Utah State University - Buzzer Yearbook (Logan, UT)

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FRANKLIN LORENZO WEST, B. S., Professor of Physics. Frank L. West is a serious-minded, dignified, contemplative personage—young in years but evidently mature in wisdom. The wintar of 1904-5 was spent in Leland Stanford University, and the following year he accepted the position of Professor of Physics in the B. Y. U. of Provo. In the spring of 1906. Mr. West entered the U. of Chicago, where he remained four terms, during the last three of which he was engaged as Assistant Lecturer in Physics. He left Chicago in the fall of 1907 to accept the position of Assistant Professor of Chemistry at the U. A. C., his Alma Mater, and the following year was made Professor of Physics which position now he holds. Professor West is a gymnast enthusiast, and this, perhaps, is the reason for the violent exercise he takes twice a day when, at the sound of the bell, he rushes from his home at the bottom of the hill and, after a mad race, reaches the recitation room rosy and breathless. ROBERT STEWART, B. S., Professor of Chemistry. At a very young age, Mr. Stewart caused his parents some anxiety by his love for fire-arms. As the Indians were then peaceful, and as his tender heart would not permit him to kill small tame, he contented himself in school until he ad received his B. S. from the Utah Agricultural College in 1902. During the Spanish-Ameri-can war, however, his inward war-forces moved him violently, compelling him to enlist in the Utah Light Artillery. The Spaniards, knowing Professor Stewart was made for greater work than war, could not shoot him, so he came marching gallantly home. With the exception of one year spent in the University of Chicago, we have had the able efforts of Professor Stewart at the U. A. 0. At present, he is on leave of absence, studying at the University of Illnois, but will return to the U. A. C. in June. CLAYTON BYRON TEETZEL, LL. B., Professor of Physical Education. Mr. Teetzel, our new coach, is a graduate of the 1900 class of Ann Arbor. While there, he is said to have practiced base-ball foot-ball, basket-ball, high-ball, drill and pugilism vigorously; and, as a result, he now weighs three hundred fifty pounds by the dairy scales. After graduating, Mr. Teetzel coached the U. of M. for three summers and then accepted a position with the B. Y, U. of Provo. The excellent athletic work done by that school proves his efficiency. Last December, Mr. Teetzel came to help us. His grasp of the athletic situation was clearly shown in choosing young and promising material to whom we can safely predict physical as well as—moral—victory in the future. He now holds down the highest office in the institution—at the top of the main building. ( I 24

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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

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ISAAC BLAIR EVANS, B. A., Instructor in History. Isaac Blair Evans, of Ogden, after his public school escapades, might have gone abroad, to Yale, to the dogs, or to Harvard. He chose the last evil, and tenderly nourished it. for four years. He hoped to get through the college unseen but was caught going through and had an A. B. (Amphibian Babbler)hung round his neck. His personal characteristics are marked—usually with his initials. He parts his hair on the right side, detests button shoes, prefers hopscotch to foot-ball, always gets out of bed on the right side, and puts his collar on before his tie. Some don’t. His favorite breakfast food is Etherealine and his drink—for breakfast—Kof-fee-et. He can do the “hundred” in seventeen flat, has never had a broken bone, and never wears suspenders. As to whether he is engaged, doesn't know. Is await-ing—letter—and as David Harum says, “he will stand without hitching and can be driven by ladies. ’ AMANDA HOLMGREN, B. S., Assistant Professor of English. Miss Holmgren, “just a plain school inarm,” says her life has been, thus far, uneventful. We can hardly see why when she has attended such schools as the U. A. C., U. of Chicago, Columbia and Harvard. Of course, to some women everything is commonplace—Easter bonnets, hair puffs and long sleeves—are all treated as either necessary evils or humdrum details. We, however, believe Miss Holmgren to have a heart, for she is very considerate of the new students and takes great pleasure in viewing their rapid progress. She is one of those who, having exceptionally fine sensibilities, derives her greatest joy from “doing for others,” and this service always takes the form of quiet unobtrusive action. We can scarcely imagine her as a cold critic, but rather as one who finds so many good things in life and literature that she has no time to worry over the discords. 25