Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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POLYTECHNIC ii graph in the catalogue which allows a Tech one night in the week for recreation. This accomplished the death of the Orchestra, and the retirement of the Banjo Club to a life of more modest preten¬ sions. The Camera Club owes its existence to an exhibition of photo¬ graphs by Ninety’s amateurs, and we can only hope that the vacant spaces left on the membership roll by the exit of Ninety will be as creditably filled as they have been—with the names of some of its foremost members; and that in the future its exhibitions will be as creditable and pleasing as those in the past. But the clubs have not all been for recreation alone, as the mem¬ bers of the Political Economy Club can testify. This organiza¬ tion was formed at the suggestion, and continued under the leader¬ ship of Dr. Smith. Composed wholly of members of Ninety who were studying Political Economy, this Club had many a lively meeting in which the economic questions of modern civilization were discussed. When we recollect that the Thompson Club has collapsed, and that the O. T. V. is no more, we should hope that so worthy an association as this might have every year a large, active membership. It would be an injustice to some of the members of the class not to mention that association of shy and retiring dispositions known among the students as the Sons of Rest. The information which the historian has at his disposal concerning this society is of a vague and disconnected character. Immediately after initiation, the members receive new names, by which they are forever after¬ ward known to each other. During the Prep year, he who was known as Jigger was the controlling spirit, and after he left the Institute, the partnership of Sweeny Seal interpreted the Con¬ stitution and By-Laws,—if they had any. The history of the Class, as written beforehand by the Faculty, is exactly similar to that of other classes, and may be found in the study and recitation plans of any catalogue. It has often seemed to us that work has been crowded in with too little regard for recreation, but a retrospective view shows that we have had many a good time, in one way or another, and that our self-denial in the constant application of our minds to study has so much the better fitted us to hold our own in the race of life. The time has now come for us to leave the Institute, and, laying aside any unpleasant recollections and treasuring those of lasting joy, it is not without a sigh of sadness that Ninety closes this chapter of her history. A farewell tear for old associations, a parting tribute to those whose wise instruction has guided our efforts in the acquisition of knowledge,—and we are gone. May the Tech never have a less loyal class than the CLASS OF NINETY!

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