Philadelphia University - Analysis Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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lumni Association TO THE CLASS OF 1948 The Alumni Association of the Philadelphia Textile Institute salutes you as you leave the role of undergraduate and enter the ranks of our alumni. Our alumni 1'oster contains the names of more men than any other textile school in the country, and definitely more men of high responsibility than any other textile school. The last part of that statement holds both numerically and on the basis of percentage of graduates. Old P.T.I. turns out the Hmostest of the bestest. Dig in fellows, you are in distinguished company and let the salne be said of you 25 years hence. But do not forge the fount of your knowledge, join the Alumni Association and keep up your Class organization so that P.T.I. does not drop from your thoughts. Your school has helped you to help yourself in the business world. But there is not a school in the country that does not need the help, personal or financial, of its Alumni. We older Alumni know this and we urge you to think in terms of service to your school. Not now, or necessarily next year or the next, but as you prosper, share a measure of that prosperity with the school so that your sons will be provided with bigger and better facilities for learning. Our best wishes go to each of you with the hope that each will experience the thrill, the satisfaction and the reward in the years hence, or knowing he has done something, large or small, but done something well. ROBERT A. SMITH President Alumni Association of Phila. Textile Institute 54?

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CHARLES B. STEW7ART Ontario, Canada Textile Diploma P.T.l. 1945-43 Delta Kappa Phi t'C.B. the indominahle l'Spirits. Asleep or awake he possesses a very keen mind and is forever accomplishing the impossible. He has a host of friends and once niet, never forgotten. The kind of man we wish we had more of. SHERMAX YVElSER Forest Hills, N. Y. Chemistry, Dyeing and Printing Degree P.T.l. 1941-43 P.T.l. l946-48 AATCC .lust give Sherman, the chemist, a hunch of test tuhes and a mess of fancy apparatus and you have a friend for life.

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SENIOR PREDICTIONS . .. VISIONS SEEN THROUGH A SOOT-COVERED CRYSTAL BALL THE TIME: 1973. THE PLACE: The dimly lighted den of the great medium, Elabud Ben Swami Balmy Salami. SYNOPSIS: It has been 25 years now. Twenty-five years of progress-years of hard work4years of fruitfulness-of dreams long fulfilled. Seated about the Swamis' ,seance table, fingertips lightly touching, repose the ulVIen of ,48,,' or, as they deigned to call themselves, the 'Torty-niners-Minus one. The candelights eerily cast a Hickering glow about the room-and the men of P.T.I. '48 sit tensely, eagerly awaiting the mystic words of the Great Swami. In the center of the table fwhich by this time is beginning to creak and tap out messagesl lies a large crystal ball covered with the dust of years long past. All is quiet, serene, as the Swami arises, takes his seat at thc head of the table and steadily gazes into the crystal ball. Then-Harkl The table isbeginningtotapoutaname...R...O...D...R...A...H...E. 'gMr. Rahe, Chants Balmy Salami, it has been some 25 years since you have left the Textile Institute flate of Broad and Pine Streetsj . Perhaps your cell mates-er . . . I mean class-mates, would be anxious to hear of your work in the mean time. Would you mind if I told them something about it?', Rahe shifts about in his seat uneasily. He tugs nervously at his hair, which due to some latest chemical reaction has slipped from his head to his chin. At last he meekly whispers KNO . . . go right ahead. The Swami looks into his ball-much like a pool player aiming for the five ball in the side pocket. Slowly he speaks-'GI see here a great Pharmaceutical House. No-No-No-not a Pharmaceutical House at that. I see a large modern Apothecarys establishment-a chain of them . . . Be patient, I see the name-yes-yes, his name. None other than the prolific Sun Rahe Storeslw With the uttering of these words, the table gives another jolt-and here comes another name E . . . D . . . K . . . A . . . N. HlVIr. Kanf, says the Swami, I see a flock of playful boys in the crystal ball. They are carrying a sign-a sign reading 4We are the product of a light senior schedule. We are the Extra Curricular boysl' Are they yours?', Kan with a smile on his face, and a face all over the place, gleefully answers uyes, aren,t they wonderful? You see, Swami, things at P.T.I. got so easy, so few plates to mark, so little to do fEd note, Now you know we're only kiddingl that, well, they came naturallylw An excited hum buzzes around the table. Balmy Salami raises his hand, to command silence, and peers into the ball again. HI see . . . a group of men . . . a long table, an eerie green glow., several round objects, some long sticks and a wooden frame. I see faces . . . 'Tis a pool table! Not an ordinary pool table, but one of solid gold. The faces belong to O-T-T-O D-U-R-H-E-I-M-E-R . . . E-A-R-L S-C-H-U-L-T-Z . . . I-I-E-R-B R-O-S-E-N-B-E-R-G. I see lights . . . a weave shed. Can you tell me what these cryptic objects mean? Otto is the first to speak . . . It all happened 25 years ago. Earl, Rosie and I were finishing off a game of rotation . . . I had the one, two, three, four, five, nine, and ten balls. Rosie sank the seven, eight, eleven, and fourteen. Earl got the rest. This gave us forty points apiece, and . . . 4'Excuse me, Otto, interrupts Rosie, let me tell them about it. You see, it was five-thirty on graduation night. Pop wouldn't let us have a playoff, and our last game at P.T.I. ended in a three way tie. It really was fate that started us on the road to success, for it was that game that led to the founding of the Ottorosiearl Pool Table Fabric Corp with offices all over the globe. HThat's right, Herb, agrees Earl. 4'We couldn't decide who won, so we became partners. WCIISIICI better get some sleep-I have a date tomorrow in the side pocket, 60