Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1896 volume:

THE AFTERMATH OF 96. PUBLISHED BY Cbc Class of 1896 of tbc TlUlorccstcr polytechnic IFnstitutc. WORCESTER, MASS.: Press of The Felt Print, Barton Place. 1896. If ntroimctfcm. I N PUBLISHING a class book at the expiration of our course at the Institute, ’96 follows the custom established by many worthy predecessors. However, there are some features of the book so different from former class annuals, as to be worthy of comment here. In the first place, the book is not published for general sale to the public, as has heretofore been the case. The class purchases the book outright and each member has an equal number of books to dispose of as he may see lit. We have endeavored throughout to make it more exclusively a class souvenir, believing that much of the matter hitherto contained in similar publications was not of a nature sufficiently interesting to members of the class to be considered material for a class publication. The addition of photos of familiar faces and scenes will, we believe, be appreciated by all; as, also, will be the omission of the advertisements in the latter part of the book. To the outsider who scans this “Aftermath” and complains of the lack of matter of general interest, we have only one answer—This book is published by the Class of ’‘Jt for the Class of ’9(1 exclusively, and therefore it is to the Class of ’9G alone that we look for criticism, favorable or otherwise. « loPI spec colc T H I 10 55 ' c • Hoard of Editors, Editor-in-Chief, R. SANFORD RILEY. Assistant Editor. FRANK E. KNOWLES. Business Manager, CHARLES F. VAUGHN. Charles F. Leonard, John C. Tilton, associates. William H. Cunningham, John W. Chalfant, Jr. Chester A. Reed, Ullustrators. R. Sanford Riley. C. Raymond Harris, Ipbotoctrapbcrs. Charles F. Vaughn. Horace Carpenter ©tbcr Contributors. Hollis W. Jencks, Percy E. Barbour 8 Corporation. Hon. Stephen Salisbury. A. M., President. Rev. Daniel Merriman, D. D., Secretary. Hon. George F. Hoar, LL. D. Charles H. Morgan, Esq. Waldo Lincoln, A. B. Charles G. W-sshburn;- S. B., A. B. G. Henry Whitcomb, A. M. Rev. Austin S. Garver, A. M. Rev. Horace J. White. ON THE PART OF THE BOARD OF EDUCATION, Hon. Frank P. Goulding. ex-officio, His Honor, Mayor A. B. R. Sprague. , Treasurer. J. K. Marshall, Registrar. Miss Elizabeth K. Francis, Librarian. Dr. Kimball. Dk, Sinclair. Dk, Menpenhall. Prof. Gladwin. Prof. Alpen, 11 .1 ts Zhc jfacult?. Thomas Corwin Mendenhall, LL. D., Ph. D., ....... President. Dr. Mendenhall commenced life in Hanoverton, Ohio, in 1841. He received a common school education and displayed a special aptitude for Physics, in which science he has become distinguished. He first began to teach in Ohio State Univer¬ sity in 1873, being Professor of Physics and Mechanics. He left this position to become Professor of Physics at the Imperial University at Tokio, Japan, but in 1881 he returned to Ohio State University. In 1884 he was Professor in the United States Signal Service, and in 1880 he accepted the Presidency of Rose Polytechnic Institute. He was Superintend¬ ent of the U. S. Coast and Geodetic Survey, 1889 to 1894, when he resigned to accept the Presidency of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. The University of Ohio, in 1878, conferred upon him the degree of Ph. L ., and in 1887 he received his LL. D., from the University of Michigan. He was elected a member of the National Academy of Science in 1887, and is a past-president of the American Association for the Advancement of Sciences. George I. Alden, M. M. E., ...... Professor of Mechanical Engineering. Prof. Alden is a son of old Harvard. In 1808 he graduated from the Lawrence Scientific School, and the follow¬ ing summer was assistant to Prof. Wheelock at Harvard College Observatory. He is the oldest professor, in point of service, among the faculty, having been here ever since the opening of the Institute. He has been an active worker in the interests of the college, and has always striven to make the Department of Mechanics one of the foremost of the course. Mainly by his influence, the testing station at Chaffinville has come to be recognized as one of the best equipped and most efficient of its kind in the country. The Institute has also been brought before the public by his invention of the Alden Absorption Dynamometer. Professor Alden is a leading member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers. John E. Sinclair, Ph. D., ....... Professor of Higher Mathematics. Prof. Sinclair graduated from Dartmouth College in 1858. The year after leaving college he spent in teaching at Adrian, Mich. From 1859 to 1863 he was a tutor at Washington University, St. Louis. The next six years he spent in the position of Professor of Mathematics in the Chandler Department of Dartmouth College, from which place lie came to W. P. 1. in 1868, to occupy a similar position. Prof. Sinclair received the degree of A. M. from Washington University in 1863, and from Dartmouth in 1879. His alma mater further honored him, in 1883, by bestowing upon him the degree of Ph. D. Prof. Sinclair piloted us through the snares of Analytical Geometry in our Sophomore year, in a peculiarly easy and interesting manner, that is one of the characteristic features of his teaching. Alonzo S. Kimball, Ph. D., . Professor of Physics and Electrical Engineering. Prof. Kimball graduated from Amherst College in 186(5. After leaving college he taught Mathematics in the Webster High School for four years, and in the Highland Military Academy of Worcester, for one year. In 1871 he entered Worcester Free Institute, as Tech was then called, as a teacher in Mathematics. In the following year he was pro¬ moted to the position of Professor in Physics and Electrical Engineering, in which position’Ninety-six has enjoyed his acquaintance. Professor Kimball also holds the honored office of Trustee of Mount Holyoke College, and he frequently delivers lectures at that institution. As a teacher and friend, Professor Kimball has endeared himself to every member of our class. George E. Gladwin, ......... Professor of Drawing. George E. Gladwin, our revered teacher of Free-Hand Drawing, received his education in Connecticut schools. Subsequent to his graduation at the State Normal School, he taught drawing for a few years in the public schools of Hart¬ ford. He went to Europe in 1850, where he remained for four years, studying in the Governmental Schools of Science and Art in London. After his return to America, he taught in the schools of Worcester, Hartford, Norwich, Providence and Springfield. Upon the opening of Tech he was tendered the chair of Professor of Drawing, which position, with the excep¬ tion of instruction in the draughting department, he has occupied ever since. M i lton P. Higgins, S. B., . . . . . . Superintendent of Washburn Shops. Superintendent Higgins claims Dartmouth as his alma mater. After his departure from there he entered the employ of C. H. Morgan, of Worcester, as a mechanical engineer and draughtsman. He left this position to accept the superintend¬ ency of the Washburn Shops, in 18(58, and he has been at the head of this department of the Institute ever since. Since being connected with Tech he has been engaged in the organization of two other Technical School Shops, one in Albemarle County, Virginia, and the other in Atlanta. He also assisted in organizing the Norton Emery Wheel Co. in 1885, since which time he has been its president. He has taken out several patents in the United States and Great Britain, some of which have proved very important elements in the financial success of the Washburn Shops. Leonard P. Kinnicutt, S. D., ........ Professor of Chemistry. Dr. Kinnicutt graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1875. He then studied in the University of Heidelberg for two years, under such distinguished chemists as Bunsen and Heimrath. He also studied organic chemistry at Bonn University. On returning to America he went, a short time, to Johns Hopkins, and then became private assistant to Dr. Gibbs, at Cambridge. In 1881 Harvard honored him by bestowing upon him the degree of S. D. In 1883 he was appointed Assistant Professor of Chemistry at the W. P. I., and was made full Professor in 1885. He has been abroad several times since connecting himself with the Tech, and many changes and advances in the Chemistry Department have been due to his careful investigation of the work done in European Universities and Schools. Levi L. Conant, Ph. D., ....... Associate Professor of Mathematics. Prof. Conant graduated from Dartmouth, in 1879. The next year after graduation he taught at Cottage City, and the following three, he was engaged in High School work at Mankato, Minn., and Elkhart, Inch For four years he Suit. Higgins. Dr. kiNNicrTT. Prof. Kendrick. Prof. White. Prof. Cutler. Dr. Con a nt. was Superintendent of Schools in Deadwood and Rapid City, S. D., and for three years was Professor of Mathematics in the State School of Mines in South Dakota. He then came East, and took post graduate work at Clark University, Worcester, during 1890 and 1891, thence coming to the W. P. I. as Associate Professor of Mathematics. We have had the greater part of our Mathematics under Prof. Conant, having had the pleasure of his instruction in Solid Geometry, Trigonometry and Calculus. Prof. Conant received his A. M. from Dartmouth in 1887 and his Ph. D. from Syracuse University in 1892. He is a fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, and a member of the New York Mathematical Society. U. Waldo Cutler, S. B., . . . . . . Professor of Modern Languages. Prof. Cutler is a graduate of the W. P. I., of the Class of ’74. His first position as a teacher was at Brimfield. Mass., where he taught in the Hitchcock High School. He then went to Holliston, where he introduced Drawing into the public schools. In 1877 he came to the W. P. I. as an Assistant Professor in the languages. In 1879 he went to Germany for a two years’ course of study. Upon his return he was engaged as professor, and has remained here ever since, with the exception of one year, which he spent at Johns Hopkins University. In 1892 Prof. Cutler was made Senior Professor of Modern Languages, and it is in this capacity that ’9(5 has had a very intimate acquaintance with him. George H. White, S. B., . . . . . . . Professor of Civil Engineering. Prof. White is in a department with which the Class of ’9(1 has had no direct connection, although not altogether uninterested in its work. Prof. White is an example of a self-made man, having started with practically no advantages except a large store of perseverence. He commenced as an apprentice to a civil engineer, and subsequently worked his way through the civil engineering course at the W. P. I. He then worked at his business out West, principally in Minnesota and Dakota, where he figured prominently in railroad work. In 1888 he was offered the Professorship of Civil Engineering at the Tech, and he commenced work here in 1884. Arthur Kendrick, A. M., ....... Assistant Professor of Physics. Prof. Kendrick was a classmate of Prof. Haynes at Amherst College, where they received their diplomas in 1887. The three succeeding years Professor Kendrick spent at Leicester Academy as an instructor in the sciences. During the following two years, lie was engaged in the study of physics