University of Missouri College of Engineering - Shamrock Yearbook (Columbia, MO)

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Z-Ofpi me ' Stf2E1go5jQ Tht au Beta Pi HONORARY ENGINEERING FRATERNITY. Founded at Lehigh University, june, 1885. Alpha Chapter of Missouri. Charter granted in 1902. Colors: Seal brown a CHAPTER ROLL.' D. S. Foster Leo Arms George Luke Vernon G. Cox Robert M. Walker I Fred P. Hutchinson Squire H. Anderson F. W. Floyd . Troy Russel Clinton S. Ferry Alvin J. Accola . Erskine S. Longfellow OFFICERS. . e F. W. Floyd,-President. Troy Russell, Vi-ce-president and Recording Secretary. Robert M. Walker, Treasurer. ' . George Luke, Librarian and Corresponding Secretary. - FRATRES IN FACULTATE. E. A. Fessenden ' T. J. Rodhouse F. P. Spalding E. J. McCaustland L. M. Defoe . Hermann Schlundt W. S. Williams . O. M. Stewart M. P. Weinbachr A A. L. Westcott Kerr Atkinson . A- L- Hyde O8 nd whi te

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' ' JXQN ---XQQL-'E F iw x, Xxiixigfe e' shigqiofk reserve The Rhymes of the Re-Survey By R. Sidney Bartram. PART I. g Now this- is the tale of the labours performed by a survey gang Away in the back of the wild lanes, where nobody cares a hang! . Where the brown bear prowls in the thicket, and the screech owl splits the night, u . And skunks and other blossoms sweet, yield scents of rare delight. When grey the dawn is breaking, your duties 'are begun, Throughout the hours of daylight you labor with the sung And when the shadows lengthen, and the stars are shining bright, You take a shot at the polar star in the middle of the night. You sleep in a dis-used box car, on a bed of boughs of spruce, But there's nothing to get by kicking, so what in hell's the use? You dine on pork and cabbage, 'on pork and beans you sup, And there's pork next day for a breakfast, dish, to clear the remnants up. You pump a rusty hand-car for seven miles down the track, And the sweat runs into your eyebrows, and you long to ease your back. With picket, chain and transit, you run the traverse through For seven miles, or maybe ten, as much as you can do. You sit on a rotting deadfall, and open a can of pork, And eat a hasty dinner, with fingers for a fork.,' Then on you go with the traverse, as hard as you can push, ' Till the shades of night are falling fast, o'er swamip and track and bush. And then you hurry homeward, to the supper waiting-there, And think of your lousy spruce-bunk, and the sleep that knows no care: But, swinging round a rock-cut, you 'make a meet with a freight, And Safety First is a maxim sound, so you leave the Cal- to its fate Ill!