Stevens Institute of Technology - Link Yearbook (Hoboken, NJ)

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SENIOR HISTORY. ELL, here we all are, Seniors! Or rather, all of us who have been providentially spared by fate and the Faculty, especially the Faculty. As to how we got to this exalted pinnacle of college-life whence we view all creation spread out beneath us, (as other historians will tell you,) we will not inquire, as probably few of us even yet realize exactly how it happened. Suffice it to say, that we are and have been full-fledged “noble and lordly Seniors” ever since that hot day last June when we began Supplementary, How little did we imagine what that mysterious term had in store for us! Having been told that we only had to test on alternate days and having always been reared with the belief that Seniors were gentlemen of leisure, was it not natural that we should come, saying, “Lo, what a snap!”? But alas, sad was our realization! We found instead of an interesting holiday, that the noble and generous Faculty had kindly provided a month’s hard work to subdue our bubbling spirits, and while we were sweating eight hours per day in the boiler- room of the Institute, ‘hey were the ones who were to enjoy the vacation. But we submitted with our customary grace, and were stuffed by the Supplementary knowledge machine under the careful guidance of Jacobus and his well-trained and experienced (?) corps ot newly- created engineers, until our heads and our notebooks were well-nigh bursting, and we were in a condition of wiltedness which can only be equalled by the result of a Webb exam. And when, at last, the vacation did really begin, along toward the hot end of July, we dispersed for a short season of recreation which, we deemed well-earned and sorely needed. 5

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Then the misty curtains of vacation obscurity fell, hiding the class and the doings of its members from view for a few weeks. How few and how short they seemed before the curtains parted again to reveal us shaking hands in the front hall, and starting in on our last year of study with more or less enthusiasm, principally less, as often in the midst of some Prof’s monotonous lecture our minds dozingly reverted to those pleasant vacation days, spent without one haunting vision of the Old Stone Mill and its attendant grinding! To tell the truth, the Senior year does not grind quite so hard and fine, as did its predecessor, and viewed in this light, it does not appear as though the Faculty would drive us into quite such an early grave after all. But, nevertheless, with all due respect to their superior wisdom, and without presuming, on our part, to dictate at all, it does seem as though they might allow us a little dignity, at least once a week, and not make us, Seniors! hustle up to the Institute eve-y morning at nine, like a parcel of school-children to be kept out of mischief. In other respects the hours are arranged more to our liking, and the relief in the after- noons is so great that we are actually beginning to fall in love with Lab. work. This, however, is probably due, also, to the more quiet and less enigmatical conduct of him who presides therein, which is in vivid contrast with the recollections of our tribulations as Juniors with the great disciple of “unknowns,” “Doc.” Yes, in our short acquaintance with him, we have all learned to appreciate Dr. Geyer, as the very regular manner in which trains get in late, and boats get delayed on the mornings of his lectures testifies. Will we ever forget those highly illustrated lectures which go so and so, and are then wound so, entering into his right hand so, and emerging from his left hand so, into the armature so, and so forth. But then he makes up for these repetitions by kindly overlooking those who lapse into a quiet nap in consequence, and at the end disregarding our failings, he passes us all easily in the exams. For this last he will especially receive our everlasting blessing. Of the other members of the Faculty, with whom we were already acquainted as Juniors, there is little to be said. They seem to carry the great burden of their knowledge easily, and betray no change except that, perhaps, each is a trifle more pronounced in his special- ties. Prof. Webb gives more notes to the square of cross section paper than ever before; Prof. Jacobus, writes out all his lectures for us, for which we are duly thankful; Prof. Wood is just as analytical and impractical as of old; Prof. Denton lectures more but consoles us by promising to show us “high art” in Boston on our last inspection trip; Prof. MacCord’s work gives us the same opportunities for “cutting” which we are not slow to utilize; and last but not least, Prof. Mayer in the lab. is even more delightful than in the lecture-room, telling us stories one minute and in the next breath blowing us sky high for accidentally kicking the armature off of his pet magnet in the corner. But do not imagine, gentle reader, from the foregoing that we have nothing but lectures 16