in the Graduate School of Harvard University, receiving his degree of A. M. in 1891. In 1893 he came to Tech as Assistant Professor of Physics, in which position we learned to know him as a hard, conscientious worker and a thorough gentleman. He left in January, 189(5, to accept the position of Associate Professor of Physics in the Rose Polytechnic Institute, at Terre Haute, Ind. George H. Haynes, Ph. D., ...... Professor of History and Economics. Prof. Haynes is an Amherst graduate of the Class of ’87. He taught at Tech from 1887 to 1890 and then took a course at Johns Hopkins, where he received his Ph. D. in 1893. He then returned to Tech, where he has since taught Political Economy, Civil Government, and German. We have been most intimately connected with Prof. Haynes in the two former studies, although one division of the class learned the first rudiments of German under his watchful eye. He is known to us as the most complete and concise lecturer of any of our professors. Prof. Haynes does not confine himself alone to teaching, but does considerable writing on scientific subjects for prominent magazines, such as the New England Magazine. and the Annals of the American Academy of Political and Social Science. it; William W. Bird, S. B., . . . . Assistant Professor of Mechanical Engineering. Prof. Bird is a graduate of Tech, of the Class of ’87. He r emained, after graduation, as an instructor, and con¬ tinued in this capacity until 1891, when he departed for new fields. In 1894 he returned to Tech, as a Professor in Mechanical Engineering. He has taught ’90 in Thermo-Dynamics and Machine Design, and has also had charge of the Mechanical Laboratory and the Thesis work of the Mechanics. Besides his work at Tech he also occupies the office of President and Treasurer of the Broadway Iron Foundry Co., of Cambridgeport. He is a member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers and of the Society for the Advancement of Technical Education. Zklotes W. Coombs, A. M., . Assistant Professor of Modern Languages. Prof. Coombs is another Amherst alumnus, having graduated from that college in 1888. After his graduation he taught one year in the Brooklyn Tech. He then went to the University of Virginia as a student and also as instructor. From there he came to Tech, in 1890, and filled the positions of clerk and instructor in the languages, remaining here until 1894, when he went abroad for a year ' s study at the University of Berlin. Upon his return he was made Assistant Professor of Modern Languages, which position he now holds. Although we have never studied under Prof. Coombs, his active inter¬ est in Tech organizations, and particularly his presence on the athletic field, have brought him before us so constantly that we feel at liberty to call him one of our professors. Walter L. Jennings, Ph. I)., ...... Assistant Professor of Chemistry. Dr. Jennings, wlio has been our genial instructor in the sciences of Mineralogy and Metallurgy, is a son of old Harvard, where he received his A. B., in 1889. After remaining an additional three years in advanced work, he re¬ ceived his degree of Doctor. He then went abroad for a period of two years, studying at Berlin and Heidelberg, and upon his return was immediately elected to the faculty of W. P. 1. By his thoroughness as a teacher and his genial and gentlemanly ways Dr. Jennings has become very popular with our Class, and we feel sorry that we are obliged to break off our intimacy with him. Sidney A. Reeve, M. E., . . . . Adjunct Professor of Steam and Hydraulic Engineering. Prof. Reeve is the only representative of Yale among the faculty. He graduated from this classic institution in the Class of ’87 and received his M. E. two years later. From Yale he went to New York City, where he was a member of the corps of engineers of the Westinghouse, Church, Kerr Co. He left this situation to accept a position on the editorial staff of the Progressive Age , published in New York and devoted almost entirely to the gas industry. He has made the subject of gas such a complete study that he is now recognized as an authority in this branch of industry. Prof. Reeve came to Tech at the beginning of the second term of our Senior Year and he has piloted us through Steam Engineering in a very profitable and interesting manner. Prof. Reeve. Dr. Jennings. Dr. Havnes. Prof. Coombs. Prof. Biro. Our Instructors 21 Unstmctovs. JOSEPH O. PHELON, S. B„ ALTON L. SMITH, S. B., Instructor in t ' iysics and Electrical Engineering. Instructor in Mechanical Drawing. JOSEPH BEALS, S. B„ DANIEL K. O ' REGAN, S. B., Instructor in Physics and Mechanics. Instructor in Chemistry. ARTHUR I). RUTTER FI ELD, S. B., Assistant in Civil Engineering. CHARLES M. ALLEN, S. B., Assistant in Mechanical Engineering. ROBERT C. SWEETSER, S. B, Instructor in Inorganic Chemistry. LOUIS TRENCHARD MORE, Pm. I)., Instructor in Physics. 22 Shop Ifnetructore. HENRY W. BADGER, Head Instructor in Woodwork. W. FRANK COLE, S. B., Instructor in Shop Drawing. GEORGE A. MITCHELL, Head Instructor in Machine Shop. JOHN JERNBERG, Instructor in Blacksmithing. GEORGE I. HUMPHREYS, Instructor in Steam Boiler and Engine Rooms. Shop Instructors. alumni associations. President. THE GENERAL ASSOCIATION. H. Win field Wvmax, ’82. Vice-Presidents, i Edward F. Tolman, ' 71. ’ William W. Bird, ' 87. I Victor E. Edwards, 83. Secretary. William L. Chase. ’77. Treasurer, Edward K. Hill, ’71. EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. H. Winfield Wvmax, ’82. William W. Bird, ’87. Edward Victor E. Edwards, ' 83. Charles Baker, Jr., ’93. Tolman. ' 71. Harrison P. Eddy, ' 91. William L. Chase, ' 77, Clerk. THE CLEVELAND ASSOCIATION. President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Willard Fuller, ’84. Windsor T. White, ’90. John G. Oliver, ’82. THE PHILADELPHIA ASSOCIATION. President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Ernest H. Fairbanks,’87 Charles L. Prince, ’82. William P. Dai.lett, ’81 THE WASHINGTON ASSOCIATION. President, . . . George P. Tucker, ’87. Secretary and Treasurer, Nathan Heard, ’93. THE WESTERN ASSOCIATION. President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Executive Committee, . Emil Gerber, ’76. Edwin S. Matthews, ’78. John B. Allan, ’80. fJoHN B. Allan, ' 80. I Emil Gerber, ’76. John C. Miller, ’86. Edwin S. Matthews, ’78, F. William Fischer, ’85. PACIFIC COAST ASSOCIATION. President, . . C. Walter Marwedel, ’85. Vice-President, . . Edward S. Cobb, ’79. Secretary and Treasurer, Ronald P. Gleason, ’87. HHasbburn Emimeennci Society President, James B. Mayo, ’96. 1st Vice-President, Victor E. Edwards, ’83 2d “ Hollis W. Jencks, 96. 3d “ Joseph O. Phelon, ’87. 4th “ “ Arthur D. Butterfield, ’93 5th “ “ Charles M. Allen, ’94. Secretary, Prof. George 1. Ai.den. Treasurer, . W. Frank Cole, ’83. f William P. Dallf.tt, ' si. William W. Estes, ’84. Counselors, Albert P. Allen, ’89. Michael J. Lyden, ’92. IE. Walter Davenport,’94. 71111. ip. II. Btbletic association. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Keeper, Board of Directors, Fred W. Parks, ’96. Oscar W. Lundgrf.n, ’97. Harry M. Warren, ’96. ’. R. Sanford Riley, ‘96. Edward G. Beckwith, ’97 f Prof. Levi L. Conant, Chairman Prof. Zklotes W. Coombs. Joseph Beals, ’85. Charles Baker, Jr., ’93. Calvin H. Andrews, ’93. Edwin G. Penniman, ’89. Charles F. Vaughn, ’96. Charles F. Day, ’97. Alfred O. Hitchcock, ’98. Harry E. Scott, ’99. The President, ex-officio. Cbe m IP IT. Published by the students on alternate Saturdays during the Institute year. Editorial Board, 1895-1896. Jon n W. Chalfant, Jr., ' 96, Editor-in-Chief. Harry E. Wheeler, ’97, Assistant Editor. Horace Carpenter, ' 96, Business Manager. Lloyd J. Davis, ’97, Assistant Business Manager. Frank E. Knowles, ’96. Herbert H. Morse, ’97. Howard S. Knowlton. ’98 President, Vice-President, Corresponding Secretary, Recording Secretary, Treasurer, Current President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Executive Committee, Charles F. Leonard, ’96. Lawrence P. Tolman, ' 97. Harry C. Smith, ’98. C. B. John W. Higgins, ' 96. Elmer H. Wili.marth, ’97. Edward G. Beckwith, ’97. William B. Bingham, ’98. Arthur T. Fuller, ’98. Copies Club. Holi.is W. Jencks, ’96. Archie W. Merchant, ’97. Harry C. Smith, ’98. The Officers, Prof. Zelotes W. Coombs, Fred W. Parks, ’96, m. IP. A. Musical association. President, . . . Burton E. Eames, ’97. Manager and Treasurer, R. Sanford Riley, ’96. i Dr. Thomas C. Mendenhall, Advisory Board, . ’ Prof. Zelotes W. Coombs, f Prof. Sidney A. Reeve. GLEE CLUB Leader, Burton E. Eames, ’97, Manager and Treasurer, John W. Higgins,’96, Secretary, William B. Bingham, ’98. board of directors. The Leader, Secretary, George W. Throop, 97. Law¬ rence P. Tolman, ’97, James T. Rood, ’98. BANJO CLUB Leader, Albert J. Gifford, ’96, Manager and Treasurer, Edmund R. Johnson, ' 99. Secretary, Clarence M. Hall, ’98. BOARD OF DIRECTORS. The Leader, Secretary and Timothy F. O’Connor, ’95. Camera Club. President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Keeper, John W. Higgins, ’96. Everett F. Darling, ’96. James T. Rood, ’98. Frank W. Smith, ’97. jfvatevnities. Phi Gamma Delta, Pi Iota Chapter, established in 1891. Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Massachusetts Delta Chapter, established in 1894. 28 a m. nix s. Eptsote. “You took a chip away from me,” said the Chuck to the Tool, “and you do too much chattering altogether.” “Shut up, or I’ll break your jaw 1” was the reply. “You and the Cone have a pull with the Countershaft, and you put on too many lugs. You’ve more brass than a bushing.” The conversation was here interrupted by the Oil-can, who came in full. “You look pretty sloppy,” said the Diamond-point, moving along with a rakish air, “but help me catch another chip, will you?” The Center was getting hot, and, losing its temper, it squeaked out to the Tail Stock, “You’re a little off, did you know it? ” No reply was vouchsafed, but the the Tool-post kept up the agony by inquiring of the Carriage, “Why is it you ride so uneasily?” “ It is my ways,” was the reply. At this, the Belt, which had been stretching for some time, took a quarter turn round the corner, where it met the Drill, which had both lips “busted.” “You look twisted,” he said. “So I am,” said the Drill: “I’ve just pulled out of an awful hole.” The Tap ventured a remark, but had its head wrenched off for being so dry, and the Screw resumed the thread of the discourse : “That is a cutter,” it remarked as the tool in the milling machine was making its way rapidly through a piece of metal. “ It’s no sl-Hob, anyway,” retorted the Machine. “Oh, there’s no use getting nutty; but you’ve got wheels anyway.” After this, silence between the two. No thrust, whatever, could elicit a remark from the shaper. But just then the piece between centers of the next lathe began warbling: “(live us a rest, will you?” Everything was feeding along nicely, so no attention was paid to it. But (fears, an old enemy, threw in another feed. This caused much trouble and tore off the Lathe’s apron. A large scrap was the next to be looked for, but just then the Screw Driver came along, and they all moved over to spring some grind on the Emery Wheel, President, HOLLIS W. JENCKS. Vice-President, CHARLES F. VAUGHN. Secretary, JOHN C. TILTON. Treasurer, HARRY T. McCLURE. m wfr ■ GEORGE D. ALDERMAN. LEON P. ALFORD. FRANK P. BASCOM. HENRY BEYER. ELLIS E. BROWN. RALPH F. BUNKER. HORACE CARPENTER. JOHN W. CHALFANT, Jk. THOMAS FI. COE. FRANK E. CONGDON. PERCY E. BARBOUR. WALTER M. FULLER. ALBERT J. GIFFORD. C. RAYMOND HARRIS. 