Ohio Mechanics Institute - OMIA Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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that Mr. Ecker was one time experimenting with certain chemicals, endeavoring to discover a new loud explosive. The formula he finally arrived at did not turn out to be an explosive, but it did make a good dye, old-rose in color. In a way the experiment was a huge suceess, for the color was loud enough t for anyonets taste. Mi, The lecture is usually over H il I before the period ends, and as I L ii :1 leave the room I always notice the second-year intensive men t iim crowding around the door of the physics room. Mr. Muncy, who is a fine, jolly, and very talk- ative man, is instructor in that department. He must have something interesting in that room to cause the fellows to crowd around in such a manner. The machine-design room in on the same hoor, and I go in there for the last period of the day. I enjoy watching Mr. Frey, who is the instructor in design- ing. He is full of action as Billy Sunday at a prohibition meeting. One afternoon while he was giv- ing a talk on bevel gears, I counted the times he crossed the room, and, after figuring up the distance, found that he had walked just three miles'in thirty-five minutes. Fresndeh+5 Office w 'J If I can get by President Faig with- out being caught- . Well, it will be only fifteen minutes until the last bell rings. As it has been a busy day, and'I hate to be the last one out, I think I shall leave. If I can get past the office without President Faig catching me, I shall be on my way. Gee! but this is a hard life. eW. W. Prine. HOW,S THIS ONE? One day Susan Jane Stanage driving her car looked both ways before pulling away from the curb. Three t3i traffic cops, five t5i ordinary policemen, nine GD truck drivers, thirteen UFO pedestrians, and USU men driving machines dropped dead. Mr. Ecker: Late again, Schuster. Bud: Not a word, Doc, so am 1. Cop: ttSay, whaddaya think yer doin? This is a one-way Street. Bechtel tsteering' his motor-cycle against the currenti: Well ainit I going just one way'V Mr. Thayer: What tense does this illustrate, tI have a million dollars ? Class: ttPretense! She: You make me think of Venus de Milo. He: But I have armsf She: ttReally?

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criticism on the instructors and the poor manner in which the school is being conducted. Upon entering the dining room one never fails to observe a young couple, who, all by themselves, occupy a large table near the center door. I wouldn't mention any names, not for the world, but -about 12:54V2 the seniors combine in a home run slidee Du Brul will probably know to whom I refer. For the past few weeks, Bill Schanson, millionaire newshoy and Itbear of the Sophomore class, has been eating with us. He has changed his favorite remark of these guys make me sick to Ilthese pies make me sick. After lunch, we all go down stairs and crowd around the front entrance. We often block the front doorway, but no one seems to mind the inconvenience, especially Mr. McDiarmid tMr. Macl the Hgrand old gentleman 0f the Institutef He is always ready with his, HHow do you do, gentlemen, and his cheery smile as he passes in or out. As it was raining today, Koehler tCuteyl came down to exercise his marcel wave. He claims that he gets it from standing in the rain. No doubt he tells the truth; I am sure I wouldnlt accuse him of put- ting a curling iron on his hair. Oh, 110! When Mr. Richard tSir Dickyl came back from lunch-he doesn : eat at the school; he has Itlunchh at liThe VVheellteseveral of the Sen- iors, Who were standing in the entrance, accused him of doping the candy that he had left in his desk that morning. I knew that Mr. Richard had a sweet tooth and ate candy all day, but I never would have thought him guilty of such a mean trick. Illl bet the Seniors will buy their own candy in the future. Just before the bell rang, Mr. Johnston tRedl and Mr. Tatum UVIike Angelol came strolling out 'Walnut Street. By the way, the boys would like to know where Mr. Johnston goes for his mid-morning smoke. They say he just has to have it. Mr. Tatum, as usual, was reading The Memphis Commercial Appealfl He claims it to be the largest paper ill the South. Thatls all right, HTate.u In German mon- ey a one-hundred mark note looks like a sign-board, but it doesnit mean anything. We are allowed five minutes to get to the Class room after the twelve-flfty bell rings and we take full advantage of those five min- utes. About fifty-four and a half minutes after twelve the chemistry class combines in a home-run slide from the elevator to the chemical laboratory, where Mr. Ecker gives a lecture on chemistry. We are supposed to go there to hear the lecture, but in reality we go to gaze in awe upon Mr. Ecker's old-rose-colored socks. I understand

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