Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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( 4 THE TKCII REVIEW 1030 and the fact that he was under arrest as a prisoner of war. But even then his courage failed him not. He faced the officer with a triumphant smile. “Take me, if you will. I die—for Lin- coln and the Union!” At last the war was over, and by a miraculous turn of fate, Paul and Naomi were together again. They were married, and settled at the old Sutherland mansion where soon a son, Jordan Lee Stuart, came to bless their union. “And now I am nothing but an old de- serted mansion where romance has had its day, leaving nothing but memories—” I awoke with a start. It was growing dark. I gazed about me bewildered. But over on the roof of the school I could see the flag of the Union and the Confederacy flying—no longer two, but one. And as I looked up at the stars which dotted the heavens like beacons of light, the thought came to me that God’s in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.” Concerning College Hazing By James V. Rocl(s, ’3 In a short time seniors of Tech will be wending their way to some college, if they are fortunate enough to be able to attend one. I heir first days will be made miserable by upper-classmcn who probably were very fortunate in making the grade themselves. The ”freshies” are met by these students and are made to carry trunks to the rooms of the upper classmen, speak poetry, sing and dance in the downtown section of the city for the amusement of street corner loafers; they are taken by au- tomobile miles away from the city and, deprived of money, tied to a tree in the woods, or left lying flat on their backs in a ditch while the hazers ride back to the city for more freshmen. It is no con- cern of theirs how or when the student arrives home after a long walk. These are only a few of the many haz- ings experienced by freshmen. It is be- coming a main issue in some colleges to decide what measures can be taken against these ruffians. People have complained that they have been insulted on the streets by students. Principals of schools and owners of stores have complained when freshmen, who were being hazed, were led into their buildings and there has been a disturbance. Is anyone so foolish as to imagine that a freshman is enjoying himself after he has been pushing pencils up hills with his nose to the huge delight of spectators? Has a freshman respect or admiration for his tormentors after he has been through the ordeal? Or has he a deep sense of hatred and revenge for the upper-classmen? And how does the student feel who is a stranger to the state and does not know anyone, or understand where he is being taken? In some colleges hazing of freshmen is forbidden and any students who violate this law are subject to immediate expul- sion. Hazing is substituted by various types of amusement, such as flag rushes, football games, egg fights, etc. There is no ill feeling caused, as anything that hap- pens is done in a spirit of fun. When a freshman enters a college of this kind he is welcomed and not made to feel miserable and in the end the upper- classmen are admired and respected by the embryonic collegians.

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 » THE TECH REVIEW 1930 Three Musketeers of the Air By Merrill 5. Faxon, '30 “Viva la France!” ‘ere’s for Hold Hengland!” “For Old Glory!” Three airplanes sped across the field and rose simultaneously into the air. A Frenchman, an Englishman, and an American, the famous “ 1 hree Musketeers of the Air” had taken off on another ad- venture together. The mere sound of the name struck hor- ror and deadly fear to the breasts of the enemy, and sent a thrill of pride to the hearts of the Allies. Death and destruc- tion followed hand in hand wherever these three went. The trio had fought, lived, flown and done everything together except —love! There were three heroes but only one girl. None of them would confess their love for her publicly, but each had secret yearning for her. As the flyers took off. this girl, Yvonne, stood on the edge of the field and gazed with thoughtful eyes after the disappearing planes. Each time the boys had gone away, they had bidden her goodbye, but this time Bob, the American, had not even raised his eyes to her when he left. What had she done? Had she offended him in her fun- making with the other two? With a shrug of her lovely shoulders she returned to the farm house. Meanwhile, high up in the sky, the three flew along at a rapid clip. Jean, the Frenchman, was whistling a ditty; George, the Englishman, was polishing his monocle on his coat sleeve. (He and his eye-piece were inseparable) ; but Bob sat staring moodily ahead. He knew how his two friends loved the French girl and he also knew that he couldn’t live much longer without her. Suddenly a terrific roar crashed upon their ears! Looking up he saw nine big Fokkers bearing down upon them! A glance to the side showed him that his fel- low-pilots had also seen the enemy. 1 he German formation broke up and cut loose with their guns. Flashes of fire spit forth and riddled the three Allied planes. Bob played his Vickers upon one of the Huns and let out a yell of triumph as it fell out and burst into flames. Then he centered his attack upon another plane. His finger pressed the gun strips and the hostile pilot slumped in his seat, his crate whirling over and over as it careened to earth. Mean- while, George and Jean had each accounted for two ships. The remaining planes then turned and scooted for home ground with the three Musketeers pounding after them. Suddenly one of the fleeing planes dove and came up on George’s tail! Before George could kick his ship out of danger, a round of Tracer bullets imbedded them- selves in his neck! With one terrible gasp the dying man jerked his plane around and locked wings with the enemy ship. Down both planes hurtled and crashed far below! Bob and Jean stopped chasing the other planes and circled down to the flaming wreckage. There, amidst that burning mass was the cremated remains of a plucky Brit- isher who had avenged his own death! Sadly, the remaining two gained altitude and flew on to their task. I heir hearts were heavy as this was the first time a bat- tle had been fought without the three be- ing present. I hen, far below them. Bob saw what they had come to destroy. An enemy am- munition train was carrying supplies to the Boches. Bob wagged his wings and he and Jean flew down. When they were directly