Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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19 ii. Yes : we’ve seen that liall of learning, That little school up on the hill, And our thoughts are now returning To our “grindings ” in the mill. III. But our hearts are full of gladness, We have finished half the grind; Yet perhaps, with thoughts of sadness, We shall leave its halls behind. IY. Tor firm friendship now unites us, And with pleasure on we pass. Thirst for knowledge still incites us, Examinations still harass. V. Tor they’re always full of questions, Straightforward, (full of crooks), Of course the boys will have congestions Of the brains, when stuffed with books. YI. We’ve seen the boys to the office called To face the well known terrors there, To face the chief who’s there installed, The dreaded sentence to declare. VII. Yes : we’ve seen the wondrous working Of that school up on the hill, Where the boys are cured from shirking, By the Doctor’s well-known pill.

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18 and came in six laps ahead, without even loosening the buckle on his vest straps. After the supper, at which flirting with the waiter girls was prohibited, (an entirely unnecessary res¬ triction,) the class adjourned to the parlor, and then proceeded to entertain themselves. The programme consisted of remarks by the President, toasts, an ora¬ tion, speeches, etc., interspersed with vocal and in¬ strumental music. After the fixed programme was finished, a couple of “yarns” from each member were called for, and “ Monk ” distinguished himself by giving a half-dozen or more. Games were then suggested, and after amusing themselves until 3 a. m. they dispersed, well satisfied, to their several homes. The following is an overflow from one of the “Har¬ dy sons of toil” of’81. Its form was suggested to its author by the machine poetic translations of the “ Castle by the Sea,” and many others which we had translated ( ? ) while under the supervision of Profes¬ sor S-. Its subject, and the wonderful treatment of it were taken and “ biled down” from a response to a toast to the school, at our half-way supper. DAS SCHLOSS AM YUGEL. I. Have you seen that hall of learning, That little school up on the hill, Where the boys, when from duty turning, Have t o take the Doctor’s pill ?

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“ ERA OF GOOD FEELING.” UR middle year was near its close, and the groups of excited Juniors seen everywhere around the “ Tech.” showed too plainly to our vigi¬ lant classmates, that the annual cremation of Chau- venet was near at hand. We were intending to treat them as the class of ’80 would have been pleased to have treated us, a year before, had they had the moral and physical courage necessary for the success of their plans. But we were disappointed; for long before that eventful eve arrived, the Juniors cordially invited us to accompany them as a body-guard. Thus was the “Era of Good Feeling” inaugurated. For the © © first time in the history of the Institute, the Mid- dlers and Juniors met as friends at the sepulchre of Chauvenet. Both classes were out in full numbers, led by the Worcester (Tech.) Brass Band, and followed by the usual crowd of “ Oregonians,” among whom a Senior might here and there be seen, looking rather blue at the prospect of “ no class row.” After the procession had reached its destination on Johnson’s Hill, the Juniors took charge of their cre¬ mation, and the Middlers defended the lemonade from the too rapacious spectators from “Oregon,” and the members of ’80. In the order of exercises