30 Cbe Class of ’96. Electrical Engineers. FREI) I). CRAWSHAW. EDWARD L. CULLEN. WILLIAM H. CUNNINGHAM. EVERETT F. DARLING. THOMAS F. FISHER. FREDERICK W. GAY. GEORGE S. GIBBS. PHILIP GOODRICH. FRANK C. HEATH. JOHN W. HIGGINS. Ibccbanical Eiuiinccvs. GEORGE E. HOWE. HOLLIS W. JENCKS. CHARLES F. LEONARD. FREDERICK W. PARKS. HERVEY G. PHELPS. FRANK E. KNOWLES. JAMES IS. MAYO. HARRY T. McCLURE. ROGER W. POLK. CHESTER A. REED. FRANK A. STOCKDALE. JOHN C. TILTON. CHARLES F. VAUGHN. HARRY M. WARREN. FREDERICK J. ZAEDER. R. SANFORD RILEY. FRANK E. ROSS. WILLIAM S. SOUTHWICK. CHARLES V. WALTER. 31 [past Members. Elliot E. Beaman. Francis H. Brigham. William E. Carroll. Charles C. Chalfant. Walter A. Clark. Herbert E. Currier. Everett S. Eddy. ( rEORUE W. Eddy. I ' RANCIS L. (jEHR. Selby L. Hoyle. Theodore Lamson. Albert W. Mekriam. Percival Moore. Ernest Mosman. Subbo Nikoloff. George L. Philpot. Salmon W. Putnam, Jr. Francisco J. Ramirez. Thomas C. Rutland. Arthur A. Sibley. Walter F. Smith. Albert B. Stone. William H. Stone. Charles D. Sullivan. DeWitt ' Power. Charles L. Waite. Charles P. Ware. M. Percival Whittall. Hiram R. Wilson. George F. Young. Class ©fficcvs of ’9(3 apprentice year. President, F. D. Crawshaw. Vice-President, J. W. Higgins, Secretary, . R. W. Polk, Treasurer, F. W. Gay. Sopbomore year, 1st Ibalf. Sopbomore year, 2nb Ibalf. President, M. P. Whittall. President, T. H. Coe. Vice-President, . R. S. Riley. Vice-President, E. F. Darling. Secretary, J. C. Tilton. Secretary, H. G. Phelps. Treasurer, F. E. Congdon. Treasurer, . W. H. Cunningh Junior year, 1st Ibalf. Junior year, 2nb Ibalf. President, F. E. Knowles. President, H. Carpenter. Vice-President, , . J. B. Mayo. Vice-President, R. S. Riley. Secretary, H. G. Phelps. Secretary, C. F. Leonard. Treasurer, . J. C. Tilton. Treasurer, . J. C. Tilton. Senior Ji ear, 1st Ibalf. Senior year, 2n0 Ibalf. President, R. S. Riley. President, H. W. Jencks. Vice-President, , . . . C. F. Vaughn. Vice-President, . C. F. Vaughn. Secretary, J. W. Higgins. Secretary, J. C. Tilton. Treasurer, . H. T. McClure. Treasurer, H. T. McClure. — The Class Chapter I. LIFE AS A PREP. T T might properly be said that the life of our class began, when, on that memorable twenty-seventh day of January, 1893, Doctor Fuller read the list of accepted candidates for admission. We had assembled in Boynton Hall on that cold, snowy, winter’s day to learn the result of the entrance examinations. What a peculiar feeling of anxiety had taken possession of us ! It was not of long duration, however, as the “ Doc ” soon appeared, and we listened with the greatest interest to hear our names read as members of the Class of ’9fi. Yes, we were sorry for the rejected fellows, but our sympathy was greatly overbalanced by our joy at our successes. The great question which had troubled us for several weeks was now settled. We were soon to begin true student life. The paternal Mr. Badger first took us under his care, and, in the course of five months, we were to become full-fledged carpenters and moulders. We diligently set to work, wasting, however, considerable wood, so much, indeed, that it became necessary for our friend Taylor to learn the art of book-keeping. In a few weeks we felt like real Techs. There were only two things that seriously disturbed us; namely, the excuse-book, and the early rising to begin work at seven o’clock. The former trouble we were able to remedy by somewhat warping our consciences; and the latter by some of our members having periodical naps under their benches. This was, indeed, the social half-year of our course. We listened with astonishment to experiences related by others, and then we, in our turn, told ours. From the information thus gained we found that several nations were represented. We had assembled from all parts of the globe between Bulgaria and Kansas, Canada and Mexico. We also found that we had several geniuses ; Lamson could command the attention of the whole class by juggling coins, Riley by relating his tales of adventure, Gehr by his funny antics, while Leonard had a peculiar faculty for carving his digits. After a short time we thought that we had become efficient carpenters. It was with considerable pride that we marched up to the desk to submit for examination the patterns which we considered far beyond criticism. Imagine our humiliation and surprise as Father Badger’s acute eyes detected the “gumping” with which we had carefully filled the cracks. If the pattern was beyond redemption, we continued our account with Taylor and began our work anew. The novelty of the work soon wore off. It was then that our sixty-eight heads were set to work to invent some recreations. Among the most important results were the water-box, travelling saw-horse, and, best of all, the “ George Washingtons.” As a result of our enthusiasm in delivering the latter as often as opportunity permitted, several of our members were suspended, but friend Badger soon allowed them to return. When through with the elementary wood-work we took up wood-turning and moulding. Many of us also made picture frames, instrument boxes, and roller-top desks, not to mention dumb-bells turned on the sly. We cannot leave the wood-room and its pleasant associations, without recalling one familiar person. It does not require much effort to bring to mind our old friend, “ Pop,” laden with two huge baskets filled with goodies. Although we were constantly using circular saws and planers, we met with but few accidents. The most serious misfortune was that which befell Mosman, by which he sustained the loss of two fingers. Another kind of an accident, however, befell several of our members, and it is not with the pleasantest feelings that they bring to mind the free ride which the city tendered them. 37 More enthusiasm was shown at our first class election than at any subsequent one. The class was divided into two parties; one favored the choice of a Worcester man for president, the other, of an outsider. The latter faction won, choosing Crawshaw, from St. Paul. It was a wise choice, as we needed something firm and substantial to uphold the honor of the class. Tearing that Crawshaw might need some help in this matter, we elected Higgins as vice-president. Polk was to record the brave deeds of the class, and Gay had charge of its monies. Another important question was soon brought up for decision. What could we have for a mascot ? After considerable thought and argument we finally accepted Higgins’ idea of having a huge wooden battle-axe with ’96 prominently painted upon it, the whole to be well covered with blood. Harris, our speedy carpenter, turned his skill to good account, so that, in a short time, the mascot was ready to receive the blood. It was suggested that each member should shed one drop for the adornment of the axe, but fearing that this might be too great a loss, and that, after all, it would soon wash off, we decided that red paint would do just as well. The only real blood which it received was that shed during its construction. In order to obtain “ a clear comprehension of principles,” we studied Algebra, Solid Geometry, and Free- Hand Drawing. In Algebra we solved for x and y, squared, cubed arid cube-rooted. Prof. Conant unravelled the mysteries of the parallelopipeds, spheres, truncated cones, etc. Prof. Gladwin endeavored to instil into us that artistic taste which was evidently lacking. How the proportions and perspectives of those wooden models and plaster casts suffered when we tried to transfer them to paper ! When the weather permitted, we were allowed to make outdoor sketches, so that we had more objects with which to satisfy this newly acquired taste. Clark, Reed and Riley were the stars in this study, and by their good work the reputation of the class was saved. It was not until Spring that the upper classes realized that w r e, as Preps, amounted to anything except as wood- wasters and ardent believers in the merits of the father of our country. It required only three innings and a score of 13 to 1 to prove ’96’s superiority over ’95 in base-ball. Of course we were happy over our triumph, and, if we could only defeat ’94, we, the Preps, would be class champions, a thing quite beyond the comprehension of any of the students, except ourselves. During the next week base-ball was the principal topic for discussion. On April 24th the battle with ’94 was w ' aged. At the height of the contest our president made his appearance on the field, bearing aloft our mascot, the huge battle-axe. ’94 at once held a council of w r ar, determining to get this coveted 38 emblem. Crawshaw, surrounded by loyal ’96 men, was, however, able to withstand all assaults. The magic effect wrought by our mascot, together with the yells previously practiced in the shop tower, did their part in winning the victory. ’94 had met their Waterloo. During the night the score, 7-4, grew in large red figures upon several neighboring marble sidewalks and granite curbings. Our philosophers advanced no theories in explanation of this phenomenon. ’96’s generosity alone prompted the payment of a certain bill for red paint, which was subsequently presented to the class. June soon came, bringing with it those dreaded semi-annual exams, but their effects were not as damaging as we had feared. Before parting we met for the last time as Preps in the drawing-room to sample Rebboli’s best. Thus the curtain was forever drawn upon Prep life as we, the last of the Preps, dispersed, and wended our way homeward. Chapter II. TOILING SOPHOMORES. NLY two of our number failed to show that aptness for mechanics which was desirable if one wished to continue work at the Institute. Two other members also failed to make their appearance. So, in the Fall of 1893, only sixty-four members rallied around the mascot for a year’s hard work. The principle of rotation in office seemed quite a reasonable plan for us to follow. Consequently we elected Whittall to succeed Crawshaw, with Riley as his right-hand assistant. Tilton continued the record of our deliberations, while Congdon carefully guarded our bank books. We found at the outset that our work was to be much more difficult than that of the preceding half year. Trigonometry occupied our attention twice a week. We discussed and examined fully the relations which existed between the angles of the triangle. Formulas were changed and rechanged. Those fundamental formulas, which then seemed indelibly printed upon our minds, have 30 gradually faded until now only a few remain, but probably none of us will ever forget that sin 2 + cos 2 = 1. At this time we became acquainted with Mr. Beals, who initiated us into the subject of Inventional Geometry. This was, indeed, a treat for our inventive faculties. English was served up as dessert once a week by Prof. Cutler- We were, however, united in the belief that, after all, we were not very fond of dessert. Chemistry was interesting, and it also afforded us opportunities for getting jokes on the professor. How could we help laughing when he would deliberately burn his fingers, much to the amusement of his assistants, or when he would patiently and semi-unconsciously try to fit a large glass stopper into a