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

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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]

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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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4 English 1 1 luh School EDWARD F. DUNN Red Carrots Baseball 1—2—3 fe w I ' ln Psi „ mi i ' si licral Cotton , rextile school woke up one morning three years ago to find that it had on its roster, this collegiate chap from Roslindale. Soon after his arrival here lessons and hooks were forgotten, and all the boys studied under his tutilage, how to be collegiate. His whole three years were taken up in bobbin throwing, indoor golf and in trying to ascertain whether or not Hardy ' s girl reads a magazine or a newspaper. Red is a great Ladies ' Man, as he certainly gets the ladies. His nerve combined with his good looks (?) got him in with the most prominent families in Xew Bedford. Xext year Red intends to hit for the south, and you can bet on Red making good. EVERETT G. FINNELL Xew Bedford High School Dinty E. G. Football 1 — 2. Class Treasurer. Delta Kappa Phi Chemistry This likeness is none other than that pride of the Chem. Lab. and des- pair of all the fair maidens. Dinty Finnell, R. C. What the R. C. stands for any chemist knows, but they ' re a clanny bunch and we couldn ' t get it out of them. Dinty tosses a mean basket with the K. K. K. — but Mr. Brooks can toss him for a fall anytime in advanced Organic. He reached his real stride last fall, when he worked up to an M. S. D. degree. (Master Sock Dyer.) Dinty contributed considerable to the wear and tear of the floor at Little Bournehurst. but that ' s all over now, and we expect great things of him. even if he does think that photographers still use head-clamps. Tiventy-fivc1