Wentworth Institute of Technology - Tekton Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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nw: -u a arms THE TEKTON THE TEKTGN STAFF 1915-197.6 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF: E. W. CLEM, 1925 ' BUSINESS MANAGER: R. Bosca, 1926 THE ALUMNI: G. A. Puancn, 1913 G. E. HENNESSEY, 1912 P. D. DILLINGHAM, 1919 THE FACULTY: E. MANSFIELD - HUGO JAHN - W. W. JAMISON Volume Five Number Three Editorial LETS CLEAN UP Irrespective of how many janitors there are to try to keep the Institute clean it is almost impossible to do so without the cofoperation of the students. Unless our students exercise at least a little care in their work the janitor has almost an endless job in picking up behind them. To get the men to change their habits toward good housekeeping one factory put up to them the following personal appeal through the pages of the shop paper: Let's clean up! - It's a lot easier to maintain order and neatness than disorder and confusion. It's safer. It's better. You'll personally feel a lot better if things are neat and clean about you. Therefore, help to make them so. Next time you feel tempted to throw something on the floor or into some outfoff thefway corner-don't! Put it in its proper place or in a receptacle provided. You'll thereby save somebody else the trouble of picking it up. You'll help to save janitor expenses. And you'll feel a good deal freer in having your surroundings neat and clean. Let's all clean up! Let's respect our surroundings, our fellow workmen, and ourselves. Let's be thoughtful and decent enough to cut out the rough stuff in the way of promiscuous spitting, wall defacing, and litter strewing. Let's clean up! And stay that way! ...MI 25 Jw..

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f-'af-J. u n iam THE TEKTON THE SUBJECT I FIND MUST DIFEICULT By JoHN W. GREGORY, A. C. 1. The subject I find the most difficulty in understanding, and the one I am making the least progress in, while attending Wentworth Institute, is that branch of science called mechanics. Possibly the explanation of my inability to conquer this subject lies in the fact that I have had very little technical training, and have, more or less, during my earthly pilgrimage, neglected to broaden my math' ematical faculty. Going into personalities, another mem' ber of the family and I were born with an artistic bump, so to speak, the former being allowed to continue in the develop' ment of her artistic talents. I, being the only son of the family, was prevailed upon by a benevolent father to pursue a practif cal course. Unfortunately, the aforesaid parent does not realize what an exceedingly difficult undertaking it is to change a Bohemian into a practical man of affairs. In the study of character reading, there is a type called the muscular, into which category I should be placed. A member of this type, so it is said, should follow no course, but the one he is interested in, otherwise he will not be successful. Because one cannot go through the steps of reasoning required to solve a problem in mathematics, and can only make an attracf tive free hand sketch, does not necessarf ily signify that one is void of all reasoning powers. No! Emphatically no, for every touch of the pencil or brush, if the artist be skilful, is the outward expression of a highly trained mind and sensitive imaginaf tion. In conclusion I might add that any phrenologist's contention is that in the hu' man brain there are more cells of one kind than there are of others. For instance, an artist has, as a rule, more artistic cells, if the writer may put it that way, than he has of any other kind, and for the mathef matician, vicefversa. The artist is able to visualize one kind of picture and execute this truthfully and the mathematician an' other. And so it is in this argument that I find sufhcient reason to explain my lack of inf terest and inability to master the study of mechanics. fNote: This is not a euelogy on myself or a canard, but a mere conglomeration of superficial platitudes gyrating herein, void of equivocation, to enlighten the student body and my most august clique of instrucf tors, for my seemingly ignominous and un' appreciative behavior in my class rooms. Note: Herein I have not resorted to malaf propism. If you don't believe me, check me upj --- WEN'l'W0I1TlI-1 ANSWER TO ALUMNI CROSSWORD PUZZLE OF LAST ISSUE SUS 925 5 A. C. 1 Q. A. P, -n4f24I4 '

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V-Hi-DI w gm nam THE TEKTON BEAM TRAWLING As the firsteclass power plants were not in need of a firstfclass embryonic power plant engineer, and being a citizen of one of the greatest fishing ports in the world, I tried my luck along the waterfront. I finally got a sight on board a beam trawler. Bluffing the skipper into the fact that I was an old hand at the game was no easy task, though I had had some experience on Hshing schooners. Cn the following day we steamed out of the quaint old town bound for the fishf ing grounds, which were some three hun' dred miles away. As we nosed around the point a stiff no'wester greeted us, and a nasty swell was rolling up from the bot' tom of the shoal waters. The ship, though staunch and strong, trembled as she bent to the task of plowing through the comb' ers and did considerable pitching and roll' ing-much to my discomfort, for sea legs are not developed in a few hours. Arriving on the Banks and taking the usual soundings for depth of water and samples of the ocean bed, we prepared the net for the first drag. The net was lowered over the side with two hundred and fifty fathoms of steel cable for towing purposes. The ship steamed on for an hour and a half, then stopped her engines so that the propeller would not get tangled up in the net. The ship maneuvered in such a position as to have the net come upon her weather side, as a little rolling makes the work easier. Steam Winches took up the slack of the wire cables and willing hands pulled up the web of the net until the bag end was well over the rail. A wire stopper was made fast around the mouth of the bag, a steel crane hooked in the strap and fifteen thousand pounds of fish were hoisted on board. Yes, this beat schooner fishing, for we had pulled in seven and a half tons in ninety minutes. Une of the men had to loosen the slip knot which held the bottom of the bag, standing directly under the bag while doing so. Vxf' hen the last hitch slackecl a little he stepped aside and pulled on the free end of the rope, this released the entire mass of fish into the checkers, which were boards fore and aft and others abeam, forming pens on the deck, the purf pose of these being to keep the fish from sliding all around the deck. The net was immediately cast over again. The men stepped into the checkers to pitch what fish that were not desirable over the side, as the net drags all sorts of marine life-dog fish, cat fish, skates, star fish, sharks and others, too numerous to mention-from the ocean bed. On one occasion I remember seeing a yellow object slide out of the bag. Being curious, I rushed in with a raised fork but halted in my tracks, for I beheld one who had given his all in the toil of the deep. Clothed in his oil skins, two heavy sweat' ers beneath them, heavy socks, and mitts, he had evidently lost his life the preceding winter. The body was sewed up in can' vas, weighed down with a couple of hunf dred odd pounds of ballast and placed on a hatch cover, draped with the Canadian colors which were tacked down at one end. After the skipper read a line or two from the Bible, the body was borne to the rail by the twelve fishermen. The engine stopped and as the ship coasted silently on, the body was allowed to slide off the hatch into the sea. An unknown into the great unknown far off the Banks on the rocky bottom where no good fisherman would cast his trawls. The crew, rough and rugged men, gazed silently on, thinking that some day that fate might be their own. +5 26 141--