University of Wisconsin Madison - Badger Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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15 piece orchestra for the next dance, he amended! I move, shouted Miss Garth, that it be amended to Paul Claptrap's ten-piece orchestra! I second the motion! cried three board members. As chairman, said Mr. Lorch, smiling triumphantly, “may I ask for a vote on that motion? III. Professor Peabody's voice went on and on, laying a blanket of dullness over the class, under which they sat in bovine placidity. The grey February morning pushed against the window panes mistily. Then the phenomenon which had troubled him lately, began to evidence itself once more. Other little disks began to turn and play in his head, creating an under' current not entirely drowned out by his spoken words. Oh, Peabody, Peabody! whispered one revolving IV. Please stop wobbling, said Mr. Inchecliffe, “before you drop that bowl on the floor.” Mr. Roberts stabbed the push button before him three times, and clutched the bowl of goldfish closer to his breast. Who's wobbling? he asked belligerently, taking a fresh stance by leaning against the doorway. You are, replied Mr. Inchecliffe. Lookit the waves you’re making in that bowl. You’re making ’em little fishes very dizzy!” A girl appeared in the doorway. She took in the pair with a hasty glance. “Hullo Henrietta! cried Mr. Roberts. We brought you a surprise! cried Mr. Inchecliffe. The girl stared perplexedly as the fish vendors floated disk reproachfully, this is no place for you to be! “Lord, the stuff you’re giving these kids! You’re making old men and women of them before their time!” A new and plaintive note struck in. “Margaret, Mar-garct, what’s become of Margaret?” “And what’s become of Evelyn and Paula and Frederica and that little Miss What’s-Her-Name?” “Yes!” chorused the voices. What’s become of Miss What’s'Her'Name? Dry-as-dust, dry-as-dust! gibed a thin, high-pitched one. You poor old man!’’ Poor old man, what’s become of Margaret? The singing little voices came faster and faster, the spinning disks whirred furiously, fighting and screaming each other down. “Dry-as-dust! What’s-Her-Namc! Quiet! Quiet! all of you! cried Professor Peabody agonizedly. The class looked up, startled. Meeting those gaping, astounded faces, he dropped his eyes in confusion and began to shuffle his notes. With a great effort he began again. in. Mr. Inchecliffe fell into an armchair while his partner roosted on the arm of a sofa, still carefully guarding the bowl. They contemplated the girl for a brief moment, squinting at her in an attempt at concentration. She sat down gingerly and uneasily on a straight-backed chair. We love you! said Mr. Roberts suddenly. Mr. Inchecliffe nodded eagerly. Oh, dear! said the girl. “And in token of it, added Mr. Roberts, we present this bowl and these goldfishes to you, as the outstanding Alpha! Rising, he deposited the bowl in her lap, unsteadily. “Because we love you, finished Mr. Inchecliffe, from his armchair. The doorbell rang. Putting the bowl on the floor and jumping to her feet, the girl ran to answer it. A young man stood in the doorway. Well, said the young man cheerily, how’s Wisconsin’s favorite Gamma Phi? Oh, George! exclaimed the girl plaintively, “there are two boys in the living room who keep calling me Henrietta!

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14 WI SCONS IAN A By Arnold Serwer THROUGH the hot June afternoon Mark toiled. He spaded up half the garden at the rear of the house before he had the good sense to take off the drenched shirt that clung to his back. He worked on steadily after that, until Mrs. Drew came out. She looked at the upturned earth critically, as if she understood very well that there was a right way and a wrong way to turn the clods over, and was going to hold out for the right way staunchly. “Hmm, she said at length. “Thats satisfactory. Now come with nic, please.” Leaving his shirt hanging on the clothes line, Mark Mrs. Drew paid him off, with two one dollar bills. “That’s right, isn’t it? said Mrs. Drew. Yes ma’am, said Mark. “May I have a drink, please? On the way back to Adams hall he last some of his weariness. With fingers wapped in the two bills in his trouser pocket, he stepped along. Coming over the hill to the dormitories he began to whistle. Halfway down one of his shoestrings snapped. He bent to knot the ends together, noticing how shabby his shoe looked at the tip. “Gotta get a new pair soon,” he said, half aloud. Finishing, he rose and went on down. He broke into song, the snapped shoelace already far back in the past. Swinging into the quadrangle, his song ceased. “Wonder where I ought to take her tonight,” he thought, his fingers seeking the bills again. followed her into the house. Mrs. Drew led the way upstairs. At the head of the second landing lay a pile of rolled'up rugs. These,” said Mrs. Drew, “had better be taken out and beaten. Mark smiled faintly. It sounded like sentence pro-nounccd reluctantly. You can beat them on the front lawn. When you're through, leave them on the porch. The rugs gave up clouds of dust at each whack of the carpet beater. Crouching over them, on the front lawn, Mark delivered stern and steady blows, while the per-spiration streamed from his face, neck, and shoulders. The last chore was the hottest. With Mrs. Drew standing in