Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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10 plored the audience to “fire at the boys, but don’t hit the horse.” By the way, that horse was quite a character in its way. Twice during the procession did he make vain endeavors to break into a trot, and once he walked really quite rapidly. It had such a stylish gait and manner of holding its head that it impressed the bet¬ ter class of people perceptibly. Such fire works ! Such a galaxy of colored stars ; springing, spurting and splashing into the heavens ! Tinted flames lighting up the scenery for miles around. The effect was so brilliant, so heavenly, so roman¬ tic, so intense, so consummate, so much like para¬ dise, that a snab is said to have exclaimed “Oh! dear! ! ” Of the speeches made we remember the words but little. Thev were so touching, so scientific, that we were impressed greatly at the time, and we now wonder what combinations of language could have produced so great an effect. The great features of the evening were the speech¬ es of the Junior orators. They were so tender and touching, yet withal so strong and unanswerable. How marked the immediate effect—women cried, snabs stamped their pretty feet, and strong, brave men, bearded and tanned, muttered, with clenched hands, “d—m Butler.” Pre-eminent stands the work of the musicians. Such rare combinations of melody and harmony nev¬ er before had been attempted. Beethoven and the Amherst Glee Club were nowhere. With fearless

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GRAND POLITICAL DEMONSTRATION! E were Juniors, happy Juniors, at the time of the Butler procession. To be sure, we fully appreciated the worth of our “ standard bearer,” and did our part towards lauding his character. We were young, then, and had not the cares and anxieties that seemed to overwhelm the Middlers. We are writing now of the past, and everything seems to be so veiled as to shut out everything ex¬ cept that which at the time impressed us. We can still remember the skillful manner in which the ’79ers deposited the heavy transparencies on our shoulders, while they went to speak to a friend. We might add that they invariably forgot to return. A faint recollection still lingers by us that we re¬ ceived numerous bouquets that evening, but in what shape they came, whether as roses, forget-me-nots or lilies, we were puzzled to remember, until, the other night, a friend borrowed a “stovey” with which to call on the A. C. G. C. When the battered tile was brought to light, on the rim and crown were stray tomato and cucumber seeds, which reminded us that on that historic night we were merely vegetarians. We can remember how careful the driver of the orators’ ‘ ‘ carriage ” was for their safety when he im-

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11 steps these disciples of Apollo strode between the harmonics, lingered among the minor chords, dashed by the major chords, and reached the heights of heaven among the discords. But that is past. All our work for Butler was in vain. He was defeated and the Tech’s were sor¬ rowful. “ Bat still were heard to matter, ‘ ’Rah for our noble leader, Butler! ’ ”— Anon. THE CREMATION OF CHAUVENET T the end of the Junior year, having completed the study of Chauvenet’s text-books, the class, jubilant at having successfully withstood the wither¬ ing blast of T. E. N. E’s examinations in sines and wonders, checker-boards and all, decided to dis¬ pose of the Hon. Sir William according to the estab¬ lished custom, in such manner as to render him past resurrection during their student-life. Wishing to dispose of him with military honors, a fife and drum corps was created, youthful orators went into training, an undertaker was duly appoint¬ ed, and, besides other necessary preparations, the class was fitted out with the regulation Tech, uniform. At the appointed hour and place, the Joe. Bill, road