Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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I-ROO-PEE ! ” This, kind reader, is not the pass-word to a Faculty meeting ; it is not a swear-word in Zulu—though it O came very near being one—nyther, most strange to relate, can it be found in the school records as an excuse for absence. It is nothing, more or less, than the war- cry of that concentrated solution of brains, brawn and brass, commonly called the class of Ninety-three. Seventeen moons ago, this remark¬ able conglomeration for the first time wound up the corkscrew which leads to the domain of the “ Palace Organ,’’ and there butted itself upon con¬ venient chairs. Well we remember the two days of wild scribbling that then began. Then came the welcome news of “ admitted without con¬ dition,” followed immediately by a dutiful and industrious search after “ two pairs blue drilling overalls,” one to keep until Fall, the other for use. Three days after we first met a tooth-pick, painfully dragging “ Sta¬ ples ” (pulling staples, as it were), behind it, and watched “ O. M.” get ready for work. The show had commenced. There were solos by Marshall and Lar- r 9

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Richard C. Cleveland, John P. Coghlin, Arthur C. Comins, Howard A. Coombs, Henrique B. DeCruz, Walter J. Denny, Joseph A. Derby, Austin R. Dodge, Chas. E. Goodrich, Moses F. Goodrich, Fred H. Greenwood, Walter U. Gutmann, Richard H. Hammond, Aldus C. Higgins, William C. Howe, Walter H. Jackson, Fred J. Kelley, Frederick H. Metcalf, Arthur F. Newton, Norman M. Paull, Henry L. Phillips, Albert A. Pixley, Frederick M. Ramsdell, Louis W. Rawson, Nathan Rice, Charles O. Rogers, Harry Sinclair, Robert M. Starbuck, Jr. William N. Stark, Frank H. Stone, Leslie P. Strong, William D. Thompson, Edward W. Vaill, Jr . 9 Stearns E. Wood. 18

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kin respectively on the xylophone and pipe-organ, and plaintive render¬ ings of “ Wimpleton to Wobbleton ” by the “ Raggle St. Quartet.” Kelley, the $10,000 beauty, gyrated the Crow-war-dance, mallet in hand, and Messrs. Derby and Newton gave fine exhibitions of skilful sparring. The principal amusements were helping Newton, watching Bullard work, and giving Tatman advice on his famous sanitary patent. Sir Isaac’s marriage, and his subsequent manufacture of a “ baby spanker,” lead us along until the religious fever struck. Then for a day or two, more heresy and theology were retailed to excited groups in five min¬ utes, than St. Paul and the Devil could pass a quiz on in a year. Meanwhile, over in Boynton Hall, we had been successfully giving Otis A. Freeman, A. B., lessons in French, when suddenly, for some unaccountable reason, the tables were turned, and the genial Dr. Smith unfolded to us the mysteries of the future tense, and the use of the pro¬ noun on. Some considered this abrupt change in the order of things as going from the sublime to the ridiculous, others as from the frying-pan into the fire. We understand that Rogers belonged to the first class. Then came the sad tale of the Infanta and the garden-wall escapade of Charles, and finally Summer. September brought Farwell’s hat, and under it twenty more would be Juniors. Since that time, nothing very terribly exciting has happened. Dodge and Osterman each once failed to be late ; Coghlin twice an¬ swered to his name without the formality of previously going to sleep, and Clapp has attended one or two recitations this half. Division A on several occasions has known what the lesson was, and five men have written up chemistry experiments after they (the experiments) were com¬ pleted. In January, ’92 and ’93 presented a play for the benefit of the Institute. It was entitled “The Bull and the Bunting, or where did you get that Rag ? ” Messrs. Howe and Mundin took the leading parts in the cast, the latter playing the Bull. They also took parts of neck-ties, shirts, etc. Both players were ably supported by their respective classes. One professor in the audience was completely carried away by the force with which it was enacted. Then we juggled Trig, 23 to o, escorted Marshall to the funeral of Pol Econ, chose a mascot, and at last id nous sommes comme Middlers. And now, what are we ? 20