the room below, Mark carried heavy wooden boxes of books up into the attic. Every time he made the top stair, with the edge of the box biting into his shoulder in spite of the protecting towel, with his heart pounding from the nearly vertical climb, and met the furnacedike heat of the narrow slopC'Ceilinged attic, he felt as if his temples were bursting. And then at last, it was all over. At a quarter to six II. Ay, continued Mr. Lorch, sonorously, while the other members of the board hung upon his words, we can say what we like about the unintelligence of the average student, but in our actions they must be con' sidered first. For they arc first! It is upon the simple individual student, the average student, that this great enterprise is built. It belongs to him and it is time that it be returned whence it came! The board sighed, and nodded, while in the corner, Eddie Feedle, Mr. Lorch’s antagonist, glowered heavily. And so, went on Mr. Lorch, fixing Mr. Feedle with a stern eye, “we must remember not to be swayed by the sophistry of gentlemen like Mr. Feedle. His arguments have been used since the beginning of time and always, always they have failed! For they are based on the prin' ciple that the public be damned! Well, my friends, I do not agree with that principle. I say that nothing is too good for the student body that we represent— NOTHING! ”1 move, cried Miss Simms, carried away by emotion, that Mr. Fecdle’s motion to hire Paul Claptrap's nine'

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16 WOOD A systematic program to further the use of woods to the best advantages for such purposes as cannot be better fulfilled by other materials. THE largest and most complete establishment in the world devoted to research on wood, the United States Forest Products Laboratory, looms to the west, a massive mound of gleaming white and glistening gray dedicated to the furtherance of that prime product, wood, in all its forms. The story of scientific research is a thrilling chapter in America's history. Research has conferred on the people benefits untold in new materials and services, new appliances, new metals, alloys, and chemical compounds. Unfortunately, research in one basically important re source, wood, has not commanded the same degree of interest, so that wood has fallen behind in the intense competition of modern materials for markets, while sub' stitutes for wood have been enthusiastically exploited all along the line. Metal homes for the average citizen are actually among the many developments that are being promoted. Against the trend toward substitution, the Forest Products Laboratory opposes the full force of modern research to increase, not to diminish, the use of wood. Its working creed is that wood is not an old'fashioned or out-of-date material; that for many purposes it is the most satisfactory, serviceable, and far the most economical material available to the user; that for many uses in which it has lost place in fair and open competition with other materials, its properties can be modified and improved to make it more suitable; and that these objectives and the creation of new products and values from wood can be attained only through intensive scientific and technical research. History THE need for research in forest products was recog' nized in its earliest days by the Division of Forestry or as far back as the i88o's. This need became increasingly apparent as the exhaustion of the forests in the east advanced. Some study of the mechanical properties of the most important woods, their preservation, and kiln drying were begun at various universities where laboratory facilities were obtainable or buildings were available for the housing of testing equipment. As the research became wider in its scope, it became increasingly evident that greater facilities would have to be provided, and that centralization was essential to the success of the work. It was found impossible to rent suitable quarters with the small sum appropriated by the government. Therefore, a survey of the available and potential facilities of a number of universities was made by the Division of Forestry. Very generous offers were made by several schools but the offer of the University of Wisconsin, which included the erection of a suitable building and the furnishing of heat, light, and power for it, was accepted. The Laboratory was formally opened June 4, 1910, with a personnel of forty-five people drawn from the various lines of work under way elsewhere. General plans for the fundamental researches were effected by them, details of procedure worked out, and much of the special apparatus and machinery which was required for the preparation of the specimens and the carrying out of the tests was designed at the time. In the next five or six years there was little increase in appropriations and expansion consisted of a gradual broadening of the scope of the work and the establishment of satisfactory contacts with the principal forest-products industries. When the United States entered the war in the spring of 1917, the Laboratory staff numbered eighty-four persons; a mass of fundamental data on the properties of wood had been accumulated, and contact with the wood-using industries had been well established. Recognizing that wood would play a vital part in the conflict, the Laboratory immediately bent all its efforts to war work