tiny test-tube? Explosions were of frequent occurrence, yet they had no serious results. Noxious odors and gases were still more frequent. The professor’s olfactory organ seemed to be somewhat inactive, for he, directly over the gases, did not mind them, while we, in a distant part of the room, were often convulsed with sneezing and coughing. Yet, with all these disturbances, the lectures were interesting and instructive. Physics, under Prof. Kendrick, was not considered by all of us a perfect success. Long words and intricate mathematical calculations were not conducive to clearing away that mistiness which naturally surrounded our reasoning faculties. But with the aid of Ramirez as official time-keeper and Nickoloff as an all-around assistant, the professor managed to make us understand the fundamental principles. German was a snag against which we all ran with considerable force. Those conjugations and double trans¬ lations were dreaded by everyone, but with the aid of “ponies” and especially prepared interlinear editions, we were able to master “ Karl der Grosse ” and some few fairy tales. The popularity of our instructor, Mr. Viles, went a long way toward rendering this usually disagreeable subject more pleasant. Do not think, however, that we were so absorbed with our German that the instructor could not spend time to leap through the window to chase from the grounds those obnoxious youngsters who, by their sarcastic remarks through the window, had raised his wrath to the boiling point. We now left the wood-room and proceeded to the machine shop. First we were crowded into the draughting room, where “ M. P.,” with many promptings from Mr. Mitchell, proceeded to explain the uses of the most common tools. Then we were let loose in the machine shop to learn those things which could only be gained from experience. Some of us were “caged” up with Mr. Craig in the tool-room, others learned from Dan, of the engine-room, the art 40 of shoveling smoke and oiling the pump, while still others, under John’s supervision, burned and hammered their fingers in the blacksmith shop. Mr. Mitchell’s and Mr. Coum an’s eyes were opened wide with astonishment at the wonderful ingenuity which we showed in rigging up the lathes. The names of the tools bothered us somewhat, but gradually we became acquainted with them. After the first greenness had worn off, we were able to talk quite wisely about dead-smooth files, diamond-points, or side rake. This first year in the shop served to make us familiar with the machines and tools and with some few of the tricks in the machinist trade. During the Thanksgiving recess those of us who lived near the Institute were treated to an unusual sight. A portion of the Salisbury Laboratories was burned. Several of the members of ’9(5 distinguished themselves by removing books from places of danger, by getting in the firemen’s way, or by swallowing a considerable quantity of unwhole¬ some smoke. This fire caused us a loss of several exercises in the Chemical Laboratory, but I dare not say that many tears were shed on that account. January came around all too soon. The results of the examinations helped a few of our number to come to the decision that ’1)7 suited their tastes better than ’9(5, while one or two believed that Tech atmosphere did not at all agree with them. The succeeding half year introduced a few new studies. Descriptive Geometry forced us to undergo severe mental gymnastics. If one liked the study, he could get along with it fairly well, but if, perchance, the reverse were true, it was in vain that he poised the books as planes, pencils for lines, or erasers for points. Analytic Geometry with its parabolas and ellipses, was also somewhat confusing, but, with Prof. Sinclair’s homely illustrations, we were kept from flying off on a tangent. Many of us came to the firm belief that, when solving problems in Geometry, it was far easier to do so by Geometry rather than by Algebra. It would be difficult to estimate the loss which occurred in that room, due to the waste of shoe leather and lead pencils. We hope that in the near future the Institute may see its way clear to install some one of the latest cash-carrier systems. During the first half of the year we continued our artistic (?) work with Prof. Gladwin, but in January we switched off onto Mechanical Drawing under A. L. Smith. We tried to explain our confusing mass of dimensions by suitable drawings, but in order to do so, it became necessary for us to buy a kit of instruments and a Saratoga cash box. The purchase of our instruments so stranded us financially that, instead of filling our box with gold 41 nuggets, we let Payne’s Gray keep company with Gamboge therein. Four hours a week were spent in becoming round shouldered over our boards, wielding our screwdriver-like pencils. But what was health compared with the knowledge of the use of T squares, triangles and scrolls ! Coe held the president’s chair those four months, while Darling filled the second position of honor. Phelps served as our scribe and Cunningham as our financier. After the weeder had once more gotten in his work at the semi-annual exams, we settled down in the shop to efface the summer practice of one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Gradually the amount lessened, and, at last, we were able to satisfy our parents’ desire to welcome their sons home. Chapter III. STUDIOUS JUNIORS. FTER the summer vacation we assembled again in Boynton Hall. We were heartily glad that we had progressed so far in our course, and now resolved to make a desperate trial for the goal. Inactivity during the vacation had ren¬ dered us somewhat unfit for study, but, after a little introductory “grinding,” we were once more in prime condition. We pursued several of our previous studies, together with an addition of Calculus. It is nearly impossible to estimate the trouble which those extremely small particles, differentials, caused us. We can never forget how our hearts quaked when Prof. Conant directed his searching eyes on us and quizzed us about some features of the lesson of which we knew but little. By use of the first derivative, a portion of us found how to obtain marks above the minimum limit, and so left the study behind. Although we were carefully drilled in the subject, yet we showed a remarkably weak memory when later we had to apply it in Mechanics. ] Hiring the first term, Knowles, with Mayo as an assistant, steered onr ship of state. Phelps kept the log book, while Tilton acted as purser. As we look back over this year we see one great event which outshines all others. After the January exams, we were to follow the old custom of celebrating our “ Half-Way Thro’.” For six months we had carefully planned for this event. When the longed-for time arrived we went to the depot in groups of three or four, for fear that we might be kidnapped on the way. Our mascot, carefully wrapped in a mackintosh, was, of course, also taken along. At the depot we expected an onslaught from the other classes, but our plans had been so carefully kept secret that they did not suspect our departure. We were soon seated in our private car and under way for little Rhody. The time was pleasantly passed in listening to the concerts by Zaeder and Lamson, in playing cards, or in visiting the special attractions in the corners of the car. When someone announced that we had reached Woonsocket, we gave a grand P. I., ending with a bugle call. It can be imagined how we felt, when, on reaching the platforms, it was found that we had wasted our breath on the desolate pastures of Whitinsville. Before long we arrived at our destination. We proceeded at once to the Providence Athletic Association House, which we found to be a magnificent structure. The whole building was thrown open for our use. The time sped away rapidly, though the banquet came none too soon. The repast was excellent, as were also the toasts which soon followed. Leonard was undoubtedly the orator of the evening. At A. M. it was decided to send a C. O. I). telegram to one of our newly-married instructors, to inform him that we should not be present at his exercise that day. The early morning hours lay somewhat heavy on our hands, and we were glad when the hour arrived to start homeward. One other event of this year was also of great interest to ’1)0 men. Through the generosity of the State Legislature, the Institute was able to erect our new Mechanical Laboratory and Power House. We felt considerable interest in watching the chimney connected with the latter building as it grew in height day by day. We were pleased to see the workmen erect a little flag on its top, when it was completed. But our pleasure was destined soon to be overshadowed by chagrin. One morning, shortly afterwards, as we ascended Tech Hill, we were considerably surprised to see a large banner with the figures “ ’95 ’’upon it, floating in the breezes from the chimney’s top. ’ 1Hat once decided that the hostile flag must be removed. But, when we tried to ascend the chimney, w r e found that the wily ’95 men had removed the ladders, and that w r e were unable to replace them. What was to be done? Only a 48 short time remained for action. Our inventive minds could conjure up no scheme for the removing of the offensive banner. Then Young stepped forth, and offered to scale the frail staging. Immediately he began the ascent. Grad¬ ually he arose, climbing hand over hand. All eyes followed him in the upward course. All feared that some misfortune might befall him. One false hold or one misstep meant a cruel death below. At last the top, ninety-four feet above the ground, was reached. The banner was torn from its staff, and thrown to us below. Thus ’96 won another trophy to keep its mascot company. We found that the fundamental secret of success in the study of Mechanics lay in the interpretation and application of that oft-repeated phrase, “ ' lake Moments.” Our professor in this subject showed himself to be an expert at drawing circles, but we fear his skill at this was cultivated at the expense of his penmanship. Notwithstanding ugly rumors, Steam Engineering with “ J. C.” Rice was not as bad as we had feared. The famous story about the semi-occasional trips of the one-horse street car originated with Prof. Kimball, whom we had in Electricity. This professor’s interesting way of lecturing and his earnestness rendered him one of the most popular men with whom we came in contact. Prof. Kimball permitted us to spend two hours a week in the Physical Laboratory, where we could “ pull the string ” or “ press the button ” to our hearts’ content. When we met with Economics, commonly called “ Polly Con,” the Science of Wealth, we thought that we had struck a bonanza. But, although we talked for four months about money, interest, banks, etc., we couldn’t see that our pocket books had grown any fatter. At the Indoor Athletic Meet we made a good showing, and at the Spring Games we calmly walked off with the laurels. Thus we upheld our enviable reputation in athletics. The preparation for the burlesque, “Shylock, Jr.; or, The Merchant up to Date,” which was presented in the Worcester Theatre in the early Spring, required considerable of our time, but the fun derived from the play repaid us for the hours and days put into it. ’96 was well represented in the cast. Lamson as Antonio, who wished to be a kind friend to