Purdue University - Debris Yearbook (West Lafayette, IN)

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CONTENTS Page INTRODUCTION ------- g UNIVERSITY CALENDAR 12 Page STUDENT BODY 138 ENIORS - - - - - - - 148 OFFICERS AND TRUSTEE 18 ALUMNI - - - 19 MECHANICAL ENGINEERING 2a ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING 34 CIVIL ENGINEERING - 39 PRACTICAL MECHANIC ------ 43 -TCIENCE 45 AGRICULTURE ------- 49 HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS ----- 54 HISTORY, ART AND LITERATURE 56 MATHEMATICS 60 PHYSICS -------- 63 PHARMACY 66 IN ELIZA FOWLER HALL ? ATHLETIC x FOOTBALL 8? BASEBALL ------ , 03 TRACK IIO BA KETBALL - - - - - - 1 14 TENNIS - - 124 SOPHOMORES - - - - - - 218 FRESHMEN - 220 SENIOR PHARMICS 222 JUNIOR PHARMICS ----- 236 PUBLICATIONS 238 LITERARY SOCIETIES ------ z4? TECHNICAL SOCIET1E 253 FRATERNIT1E - - - - - - 265 CLUBS 298 MUSIC 30J MILITARY - - 315 CHOOL OF MEDICINE 31 r SENIOR MEDIC ------ 350 JUNIOR MEDICS ------ 346 SOPHOMORE MEDICS 348 FRE HMEN MEDIC 350 MEDICAL FRATERNITIES - - - - - 352 CLUB AND SOC1ETIE 358 LEAVIN ' S - - 369 ADVERTISEMENT ------ 3?9 •o? DEBRIS CALENDAR - - - - - - 418

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T HAT fretful old man, Father Time, with heavy slow scythe-sweeps came, Plied stroke after stroke with grim visage, and steps that were tot ' ring and lame ; When abruptly, My Time ! he exclaimed, for his blade, nicked and broken, was turned, :I What hinderance is this? he inquired, then stooped, a dark book to discern. With curious impatience and haste he reversed the cover design, Then sneered as he raised his long brows; his shoulders he gestured so fine. Oh, ho ! Why of course I recall how reg ' lar come these, said he, And with upturned nose he completed, It ' s only another Debris. Light stuff for the brainless, he muttered, deciding to throw by the way That which, but a moment before, had cost him no little delay. But stay ! My old scythe seems to say that this of Naught Seven ' s a gem ; Naught Seven has come to my notice, I should get acquainted with them. The pages were soon turning fast, bright smiles now replaced the deep frown, Then quickly remembered his duty, he raised the old scythe from the ground. His lips to a whistle he puckered, to the tune all his steps kept time, And he disappeared in the distance, a dancing pantomime!