Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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28 Edward L. Burdick, Charles A. Burt, Charles N. Chambers, Merrill B. Chase, Arthur L. Clark, Harry L. Cobb, E. Walter Davenport, Clifton H. Dwinnell, George M. Eaton, Walton B. Fuller, John M. Gallagher, George C. Gordon, Harry T. Goss, Alfred B. Grout, Harry C. Hammond, Eugene B. Frank M. King, H. Joseph Knight, Louis de V. Magaw, Helon B. McFarland, Harris W. Moore, Theodore H. Nye, Andrew A. O’Connell, Charles F. Perry, Frank O. Plummer, Fred W. Sawyer, Elwyn P. Smith, Henry N. Smith, John W. Soars, Jr., William J. Sperl, Henry F. Walker, Whipple. POLITICAL SCIENCE. (General Scientific.) A. Harry Wheeler.

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27 a!Ya (JUNIORS.) OFFICERS. Clarence W. Eastman, Charles A. Burt, Frank E. Killam, Nelson B. Hale, . President. Vice-Presiden t. Secretary . Treasurer. CHEMISTRY. Ernest A. Bickford, Elisha L. Buffington, Clarence W. Eastman, Harry S. Whitney. CIVIL ENGINEERING. Harry C. Boyden, Warren E. Brooks, Nelson B. Hale, Herbert P. Shepard B. Palmer, Elliott W. Peck, Henry W. Pope, Linnell, Otis D. G. Rice, Warren A. Scott. mechanical engineering. John C. Abbot, Louis R. Abbott, Charles M. Allen, M. Clifford Allen, William J. Baldwin, George W. Bishop, Charles G. Harris, George W. Heald, Lewis A. Howland, Edward H. Keith, Frank E. Killam, Leslie Killam,

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29 Polly ga wunk, ga wunk, ga wah, Polly ga wunk, ga wunk, ga wah, Ninety-four, Ninety-four, Worcester Polytech, Ninety-four. BOUT the middle of the winter of 1891 we, the Class of ’94, plodded our way up the Tech hill with three objects in view, viz.: to get in, stay in and get out again. The first one was quickly disposed of and now we are attending to the second, that is, a part of us are, while still others are fulfilling the third. After all were safely housed under the wing of the -(he has only one as yet) we looked forward to Half Way Through and a diploma. We have had our sup¬ per and it was a very attractive affair, especially to those who danced about the bon-fire. That was the night of all nights for ’94. The one we had dreamed about and thought about for two years, and now we look back and say, “ If I could only live my life over again.” The other dazzling hope, graduation, and a picture for which to buy a frame, is dashed to the ground. Since becoming used to the Institute and its ways, all prospect of this has disappeared. We meet a peculiar problem on our journey, “ Required the maximum number of graduates from the Class of ’94.” We differentiate (with the pro- foundest respect to that body), calling the Faculty the variable or unknown quantity and find the maximum corresponds to plus (or minus) six. Every few days we find our numbers a few less, sometimes one, again two, or in rare cases seven at once, “but it varies.” We have lost over a third, but are stdl the liveliest class. We also have received the list of our books in the course of our English Literature for our Senior year,—another death-blow. We cannot hope to live through such a chaos of everything