Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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The Log. 13 You must not expect great things of us, on account of our extreme freshfulness, and, in fact, we have done nothing worth mentioning beyond beating the Juniors at baseball, which we don’t count. By the time our life is in “ the sere and yellow leaf,” however, (this will be in our Senior year and refers mainly to the tobacco-leaf), we expect to stamp around and defy the earth. Before we forget it, we want to thank Dr. Fuller for opening his front door to us when we were so new to the metropolis that we couldn’t find the way home, and for introducing us to the Professors and their daughters. We had a delightful time hearing the Professors sing “ Drink her down,” but as the daughters have persistently cut us ever since, we hope the Doctor will introduce us again at an early date. Friday is our best night. The attention we receive from all sides is very flattering, and is particularly marked in the Professors—especially when we cut. Not only the teachers, but the class-men, are very partial to us, and we are beginning to appreciate their attention for its full value. Daily our hearts go out to the Middlers, through whose thought¬ fulness, those of us who bring our dinners are allowed to eat them by proxy. As these disciples of “ free grub ” regularly extract from our baskets everything that we particularly like ourselves, we thank them from the bottom of our empty stomachs for relieving us of any chance of dyspepsia. When x y represents our dinner and j = pie, it requires only an ordinary Middler (and the average Middler is mighty ordinary) to discover that 4 ' — leaves a rusty doughnut or a small piece of cheese. We hope sometime to do justice to all who have thus favored us, but we fear to encroach on space that is given us through courtesy. As we said before, we would be glad to see you at any time. You won’t have to ask for us, because, like a Normal School girl, you will know us the minute you see us. Our tout ensemble is very imposing. Some of us are of that peculiar ruddy tint which, were we girls, would require the immediate presence of an alabaster steed; and one of us wears real whiskers. With this vivid description you cannot fail to recognize us, and we bid you “ good-bye,” hoping you will see us before we acquire that rusty appearance that is sure to come with our Junior year.

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The Log. 15 THE CLASS OF NINETY. OFFICERS. ELMER C. RICE, - . . President. ARTHUR B. LARCHER, - - Vice-President. LOUIS E. BOOTH, - - - Secretary and Trp:asurer. Department of Mechanical Engmeering. Merrill W. Allen. David F. Atkins. Louis E. Booth. James H. Clancy. David R. Collier. Charles S. Cook. Harry P. Crosby. Clarence G. Davenport. Harry P. Davis. Fred R. Dawson. Charles H. Faulknp:r. Norman V. Fitts. Edward S. Frary. . Frank A. Gardner. . Windsor T. Charles H. Jenness. James J. McLane. Paul B. Morgan. Michael H. Murphy. George H. Nutt. James C. Perham. Clarence K. Prince. Elmer C. Rice. Stanley H. Rood. Charles D. Sherman. Alton L. Smith. Joseph P. Taylor. Charlp:s F. Treadway, Frank A. Whipple. White. Department of Civil Engineering. Tho.mas T. Allard. James P. Anderson. Robert C. Barnard. Joseph H. Dp:vlin. Loring N. Farnum. Herbert Y. t oLLiurr Philip G. Hilliard. John E. Mathewson Edward H. Rockwell. Arthur P. Smith. William L. Smith. Francis W. Trp:adway. Hi-:nry E. Warren. Harrison P. Wires. Department of Chemistry. Herbert E. Austin. Arthur B. Larcher. William H. Baird. Ellis W. Lazell. Julius W. Bugbee. Warren E. Mumford Herbert F. Burrage. Daniel F. O’Regan. Everett J. Lakp:. Charles A. Pierce. Albert J. Reinbold, Jr.