all, was led into many difficulties in carrying out his plans. Carpenter, and Crawshaw, his running mate, as Gratiano and Sa anio, sometimes called “ Saloonio,” made much of their small parts, and well pleased the audience by their algebraical solution of the dance order perplexity. Those who took part in the ballets were pronounced too pretty for anything, and surely deserved the applause which always greeted them. The dancing dolls and the banjo club also came in for their share of glory. While such acts were taking place in view of the audience, stranger sights 44 might have been witnessed behind the scenes. There, one might have seen the frankfort men and gondoliers making love to the flower girls, and the negro banjo club endeavoring to become once more white men. Riley and Vaughn were kept busy operating the moon and the electric gondola, or putting the “ ponderous mechanism” of the “mam¬ moth, practical, and realistic pile-driver” into working order. Although not a success financially, all who attended the burlesque declared it such in every other respect. At our Half-Way Thro’ we had selected our class officers for this second term. Carpenter became presi¬ dent, Riley, vice-president, Leonard, secretary, and Tilton continued to serve us as treasurer. The April showers soon brought forth the lilac blossoms on the bushes at Boynton Hall. Then we realized that our vacation was near. The days sped rapidly by, and we were soon able to enjoy another well-earned rest. __ - - Chapter IV. SEDATE SENIORS. N SEPTEMBER, 1895, Dr. Mendenhall painted bright prospects for us upon graduation, but assured us that much depended upon this, the last lap of our race. All the preceding work had been preparatory to our “professional” work of the Senior terms. A marked change was at once noticed in the character of the efforts of many of our number, each apparently feeling that he must now make the most of the short time remaining. At this time we had to decide whether we preferred to graduate as Mechanical or as Electrical Engineers. Ab out two-thirds of the class decided to become “ burnt out” Electrics, thereby bequeathing the machine-shop practice to the other third, their greasy brethren, the Mechanics. The latter men had an opportunity to review their prevoius work, part of the time being spent in each of the various departments, pattern-room, draughting-room, machine-shop and blacksmith-shop, while the former devoted their best energies to making storage batteries, or plotting B. H. curves. 45 Several of our subjects were now taught in the Mechanical Laboratory, which we had found ready for occupancy on our return in the Fall. Questions were always first in order at our daily somnambulic seances. We enjoyed our quiet siestas, while one or two members discussed base-ball curves or canoe-sailing with the professor. Thermo, with Prof. Bird, was probably the blindest study that we ever came across, yet we managed to follow the professor’s advice, and carried away, in all, thirty-two points about the study. We probably enjoyed the Engineering Laboratory work as much as any that we had this term. Here we were kept busy catching flying weights at the hydraulic tanks, balancing the Alden Absorption Dynamometer, the twentieth century wonder, or keeping our eyes on the professor to see that he didn’t “ doctor” the injector. Political Science suited us a little better than “ Polly Con ” had done. The professor commended to our notice as collateral reading, such a multitude of books that we were obliged to cast them all aside and cling desperately to Bryce. By dint of hard study and much reading, we obtained a fair knowledge of our government’s working, and of David Crocker’s fast horses and steam yachts. We showed the patience of a Job in listening to and trying to digest the discourses in “ English Lit.” Prescribed rea dings devoured so much of our time that opportunities for breathing presented themselves only now and then. Fortunately for us, how¬ ever, book reviews came to the rescue “so that” we still survive. “ So much for English Lit.” ’96 had always been proud of her foot-ball men. But about this time the class undertook a little foot-ball enterprise of her own. For some time after this two familiar lines hovered in our memory : “ Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.” A miniature civil war occurred within our ranks when the time arrived for deciding on the class photographer. Hearn and Hardy, both of Boston, were the candidates for the position. It is needless to say that, at the end of the conflict, Hardy came out the better, and received our hearty support. In athletics, this term, we more than upheld our reputation. We were well represented in the Indoor Meet. On Field-Day we again won the banner, an unusual thing for a Senior class at Tech. During our twenty-four hour boiler test, divided into six hour sections, we managed to derive considerable 4G fun from our work. Shoveling coal, weighing water, or analyzing flue-gases was, of course, tiring, but “Pop’s” hot frankforts served to revive the famished and weary. Our new instructor, Prof. Reeve, had ideas of his own about teaching, but when he found that they did not meet with our approval, he graciously abandoned them, much to our satisfaction. Riley was our referee in locomotive matters, while Jencks furnished a miscellaneous supply of knowledge, so that, with their assistance, we usually spent a pleasant hour. Riley, the class president of the first term, was succeeded by [encks, whose rulings .a la Cushing commanded admiration and awe. Vaughn was vice-president, and McClure, treasurer, during the entire year. In January, Tilton stepped in to fill the vacancy left by Higgins, as secretary. We look forward to the coming of June with a peculiar feeling of gladness, but tinged, nevertheless, with sorrow. Gladness, because we have completed the race set before us ; sorrow, because we must burst asunder the bonds which have bound us to the Institute and to one another. Soon we must launch our craft into the surging waters of life, and we sincerely hope that the strong winds of earnestness and courage may carry us on through a successful voyage. Wherever we are and under whatever difficulties we labor, it may be well to remember that w ithin the breast of each member of ’ 1)G, there is a heart throbbing with interest for our alma mater. Although we may be scattered broadcast throughout the land, may our esprit de corps ever hold us together as members of the Class of ’90. 47 IPecsonal. George Daniei. Alderman, ... ... Electric. “Aldy.” or “G. D.” means the same thing. George was born on a farm in Middlefield, Ct„ 2. ' ! years ago, and still makes maple sugar there during the spring vacation. He is 5 ft., 8 in., tall and weighs 1(50 pounds. Is another of those men who have increased the difficulty of the In¬ stitute’s work of civilization by preparing at Worcester Academy. During his course has always displayed an interest in foot-ball, and, in his Senior year, played sub on the ’Varsity and Class teams. Is a regular attendant at the Lincoln Square Baptist Church, and sings in the choir. Also, can always be counted on to be present at sociables. Isn’t on the police force, neverthe¬ less, has a regular beat between Lincoln Square and Chadwick Square. Alas! poor “Aldie.’’ He has been seen gazing fondly in furniture store windows, and we fear he is deeply entangled in the net of the undraped god. In spite of these little defects we love him still. Yet we wish to say distinctly that this last does not apply to his connection with the Glee Club. With a few favored ones his memory will long be kept green by his famous lemonade. Leon Pratt Alford, ....... Electric. Born in Simsbury, Conn., but now comes from notorious Plainville in the same state. Is one of our babies, a lad of nineteen summers, though vigorous and promising, as his height of 5 ft., 10 in., and his weight of 105 lbs. testify. When he first came to us, had no special interest in anything—didn ' t see the use of living ; but our influence could overcome even this cynicism. During his earlier connection with us exhibited no evidence of his real ability, but again our influence got in its work, and later his development has been rapid. In Calc, Poly Con and Civil Gov he was “out of sight ’’ to most of us. Is not generally supposed to have any attractions among the fair sex, still some of us know that Alderman’s and Southwick’s influence is not wholly lost. Yet if he would be careful about Y. M. C. A. concerts, we should feel con¬ fident about his future. 48 Percy Elmer Barbour, ...... Mechanic. The Ward McAllister of his native city, Bath, Me., was as guileless as a dove when he first struck Worcester. But his intimacy with llrown, during the Prep year, changed him so that before that delightful year was over, he was known to all the frequenters of Institute Park. (Brown denies this.) Barbour is 20 years old, weighs 108 lbs., and is 5 ft., 10 in., tall, when not promenading Main Street, where he always arises to the occasion, especially when he has on his sweater with the big W on the front. 1’ercy was the first ’90 editor on the IV P staff, where he remained until his departure for the classic shades of Bowdoin, at the end of our first year. He, however, thought better of Tech after a short absence, and returned to the fold during the last half of the Sophomore year. He denounces grinding, but his intimate acquaint¬ ances say he doesn ' t practice what he preaches. Takes fits of reform periodically and covers up the chromo-types in his room with blue prints of the great Bath Iron Works. Percy has very strong likes and dislikes, a nd is a bright, original fellow in many ways. Is Tech’s fastest walker, having won that event two years in succession. Francis H. Brigham. ......... .... “Big Brig” joined our ranks in the Spring of ’95 and helped us beat his old classmates in the field sports. He failed to return to Tech in our Senior year, much to the chagrin of the foot-ball team of which he had been elected captain. “ Brig ” was one of the best all-around athletes in the country. He could throw the hammer over 100 feet, put the shot 37 feet, run 100 yards in 11 seconds, besides being a good high and broad jumper, pole vaulter and 000-yard runner. We are exceedingly proud to claim “ Brig ” as member of our class. Frank Preston Bascom, ...... Electric. Familiarly known as “ Baggy’’; is a lengthy youth of twenty years, who claims Clinton as his home and birthplace. He is one of the class ' s six-footers, protruding into the atmosphere to the length of two yards and one inch. His normal weight is 167 lbs. If there was ever a spoit which “ Baggy ” thoroughly enjoyed, it was snow-balling. He was perfectly delighted when he “soaked ” a fellow student in the back of the neck, and he was right at home when it came to “tapping” electric light globes or hitting the bell in Central Church. Outside of the high jump, “ Baggy ” never took any active part in athletics, although he took great interest in all branches of sport, and was a constant 50-cent patronizer of all lDase-ball and foot-ball games. Civil government was “ Baggy’s ” snap in the line of studies. It was perfect “ meat ” for him to “ elucidate” on the contrast between the American and English cabinets, and to rattle off the list of American legislators who have been impeached, and we feel quite sure that if “ Baggy” ever gets into Congress, the early instructions he received from “Jinny” and the healthful influence which the class had on him, will aid him materially. Has been instrumental in McClure’s evolution since his Prep year. 49 Henry Beyer, ........ Electric. Called “ Brooklyn”; when on the street hugs the buildings and shadows as though there was something in them. Takes great delight in giving “ Jinny ” vivid descriptions of economic government in Brooklyn, of which city he is a native. Is undoubtedly one of the first six in the class—taken alphabetically. Has shown great interest in base-ball and polo and was man¬ ager of the famous ’95 team representing Tech in that latter sport. Is a very popular man and is one of the most obliging and conscientious workers, outside his studies, in the class. Has recently commenced burning incense at the shrine of Terpsichore and since then easily cuts more ice than any man in the class. Received his preparation in the Brooklyn High School, and before coming here had some practice in machine shop and draughting room. Is 21 years old, 6 feet tall, and weighs 165 lbs. Is fond of mathematics, and his bluffs in other subjects are on a magnificent scale, but always well engineered. Will always be remembered for having his name constantly attached to the bulletin board in connection with banjo club rehearsals. “ Bill ” was all right as far as he went, but he didn’t go quite far enough. He left us at the end of our Sophomore year, stayed with ’97 for a while, and then left for good. He is now working as draughtsman for the Morgan Construction Co. Ellis Eugene Brown, . ...... Electric. Born in Mystic, Conn.; is now fond of proclaiming the rural town of Amesbury as his home. Is 22 years old, 5 ft., inches tall, and weighs 145 lbs. His stature, or lack of it, and his sprinting abilities won him the nickname of “ Bloss.” Was graduated from the Amesbury High School and finished his preparation for Tech at Phillips Exeter Academy. Brown finds electricity the most interesting study in the course, and in the subject has many excellent and original ideas. He detests English, and “ there are others.” Has always shown much interest in all branches of athletics and is now captain of the ’96 track team. Has a very cordial manner of congratulating others on their mistakes. Declined “Frau ” as “der Frau ,” “die Frau ” and “das Frau ,” and failed to see the joke. Has fooled many people, for he is not as innocent as he looks. Is an excellent man on a jolly and takes especial delight in bulldozing Fuller. Sat in the front row in Poly Con and laughed at all “ Jinny’s ” jokes, whether good or not, as a matter of policy. William E. Carroll. 50 Ralph Farnham Bunker, . ... Electric. Ralph probably has a sight acquaintance with more Worcester belles than any other mem¬ ber of the class. The list of girls he knows would fill a book, and those he would like to know would fill several volumes. In his twenty-three years existence, he has seen life in all its varied forms, and has come to the conclusion that a life on the stage is the only one for him. The only branch of sport in which “Bunk” takes any interest is base-ball, at which game he has played left-field on the ’Varsity for three successive seasons. He lives with the rest of the grinds at 20 John Street, but for all that he gets along as well as the best of them. Some say “Bunk” is lucky in his studies, but, be that as it may, it is the universal opinion that he has a good faculty for saying just enough and no more when called upon to recite. “ Bunk ” is 5 ft., 10 ' i in., high, and by the good living he has obtained at his hash house, together with the summer breezes of Milford, he has reached the weight of 108 lbs. Charles C. Chalfant. ............. “ C. C. C.” stayed with us during the best part of his life, but was finally obliged to join forces with ’97. Charlie was one of our after-dinner speakers at the Half-Way Thro,’ and, although he has had many a good time in his day, that night was the best of the lot. Charlie is principally noted for his similarity to his cousin John, (nit). Horace Carpenter, . . . t T A Electric. “ Hoddie,” “ Slim ” or “Skelly ” hails from St. Johnsbury, Vt., and that he was never heard to express regret for that misfortune is only another example of his depravity. Prepared for the Tech at St. Johnsbury Academy, where, to judge from the amount of work he has done since, the course must have been very severe. Is a jolly good fellow, and one of the most pop¬ ular in the class. As intimated, his successes have not all been in his studies. His record in¬ cludes Toastmaster for our Half-Way Thro’ Class, president for the second half of the Junior year, played Gratiano in the Tech Burlesque, and Business Manager of the IV PI. In height he is 5 ft., 11 in., but in weight he is a little wanting, for his mass is only —j 2- In spite of this deficiency he is a valuable man in a scrap, as the affairs of the Battle Axe and of the Silk Hat can testify. “ Hoddie’s” favorite studies have been on the effects of nicotine, and on the attractions of a certain noted female newspaper writer. 51 l jr John Weakley Chalfant, Jr. . . . . f rA Electric. Was born in Allegheny City, Pa., a little over twenty years ago, but his home has always been in Pittsburg. He is 5 ft., 8 in., and weighs 125 lbs. when “out ot training.” He received his early education in the public schools of Pittsburg, but went to the Shadyside Academy in the same city to prepare for Tech, and to learn the Pennsylvania Mountain dialect, and the art of distilling corn juice. He was an associate editor of the IV P for one year, and editor-in- chief during his Senior year. During this last year he has cultivated, under glass, a luxuriant (?) mustache. If, after commencement, this still interests him, he will take a P. G. in horticulture at Amherst Aggie, otherwise he is tending toward Harvard Law School. Though slight in appearance he has a very aggressive front, and always wears his business expression during classes. His “Now, Professor ! ” is at times quite killing. Doesn’t mean anything by it, though. Had a pull with W. Baldo and some others, but with Phelon it was quite an evident thrust. Walter A. Clark. Was the star artist of the class, if not the best that was ever in the Institute. Was a good scholar, and left us, not be¬ cause he had to, but because he preferred a change. Is now studying art in New York. We occasionally see specimens of his work in current magazines. Thomas Hamilton Coe, . . . . . 2 A E Electric. Thomas H. Coe, or “ Cow ” as Baldy says, is that youth with the Oxford locks, who claims he lives beyond New Worcester, but who really resides on Richards Street. Tom was manager of our class base-ball team during the Prep year, and manager of ’Varsity team in the season of ’95. He has also been vice-president of the Base-ball Association, so that taking it altogether, he has quite a base-ball record. He was president of the class during the second half of the Sophomore year, and also served the class as a member of the Half-Way Thro’ Committee. Tom is a resident of Worcester, and received his preparation for Tech in the pub¬ lic schools of this city. He is 20 years old, weighs 145 lbs. and stands 5 ft., 8 in. Tom is known as one of the brightest men in the class, but the only trouble is that he hates to cultivate his brightness. He manages to “slay” about all the studies, but he has a particular liking for Mathematics, especially Descriptive Geometry. Tom knew how to use a pair of sore eyes to the very best advantage with his instructors. Frank Edwin Congdon, . . . . . , SAE Electric. “Mister Frank ” or “ Frankie ” was born in East Greenwich, R. I., twenty years ago. Early in his career he migrated to Nantucket, where, under the combined influence of sea breeze and fresh fish he has attained the height of 5 ft., 8 in., and the weight of 145 pounds. Came to us from the Coffin School, Nantucket. Was class treasurer during first half of Sophomore year, but, as we believe, without any consequent blemishes of character. Of the necessary evils he preferred “ Trig ” and “ Dutch.” Frank is a quiet but pleasant fellow and is liked by all. Is extremely fond of “Sarah Jane,” but that is all right, for “Sarah Jane” is only a pipe. We have not been able to locate the center of his affections, but we believe that some of the neigh¬ boring girls’ colleges have strong attractions for him. Herbert E. Currier. . . ■ • • • • • • • • Came with Sibley from the hills of Leicester. Will always remember the morning he walked down to one of Levi’s exams with six feet of snow on the ground. Was a good singer and exercised his lungs in the burlesque. Fred Duane Crawshaw, . . . . • . f r A Electric. Has more aliases than any man in the class. Answers to “ Fat,” “ Wibod,” “ Phosphate,” “ Saloonio,” “ Freddie,” or any old thing you happen to think of. Comes from St. Paul, Minn., where, to judge from his appearance, wheat, beef, pork, and other nutritious foods are plentiful. Has been 22 years in attaining his present height of 5 ft., 10 in., but in that time has grown to weigh 200 lbs. Was first president of the class, and held the floor in good shape at the mem¬ orable mascot scrap. Was chairman of Half-Way Thro’ Committee. He has been assistant manager of IV P , and manager of the foot-ball team season of ’95. Played centre for ’96 in the W. A. C. game. Likes the shop better than anything else at the Tech. Made a hit in the burlesque as “Saloonio.” “Freddie” was a goodly youth when he first came from the “Wild and Woolly,” but so much “ Hoddie”has completely changed him. He has even been seen smoking “ Willies ” in their den on Lancaster Street. Is constantly threatened with divorce by “ Hod.” We fear he would not remain single long, if we may judge from his interest in hair oil and Wesby Street. Is an advocate of Carter’s Little Liver Pills as an aid to boiler making. Electric. Edward Leo Cullen, There is only one man who answers to the name, “ Cull,” and that is Edward L. Cullen, stu¬ dent, teacher, ball player and all-around-sport, house, 9 Woodland Street, Worcester, Mass. Office hours, 12 P. M. to 8 A. M. Now, “ Cull” is only twenty-two, although his locks are turning white and his joints do crack like a man of eighty. “ Cull ” is only 5 ft., 0 in., and has but 13.0 lbs. to push up the steps on West Street, but still, if he offers to lick any man in the crowd for a dollar, you keep your dollar in your pocket. His favorite occupation is ball tossing, and he gives the best of them points in short-stop work or in giving the umpire a “ jolly.” “ Cull” was one of the members of the famous Prep team that won the class championship in the Summer of ’93. He has played on the ’Varsity nine for three seasons, and has also played during the Summer vacation on local amateur teams. In studies, “ Cull ” rather favors elec¬ tricity, although he can put up a good game in most any of the subjects. His preparatory school was the Worcester High. “ Eddie ” keeps rather late hours, still we believe that the fair sex is not at all to be blamed in this case. Everett S. Eddy. ............. Was a great friend of Mac’s, but the best of friends must part, and they had to. Will be remembered as a very promising foot-ball player. William Hilton Cunningham, . . . . 