Philadelphia University - Analysis Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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ROBERT CHARLES SOKOLOWSKI Knitting Diploma Menasha, Wisconsin A solid citizen from the state Where they love to knit tall tales. Socko is sincere, honest and straight-forward in anything he endeavors to do, a great hand with the camera and getting those angles just right. We understand, come Iune and freedom, he will not Wait too long to take a voyage on the sea of matrimony. ACTIVITIES: Photography Club 3, 4: Delta Kappa Phi 3, 4. ROBERT BERTRAM WEISS Knitting Degree Bronx. N. Y. Truly, Mr. Naab's right hand man in the knitting labratory, you can always see Bob on his Way to fix something. With screw driver and pliers, he's just about the handiest guy in school. lust ask the boys at P,T.l. what they'd do without hot lead Bob, the best fuse man in the business, A rather serious fellow with plenty of common sense he never leaves a problem or job unfinished. With such persev- erance, all We can say is, Industry beware . ACTIVITIES: Sigma Phi Tau 2, 3, 4. 78 l

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ClAS8 Any attempt to tell the history of a graduating class in a few hundred words is obviously impossible, however, we shall at- tempt a pocket-size edition. Each one of us has his, or her, own memories of the stren- uous KP! years which have galloped by, some are common property, others deeply personal or shared by a secret few. We who graduate in February and Iune of 1950 have attended P.T.l. during what may well be the most important years of its existence. Following World War II came record enrollments of new students, each class larger than the one before, and to the already sagging floors came more equip- ment to push out further the bulging walls. Then after many sleepless nights and midst numerous, whispered reports came the new school site and the present buildings. His- tory had been made while time marched on, but P.T.l. was in the running too! Remember ? '? '? 'P That first day way back when . . . The smiling faces of the grand Inquisitors Doc's Thomas and Turn- belston as they guided and goaded us thru that mental jig-saw puzzle they called an entrance exam. If you took a good look-see at any of the frosh you were pleasantly surprised that most were as old as you and some a bit older. This was not the type of college man you heard about in other years. For the first few months conversations were directly con- cerned with wartime topics and spiced with that picturesque jargon of the services. Those non-vets must have really been lost at first. Most of us, as ex-G.I.'s, felt right at home immediately, first, there was the long wait in line to surrender our certificates of eligibility or our SS at the treasurer's window, next the battle of Room 303 under the generalship of Miss Krecker. Then the line outside the Fabric Analysis office for our locker key. We staggered to our lockers under a be- wildering load of supplies and awaited the bell for the opening round. Then along came that ole devil work and only remnants of the war-talk remained. Ruptured-ducks headed south and the poor HISTURY civies could breathe easier at last. Now and then a bit of khaki or blue appeared in oz classmate's attire, the last reminder of bygone days. Paint that little lf64 square? Impos- sible! We learned, but fast, that the impos- sible could be done immediately, miracles might take a bit longer. Mr. McLain! Mr. Stafford! Mrs. Weaver! Anybody! This thing won't weave right. But why 840 yards to a pound? Why should we worry about chem- istry, we're not C ci D's? ls that what virgin wool means? If we learned anything the first few weeks, it was a shut mouth asks no stupid questions. We now realize the importance of Iohn- ny Naab's lecture! preliminary-the big dol- lar sign drawn on the board. And, of course, we know now that textile technology is basi- cally simple-as Mr. Giese says, It's just raisers and sinkers, boys! But, Mr. Giese, just because l left out a raiser, is that a good reason to reject this 'beautiful' plate? Let's not forget the faculty's definition of the honor system-we have the honor and you have the system. We made the acquaintance of a won- derful man with a delightfully whimsical sense of humor, Prof. Campbell. Over two years of association was interrupted by his untimely death. Nor will a certain group forget the day when Mr. McLain told a hand weaving stu- dent that his timing, coordination, and speed in operating a hand loom were commend- able, but wouldn't it improve if a bobbin with yarn was placed in the shuttle. Our knowledge grew by leaps and bounds. Mastery of Fabric Analysis blew- up our ego no end, application of dyes to fabrics fand our fingers! proved equally easy and we could even find that invisible fiber in microscopy class and tell whether it was animal, vegetable, or mineral. Then Mr. France confronted us with a machine aptly named the mule Never did a beast give up its secrets more stubbornly. And then just to prove we couldn't identify orlon somebody palmed off a well-worn wool sock with the regular samples in Seminar.