Utah State University - Buzzer Yearbook (Logan, UT)

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JOSEPH WILLIAM JENSEN, S. B., Professor of Irrigation Engineering. Some years ago, in Newton, Utah, the Jensen home welcomed a little visitor, now Professor Jensen of the Agricultural College of Utah. When not so old as now, he is yet young, he persuaded a maiden to share his purse for life. Very likely she didn’t know him. However, he had been a student of the A. C. U., receiving his degree in civil engineering in the spring of 1 900,—a high recommendation. After graduating from the A. C., he spent a year at Harvard, at the conclusion of which he was given an S. B. in civil engineering. Returning to Utah again, he was Professor of Mathematics at the L. D. S. for two years. To us, one of his interesting positions was that of Assistant Professor of Civil Engineering at the Agricultural College from 1903 to 1905. He then taught at the B. Y. C. for two years. Hence the saying, that he is an all around” man. JOHN T. CAINE, III.. B. S., M. S. A., Professor of Animal Husbandry. Some men believe in standing on their merits. Professor John T. III. says he believes in standing on his feet, and heartily affirms Solomon's maxim, With all thy getting get understanding.” It is also reported that he much admired the woman, who. one night, upon receiving a solicitous inquiry, replied, No thank you. I can walk.” Caine turned away perplexed. Ten days later, he was heard to’; soliloquize, I wonder if that young lady t hought I intended to carry her.” Me received his B. S. in 1903. and the same year entered the Iowa State Agricultural College at Ames where, in 1905, he was given an M. S. A. However, all his capers and fun are now matters of history, things of the past with the joy of recollection hanging over them. Even the winter’s romance with Babette is now surrounded with that same mellow halo of the cherished gone-by, and, as he sits in his lonely bachelor hall, he muses and dreams Of an Old Sweet-heart of Mine,” 22

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FRANK RUSSEL ARNOLD, A. B., A. M., Professor of Modern Languages. )HN vi Frank Russel Arnold, a blacksmith by stature, entered Row-doin College and, after a course in football and letters, received his A. R. Desiring to see the outcome of a series of diabolical” plots against his secure celibacy, he remained in college until completely disgusted with feminine frivolity and artfulness. Thereupon, the married members of the faculty voted him an A. M. The longing for a help-meet, however, was too great., and in 1895 he betook himself to Europe. At Goettingen, he studied, and searched through all the land. He found the maid he wanted then begged he for her hand. Smilingly she heard him, and his heart swelled high with pride. Rut she, a Rlue Old Teuton”, refused to be his—a Yankee’s bride. Cincinnati became his home but the love wound healed so slowly that after four years he decided that a change of climate was imperative. lie came west, t hereforc, to teach languages in the University of Utah. At the end of two years, he game to Logan and to-day is the alert capable Professor of Modern Languages at the U. A. C JOHFT THOMAS CAINE, JR., B. S., Registrar, Secretary of the Faculty and Board of Trustees. Either because Professor Caine has fathered the Institution and its students ever since the foundation of t he School was laid, or because we like him pretty well, the sobriquet “Pa Caine” has been foisted upon this most genial, lovable man, who has lost some of his teeth and pretty much all of his hair in the service of the U. A. C. The supposition is that “Pa Caine” was. once upon a time, young and quite like other youths who slulT” a class now and then, but make good in the “finals.” We don’t know whether his name was on the daily “exclusion list” or not, or whether he was classed A or R on the College Roll. We know that he spent a year at Cornell University, and then returned to Utah and—got married. A few years were spent in teaching school—a few more in holding county offices—and then he came to the U. A. C . 21

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EDWARD GAIGE TITUS, M. S„ Professor of Entomology. Mr-Titus, though really the! professor of entomology, is noted for so many things that this special calling is sometimes quite forgotten. Although such immense things as the college roll and the delightful work of the attendance committee has been thrust upon his submissive shoulders, his natural inclination tends rather toward smaller things— in fact, wee things, such as bugs. Professor Titus received his early education in New York, after which he attended the High School of Ottawa. Kansas. In the autumn of 1893, he registered at the Colorado Agricultural College, from which school he received his B. S. in 1899. By this time, his one consuming desire was to become a complete master 'of bugology.” Accordingly he set out upon • a three years’ conquest, battling on at Abuscutia and later at the Colorado Agricultural College, where he received his M. S. From this time, until 1907, when he accepted the position of Professor of Entomology at the U. A. C.. he was engaged in teaching his favorite subject in his Alma Mater, in occupying the position as ssistant Entomologist of Illinois, and as Special Field Agent under the U. S. Bureau of Entomology. WILLIAM PETERSON, B. S., Professor of Geology. He lingers as he sorts the few remaining papers, locks his desk and turns to glance again at the scene out-doors. Many times has he stood thus, watching the glow of the setting sun, but this evening after fourteen years in the school room, it holds a new meaning- causes a different thrill, possesses a sweet clinging beauty. As he gazes o ver the golden hue out across the valley to the.rolling green hills southward, he drinks deeply of the present charm, while fond remembrances of the past crowd round him. He smiles as thoughts of the old days cross his mental vision— the days when he played football with the B. Y. The smile changes at the remembrance of his graduation, some nine years before. Then an indefinable softness creeps into the smile which o’erspreads his face, and his eyes grow dreamy, as the world’s oldest picture comes before him. lie remembers her”, as she was on their wedding morning. With a sigh he turns, takes his hat from its peg. and walks down the resounding halls. He passes the Math. rooms where ten years ago he taught algebra, the horticultural rooms in which, after his graduation, he had held sway. The big professor pauses a long time, and then a great something swells in his throat and he, the unemotional William Peterson, Professor of Geology, always smiling and light-hearted, bows his head and goes slowly down the steep South path, his bosom heaving, his face suffused with emotion. 1