2AE Electric. William H. Cunningham was born in Worcester, twenty-three years ago, but now resides in one of the suburbs called Auburn. “ Billy ” or “ Gene ” graduated from the Worcester High School in ’92, and held the office of class poet. He has always taken a great interest in ath¬ letics, having played two seasons on the foot-ball eleven, and been a member of the inter-colle¬ giate team one year. He has led a busy life while he has been with us. Has been athletic director, class treasurer, vice-president of the foot-ball association. Was a ballet girl in the ’95 show. Is also chairman of our reception committee, and an editor of the class-book. “Billy ” has figured prominently in two Half-Way Thro’s. At ’9G’s supper he responded to a toast, and in ’95 had something to do in preventing Warren from responding to his. “ Bill ” weighs a solid 100 lbs., and is 5 ft., S ' A in., tall. His most favored study was Descript. His favorite amusement is canoeing, and it is safe to say that he doesn’t always paddle alone. 54 Everett Field Darling, ...... Electric. Everett is ' 06’s yachtsman. He has sailed yachts from New York to Bar Harbor, and has got more enjoyment out of it than in spending a whole year at Tech. “Shorty” also likes to build motors, and, next to learning the latest song, this is his fad here at the Tech. He prepared at Delphi Academy, Brooklyn, and at Williston, in which school he went under the name of “ Bucky,” just because he came from Menclon. He learned the game of foot-ball at the latter school, and when he entered Tech he at once caught the crowd by his clever drop- kicking. He tired of the game after the first year, and didn’t don his suit again until the senior year, when we formed our class team and played the W. A. C. He played right end in this memorable game. “ Shorty ” is the best all-round musical man in the class. He is an excellent banjo and guitar player and he can pick the mandolin and blow the ocarina very creditably. “Shorty” is 21 years old. He is a very wiry-built youth, weighing 165 lbs., and being 6 feet long. Although quite modest, he was persuaded to be vice-president of the class for one term, and was also on the Half-Way Thro’ Committee. George W. Eddy. ............ A brother of Everett Eddy. Was old in years, but young in spirits. Always took a deep interest in the ladies. Thomas Fletcher Fisher, ...... Electric. Thomas H. Fisher is known all over Tech Hill as “Tommy.” He was born and bred in Westford, Mass., and received his preparatory education at the local Academy. “Tommy” has caught on the base-ball team for three years, and, outside of dancing, he likes this sport better than anything else. The manner in which he was accustomed to rustle his stocky limbs after foul flies was a treat to players as well as spectators. “Tommy” also dabbled in foot-ball a little during his Prep year. He was regarded as the coming tackle for Tech, but he soon found the game had no charms for him and so he gave it up. However, he came out to play guard for ’t)6’s senior team. When not playing ball or winding motors our good-natured “ I omrny ” can be usually found tripping over the waxed floor in company with some popular Worcester maiden. The saying, “he could die waltzing ”, directly applies to Tom, and he doesn’t deny it. His age is twenty-three years, height, 5 ft., 9 in., and he makes the scale pan move to accommodate 175 lbs, Mechanic. Walter Marshall Fuller, Is a native of Worcester, and was graduated from its English High School. Had so much German pumped into him there that he easily discounted the rest of us when we came to it in our course. Another evidence of the improvement ’96 associations have on a man. Has been called a grind, but consoles himself by warbling, “There are others;” and he is right. Is a wil¬ ling and hard worker and is, therefore, imposed upon. Loves Roger W. from the bottom of his heart, (nit.) He rather astonished us all by his giddy behavior as a flower girl, in the ’95 show, Was the first man in the history of the Institute to solve the cone problem in Calc. Is well up in all his studies, and sure of the first six. Fuller is 21 years old, 5 ft., in., high and weighs 125 lbs. By force of circumstances was obliged to take his thesis on the “ Motion¬ less ”, but got it going to “beat four of a kind” before he got done. Took it upon himself to worry a good deal about the completion of ’95’s lathe, but being a good mechanic, survived the strain. Shows his literary ability in the Class History in this book. Francis L. Gehr. Was the spirited left-handed youth from Chicago; always stood up for his native city and swore it would beat New York in the end. Was a good ball-tosser and played on our Prep team. Also a star at tennis. His departure was not through any lack of ability in scholarship. His loss was keenly felt, for half the jollity and mirth of the class was in him. Frederick Waldo Gay, ...... Electric. Best known as “Freddie”, but answers also to the appellation, “ Fatique ”, with accent on the last syllable. First saw the light in Manchester, N. H., 22 years ago, but spent most of his youth in the wild and woolly West. But he couldn’t stay away, so Freddie came back, took up his abode in Worcester and prepared for Tech in the Worcester High. May be recognized by following description: brown hair, red cheeks, height, 5 ft., 9 in., weight, 176 pounds, generally with, sometimes without, heavy dark mustache; black cutaway coat and patent leather shoes. Was last seen on Pearl Street in company with “ Mac.” Was class treasurer during Prep year, but we do not believe the report that he was once tempted to leave for Canada. Freddie took an active part in the burlesque of ’93, playing the r61e of ballet girl. We under¬ stand that the fair ones of Worcester say that Freddie is just lovely, but that is no reason why he should stand for hours at a time in Easton’s doorway. George Slocomb Gibbs. 2 A E Electric. “ Gegie ” hails from the metropolis of Grafton. His preparation for Tech was at Worces¬ ter Academy. Would just as soon study when there isn’t anything else to do, but even then he would prefer to call upon the fair ones. Although twenty-two years old, never until the second half of the Senior year, has he tried to raise a mustache. He is now making a very heroic attempt in that direction, and he has the best wishes of his classmates for success in his undertaking. The Duke of Grafton measures 5 ft., 8 4 in., from upper to lower extremities, and tip the scales at 148 lbs. We do not know that he has any favorite study, but, judging from the manner in which he divided up his study hours, we are inclined to believe that he was a little partial toward Calc. Selby L. Hoyle. .............. Selby was the paragon of our Prep year. He could beat anything from a carpet to a professor. Would, probably, have developed into a ball player, for he could catch water-boxes on his head with ease. We are sorry to have lost him, but it’s hard telling where we would have been if he had stayed with us. Albert James Gifford, ....... Mechanic. Is another product of the Worcester High School, of the class of ’04. He is about the youngest man in the class, being but nineteen years of age. He weighs 140 lbs., and is 5 ft., 8 ' 2 in., tall. No special nickname seems to be attached to him, although some persist in calling him “ Gip.” “ Gip ” is one of our few musicians, having belonged to that famous company known as the Tech Banjo Club (rehearsals at Boyden’s, Chambers’, Carroll’s or any old place.) Gilford took an active part in the ’95 burlesque. Besides being one of the hand¬ somely formed ballet girls, he also played the r61e of a slave, and picked his banjo and shot craps for the rich Duke of Morocco. “Gip ” became so infatuated with the parts he took in the show, that even in his old age, he will undoubtedly repeat his performances for the asking. “Gladdy” always took a deep interest in Gifford, but still the latter says he prefers mathe¬ matics to free-hand drawing. We all think he has greatly improved during his course with us, although even now his oratorical tendencies occasionally break loose, much to our discomfort. Electric. Philip Goodrich, “ Rapid Transit” was born in Portsmouth twenty-one years ago, is 6 ft. tall and tips the scales at 160 lbs.; left the Portsmouth High School in the middle of his last year there, in order to enter Tech ’96. Favorite study is Greek, but likes English—a long way off. Won the tennis tour¬ nament in his Senior year, but thought the cup not worth having. Played left end in the ’Varsity season of ’95 and did some star work, as he is gritty and a fine runner. His most common alias is “ Frank Jones,” though he is known to the “ hash house” gang simply as “ Pete.” Goes to church semi-occasionally when he has nothing else to do. Rusticated one summer at Nantucket and became famous for the invention of applying roller skates to his elbows to gain speed going round corners to reach tips on the upper floors. Has a large and complicated vocabulary, and in arguments has an astonishing and confusing flow of negatives, which always wins his point. Has exceedingly aesthetic theatrical taste and is a good judge of that “vivant” air and abandon so entrancing to some. Theodore Lamson. ............. “ Lammie ” must have been born under the planet Venus. At this time the moon was full, Saturn’s rings were “ in soak,” and the Big Dipper was upside down. A remarkable young man, of course. A good pitcher or foot-ball man, but training was not in his line. An excellent musician and a possessor of the best basso profunda ever heard on Tech Hill. “ Lammie ” was our only mininster’s son, and we felt his good influence as long as he was with us. He joined ’97-in our Sophomore year, but couldn’t stand them, so left for Yale, where he was at last accounts. Clifford Raymond Harris, ...... Mechanic. “ Hink ” is a star mechanic and draughtsman and expert photographer. It is to him and Vaughn that we are indebted for the pictures which are seen in this volume. Has been on the base-ball team during his entire course at the Institute, and his negligee attire in the diamond is extremely startling. Played goal on the polo team. Never was in a foot-ball suit before his Sophomore year; then he absorbed the game so rapidly and so much to his own satisfaction that he has been called “ Hinkey ” ever since. However, he always played his end for all it was worth. Captained the eleven during his Senior year. Is oft., 10 in., tall and weighs 165 lbs. with no spare flesh. He was born in York, Neb., 24 years ago, but is now privileged to take part in all Clinton town meetings. His foot-ball hair is a type in itself: nevertheless, it is the envy, we understand, of several Smith College maidens. Frank Chester Heath Electric. “ Heathy ” enjoys the high distinction of being the shortest man in the class. Coupled with the 5 ft., in., which gives him that eminence, has a weight of 125 lbs. First saw light in Whitinsville, 21 years ago, and still hails from that metropolis. Prepared for Institute agony at the Northbridge High School. Is one of our best men, and sure of the first six. Has done good work in mathematics and also in German, in spite of his peculiar translations. Is still consid¬ ered a “grind” by some members of the class, but his intimates know him as a good fellow. “ Heathy” has spent much time and energy in the attempt to raise a mustache, but with indif¬ ferent success. Patience and a continued use of invigorator will, we believe, bring the reward merited by such heroic efforts. Frank was at one time thought to be in Cupid’s meshes, but it is since rumored that he has escaped from the toils and is now fancy free. Albert W. Mf.rriam. Was a friend of our Prep days. But, alas ! the next year he was among the missing. His relatives and friends said his eyes failed him, but we don’t know. He afterward served in the draughting room of the Washburn Shops, but is now on the road “ drumming ” for some business concern. John Woodman Higgins, . . . . . 