — 2 Class Secretary Contrary to all reports. New Bedford got its first showing of The Covered Wagon when Henry wheezed into town behind his six horses. He pulled them up in front of the school for backward boys, hitched up to a hydrant because he had balloon tires, kicked the mud of Pawtucket off his feet, and sauntered in. The records show that Henry has stayed in town only one week-end in the three years, which goes to show how the iron hand of the other sex can control him. He is easy prey for a good looker, on condition that she is a blond. But on the other hand, the girls are lucky, for he is a manly boy, as Horace once said. An revoir. Driver, don ' t forget to grease the wheels after every trip. WALTER F. CURRY Holy Family High School Joe Business M°t. Fabricator Delta Kappa Phi Chemistry Joe came into our midst three years ago and announced his ambitions of becoming a chemist. He first came into prominence as a member of a local brass band, but soon gave that up and settled down to diligent study. His greatest work has been on artificial silk. He says that nobody knows very much about that subject, even to himself. Joe is the original humorist in the small lab, and is also the proud pos- sessor and wearer of the pants, renowned throughout the school. He is one of our shining lights in the laboratory, and we know that he will knock starches and sizings for a row of loops when he gets out in the mill. [ Tzventy-four]