Pratt Institute - Prattonia Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Yes, those were the days. There was the time Dick Keirber had a sales special—a few things he had brought back from the Philippines. Two how- itzers, six P.T. boats, and a Geisha Girl! Sycamore'’ Schwab — while everyone else drooled at the girls—would study the structure of the huckleberry twig. A review of the class wouldn't be complete with- out mentioning our boy, George Van Hare. Who could forget our famous class battle cry, ‘'l got the homework right, George, but let me see how you did the last one!''? Our days were always brightened by comedian Ed Van Steenbergen whose last words were, ''What course is this and why?'' Not everybody was happy, however. There was Bob Allen, who was so bitter he wouldn't even answer to his name when attendance was taken. Leon Cherbow and Murray Kabinoff were happy ones though, when they happened to pass a quiz or weren't on Mr. Shaffer's ''| hate you—let’s see you pass now'' parade. How about John ''Shotgun’ Morrow? | wouldn't say he liked to hunt but that collection of instructor's heads was very impressive. Pops'' Hall, however, was different. We was sane. Only why did he want his son to do his math home- work? Probably because it was child's play. An- other member was Ernie Steinmann. His only trouble was leaving school on time so he could make that basketball game. And so as graduation approaches, our little raft made of broken slide-rules moves away from the shore and we see Pratt Institute slowly sinking in the west. Forrest Baulieu Romano Ciuliano R. Bierbower Leon Cherbow Murray Kabinoff Richard Keiber Robert Rambeau Robert Sonntag George Van Hare Melvin Klingher Raymond Schwab Ernest Steinmann Edward Van Steenberger John Morrow Leonard Smith Phyllis Turcott Sanford Zimmerman

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individual, you can bet You've heard the expression: ‘He's been like a father hundred and ten engineers all direc your last buck he's quite a guy. He's not ad tor. What's he done? Here's the man w didn't feel like smiling— the guy who tickled your r when yo exam or post-mortem look—the fellow who always managed to find what you had carelessly lost. If you believe suc is hapiness and adjustment to a way of life, here is the most successful man know. W oudly tip our hats to Mr. Harry T. Smith, Locker Room Superintendent, sixty-e + years young, and we wish him sixty-eight more. To you, Smitty, from your beys. that ph or, or even an instruc- show ow to smile when you ad that pre CHEMICAL ENGINEERING To tell the story of our four ‘short years’ at Pratt is to tell a story that would keep three Chi- nese laundries going full blast, to supply towels for all the tears. But enough of that; let us start from the very beginning. We should all have started four years ago in 1944. However, with the war, sum- mer sessions, and ‘'stubborn'' instructors, nobody can remember when he started. Take Joe Minde who can remember the time President Roosevelt visited the school. (Teddy, that is!) And then there's Phyllis Turcott who stood on a supposed-nylon line for two hours before she found that she had passed three courses, got an A on a lab report, and been on the Dean's list for six terms at Pratt. Oh, but they were jolly days at dear old P.I. (we could easily say something here but no... ). Remember how Dr, Dixon instituted ‘'throw out week’ and tossed cut three pieces of junk before he found out that they were two students and a centrifuge? Then there was that day that Mary, the cleaning woman, whipped an instructor for daring to write on a blackboard. Remember Differential Equations with Professor Thompson. The class was told that it would have to be seated exactly on the hour and could leave ten minutes before the next hour. Two innocent chems'' tried this one day. Several shots rang out from a Confederate musket, and their bodies are now mute testimony as to the advisability of leav- ing Professor Thompson's class, ever!!

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We've got a class and what a class, A lot that we've been through, Remember SMA's, in years to come, We've drawn more curves than you! What are we but our daily thoughts? Can we describe four years in words? We've tried... ... Hey Smitty! What do ya say? ... ''Well, boy, see me after election and I'll see what | can do you. Look at that clock—late again—damn those cinders. Why don't they wet that coal down? Better flick this butt... Hmmm, hit the can at twenty feet. My name's on the bulletin board? .. . thanks Joe ... here we go again... another day, another A... Hell the bell!! “Good morning Mr. Carr. —So small and yet so bighnt . ‘Hold that door!—Here!! Ah-ha . . . things are nor- mal . . . Cup'a Joe getting his forty winks . . . ‘Factorial zero is |!'' Hmph. There goes Dov off to the library .. . Turn that crank man, turn that crank! . .. ''Say Ed would you sort'a give us a brief review of what we covered last time?’ . . . huh, twenty after already . . . ——-Maybe | shouldn't take the time of the class .. . what | mean is — on the other hand I'll see you later.’ O.K. Fred. —'Let's grab a smoke! .. . get the third problem?’ Sure . . . d(x) dx is uh . . . wal’ use Heavisides operation.” Appendix?’ You've got thirty-two teeth. Would you like to try for none?” Mr. Hamilton. Bongo, Bongo . . . It's coffee time . . Can you make that Jersey inspection trip?” .. . Yes— yes, | feel it's worth looking into! . . . listen to that ap- plause. Chow timel!! . . . Bridge? . . . Sandy's got the table Hey Barton—the Venice?’ Naw, I'm sick of that stuff.’ . . . Got the prep?’ ‘Forget it! Let's hop down to the snack bar!’ ——new look . . . old look .women...ahhh... . juice lab? . . . radio? . . . measurements? .. . Who's got carbon?? . . . Anybody seen Runge? .. . get hot boy ... you're not doing the job . . . gotta see those wheels . . . Say Mike! Got an A. C. fuse?” .. . Up that bias a little . . . there it is! Looks good! Meet ya in the library.” . . . ''Right! Have to drop something in the locker room. . . . ''Good-night Smitty!” O.K. boy. Watch out for those horse-cars on DeKalb Avenue. Anthony DeChiara Robert Deichert William DeMange Arthur Dobrofsky Eugene Eberle Eugene Frisch Joseph Grecco Henry Grussinger John Hollwedel Nicolai Buchaca Frank Cilyo A. E. Buchwald Charles Cornell Harold Callan Mattia De Angelo Albert Albro Robert Barton Frederick Brutt George Abjanich Dov Abramovich Harry Albinger