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

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iii-ff xx? ' ' shmfoct c 1 ' J fx Q9 Q imturz in ibrime Waters hp ibut with 1 y WISH some one would kindly erase the board while I procure some chalk. I will talk today on efficiency. On a recent trip to St. Louis, I went with my friend, Mr. Hunter, to his Ash- ley St. Plant of the St. Louis Electric Light Co. While we walked together through the engine room he pointed out a vacuum pump from which they got something for nothing. We mechanical engineers believe in getting all we can out of our machines, also in saving the product when we get it. I will not write on the board the name of the Trust Company in Syracuse, N. Y., whose president told me he would gladly pay me four per cent on my de- posits which I would make with him. QThe man who greased this blackboard with his hand, or otherwise, is no friend of minej When I was connected with the Penn- sylvania Ry., in the summer of 704, we bought some dining cars for main line service. At one point on the road where the trains traveled at 80 miles per hour, the bridge abutments on each side of the track were so close to the track that they scraped the paint off of the cars as they went by. At the time that I was employed by the Lehigh R. R. as smoke expert, I designed an engine which would only clear the side of the tunnels by one-half inch. One time when running a test on this locomotive, I stood on the front of the engine with a tool in my hand, we were going at the rate of 65 miles per hour -and the wind came along and sucked me off of the cow-catcher. I will now place on the board a heat entropy diagram. This point is 320 F. Down in the library somewhere is abso- lute zero. This line is ADIABATIC. This word means not diarrhoea. You all know what that means. I have had it. In the home which I built in Ithica, N. Y., I designed and had built the only sanitary, odorless bathroom in the city. It proved very efficient and successful. If you should go into Mrs. Hibbard's kitchen over on Keiser Avenue today, you would find things perfectly system- atized. In the back corner of the upper left- hand drawer in my dresser, I have a list of the things to take along when I go up into the Maine woods to camp. There I will find listed my pajamas, monkey wrench, double acting shears, and many things I might omit if I did not consult the list, which I always do, before I start on a camping trip. Again referring to the diagram I will ask you to note this point up here. It is such a miserable little booger you are liable to overlook it. This line I have drawn an odd shape. This is du-e to the fact that I am talking theory and not sense. Open your Gebhardt's -to page 260. 2 8-gths inches from the bottom under- line H30 pounds. At the bottom of page 281 write mud raft. Page 115, third line, third word: wheat. Write B, t. uf' ceive how Mr. Gebhardt such a mistake. I will examine you on in our next recitation. Good-bye. scratch out I can't con- could make this lecture Sixty-Four

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ity shmoe? ' ' ' y gli the laboratory I-le gave his time to science, cold and grimy The lighter joys of life were not for him. Good-fellowship passed by with jovial port And left him to his test-tube and retort. With men he wore an air reserved and grave And few to him the hand of friendship gave. l..ove's happy laughter or the song of bird Came floating through his window unheard. In vain the summer called from stream and hill, Above his endless task he bended still. Yet, for that joyless work, ten thousands came, In later time, to bless his very name. 'Through him men walked Who, but for him, had lain In hopeless beds of feebleness and pain And babes grew up to be their parents pride Who, had his work been dropped, had surely diedg And to the wards where fever gasped for breath He stretched his hand and closed the door on death. His task Was dull, his life seemed one of gloom, But Love worked With him in that quite room. WALTER G. Dorv. I i m