2AE Electric. John is our “Blondy Willie”; is one of the class’s six-footers, but although tall is not a heavy¬ weight. He tips the beam to the extent of 156 lbs. John looks young, but still he says he votes this year. He has been vice-president and secretary of the Class,president and secretary of the Y. M. C. A., and president and treasurer of the Tech Camera Club. John is one of ' 96’s singers. He is in the Glee Club, and broke several hearts as a flower girl in “ The Merchant.” In athletics, he has been prominent in bicycle racing; he holds the two-mile bicycle record of the college at the present time. He enjoys studying mathematics and drawing. Takes his amusement on the wheel or in boxing at the gym. Also spends considerable time kicking at the existing order of things. At the “George Washingtons” in the old Prep room, was an artist, for he could use his mallet so effectively that the superintendent in the office directly below would not know whence the noise came. John hated Hutch as we do poison. He has been known to spend four hours on one lesson and then not know enough about it to keep from getting thrown down by “ Georgie ” Viles. But “ there were others,” John. 59 George Eli Howe, ....... Mechanic. Somehow, we never struck on a very appropriate nickname for our representative from Lan¬ caster, Mass., but to a few he is known by the name of “Gerry.” Prepared for Tech at the High School of his native place. He early cultivated such a hatred for Dutch that he erased that study from his hour plan, and became a special. Howe is til years old, and you will see by his picture that not all of his time has been wasted. His height is now 5 ft., 8 in., and his weight is 137 lbs. Although very quiet, he is always pleasant and sociable. Showed that he was not lacking in diplomacy by taking for his thesis subject, the great and only absorption dynamometer. Percival Moore. ........... Couldn’t stand the Northern climate, and left, after the Prep year, for his home in the “ Sunny South.” Holi.is Wells Jengks, ....... Mechanic. Lord High Muck-a-Muck of the Senior class. Was born in Hopkinton, R. I.; now resides in New London, Conn. He prepared at the Mystic Valley Institute, and joined us at the beginning of our Sophomore year. Then had only one ambition and that was to be a “grind.” Met with unparalleled success in this line and soon stood at the head of the class. Since then ’96 associations have toned him up a little, though he still maintains his high standard of schol¬ arship. Is remarkably well informed on every subject that we have ever heard discussed in his presence. Delights in holding private confabs with the Profs after the others leave, in order to bring up ideas too profound to be understood by the class. In Political Science he was more than a match for all the rest of the class put together. Altogether, is one of the smartest men in Tech. Before coming here he was a machinist for several years, and so took the Elec¬ trical course, though he graduates a Mechanic. Jencks is the class papa in point of age, having traveled this rocky road for 26 years. He is 5 ft., 9 in., tall and weighs 162 lbs. Played tackle on ’96’s foot-ball team in the W. A. C. game. Shows his business ability in his management of the great Boynton Hall Monopoly. Now holds the highest class office; was also president of the Current Topics Club and vice-president of the W. E. S, Electric. Ernest Mosman. Frank Ernest Knowles, Known formerly and universally as “ Ching.” More recently, however, gets mixed up with “ Ikie,” though through no fault of his. Another of the many most popular fellows in the class. Was president during the first half of our Junior year. Has also been Secretary of the Athletic Association, Assistant Editor of the IV P , and is now Assistant Editor of this book. Doted on German, in which he knew how to work his deep voice and base-ball proclivi¬ ties to the best of advantage with “ Georgie”; besides, he knew a little about the language. “Ching” was born in Worcester, 21 years ago. Since that time he has acquired the greater part of his 5 ft., 8in., of height and his weight of 150 lbs. While in the High School, first displayed his ability at base-ball. At the Tech has played on the ’Varsity nine since his entrance. Also one of the fast rushers on the polo team. Sold “ dogs ” in the burlesque. Is famous for get¬ ting his bones broken. Follows all the fads, even to appendicitis. Proved his ability as a diplomat by pulling an A from “ U. 15.” in Rhetoric. Tries to act the innocent with the fair ones, but makes breaks. A member of the West Street hash gang, and was with us until the winter of ’96. It never seemed right that he should have felt the henchman’s axe, but, of course, other people besides we decide these little matters. Ernest will be remembered as the man who figured so prominently in connection with the buzz saw in the wood-room days. Some say he took no interest in females, but for all his innocent looks, you can’t always sometimes tell. Chart.es Francis Leonard, ...... Mechanic. Charles Francis Leonard, or “ Micawber,” is our famous silver-tongued friend from Green Street. ’96 is as proud of her literary men as she is of her athletes, and we are not slow in tip¬ ping our hats to “ Mac ” as our leading man of letters. We will never forget the toast he gave at the Half-Way Thro’, for in point of excellence it beat anything on the programme, even the supper itself. “ Mac ” has also shown his literary genius on many of the pages of this book. “Mac” is a Worcester boy. He was educated in the public schools and obtained his final preparation for Tech at the English High. He is 20 years of age, weighs 150 lbs, and is 5 ft., 9 in., high. Although rather light he has played foot-ballon the second eleven for two years. He has also done considerable indoor running, and has figured prominently in our meets. He was secretary of the class in the Junior year. Has been Associate Editor of the W P , where he was responsible for the “ Rambler ” column. “ Mac ” has been obliged to stand considerable jollying about his shop work, but still he claims it to be his favorite occupation. 01 James Benjamin Mayo, . . . . . . 2 A E Electric. Better known to his society men as “Papa Jimmy.” Comes from Turner ' s Palis, Mass., and is proud of it. Prepared at Cushing Academy, but before coming to the Institute worked fora short time with his pa in the post-office. Is 23 years old, but in spite of his tender years, is ambitious for a mustache. Is 5ft., 7j4 in., tall,and weighs 155 lbs. Was a member of the ’Var¬ sity eleven, Seasons’93 and’94; also has played on the class foot-ball and base-ball teams. Has been Secretary and Treasurer of the Y. M. C. A., Secretary of the Foot-ball Association, Secretary and Treasurer of the Athletic Association, Vice president of the Class, President of the Washburn Engineering Society, and a member of the Board of Visitors of Wellesley College. Misses Perry’s influence, and has been seen smoking. Shop, Analyt and Mechanics are his favorites, all of which show that he is not wanting in diplomacy. Has the best wishes of many fair friends. Subbo Nikoloff. .............. “ Nick ” was a kind-hearted, persevering fellow, who was everybody’s friend and nobody’s enemy. His favorite occupa¬ tion was book-selling. “ Nick’’ joined ’97 in our Sophomore year, and it seems to have had a good effect on him, for he has since got out an important invention from which he has realized quite handsomely. We all wish him the best of luck. Harry Thomas McClure, ...... Electric. Harry T. McClure, or “ Mac,” for short, was born in Peabody, 20 years ago. When he en¬ tered Tech, he was as innocent as a babe, but in three and one-half years his mind has been broadened in more ways than one. Butin spite of late hours, etc., etc., “ Mac ” cannot be said to have dropped in scholarship. No one denies that he is one of the brightest men in the class, for he studies hardly at all, and yet is up with the leaders. He will certainly be one of the first six. Mac’s favorite study is Mathematics, but he is also a profound student of Probability, and knows about how far to back a “ full house.” The ivories also have quite a fascination for him, but he doesn’t blow in any more than his share. “Mac” has been privileged to hold the office of class treasurer for the whole of the Senior year, and has been a member of the nominating committee of the Athletic Association. He is a devotee of the weed, and has nearly worn out his class pipe. He also has a liking for the fair sex, but has never localized his attentions. “ Mac ” stands 5 ft., 8 in., and weighs 144 lbs. “Mac” thinks Athletics are a good thing, and likes to let others push them along, although he once showed some ability as a pedestrian. (!2 Frederick William Parks, . • . . $P A Mechanic. Is an ex-member of ‘05, and associates with J. W. C.; but, for all these drawbacks, Freddie is quite a fellow in his way. He is fond of holding offices and his friends have helped him sat¬ isfy his desire. He was president of the old Athletic Association during the last year of its existence, and when the new Association was formed, he was immediately elected to the high¬ est office. He has also been an Athletic director and a member of the executive committee of the N. E. I. A. A. Another important office which he held is Director of the Current Topics Club. Freddie has also been brought before the public eye by his foot-ball propensities, he having probably been the “ headiest” player on the ' Varsity team of 1895. He is 21 years old, weighs 160 lbs. and is 5 ft., 9% in., high. He is a graduate of the High School of his native to Vn, Fitchburg. He is not troubled by any favorite study or occupation, but, as he puts it, he is “ opposed to none, but not in favor of any.” Better known as “ Phil,” is a past member, memories of whom will never pass out of our minds. He was loyal ’96 as long as his career with us lasted, and it wasn’t his fault that it didn’t last longer. He aided very materially in winning for us the class base-ball championship, and he was always one of our representatives on the Institute nine. “ Every dog has his day,’ so the saying goes, and “Phily’s” came on the Field-Day of 1894 when, without any training whatever, he “threw the talent” and distanced the field in the 220-yard dash. There was war in the ’95 camp that day, and some of that class haven’t got over it even yet, but “ Phily ” never says a word. FIervey Gardner Phelps, ...... Mechanic. Hervey G. Phelps, with his room-mate, “ Hink,” comes from the small, but red-hot town of Clinton. He is one of the smaller members of the class, physically, being but 5 ft., 6 in., and weighing 100 lbs. Mentally, he is “ all right,” particularly at his favorite study, steam engineer¬ ing. “ Phelpsv ” recorded the minutes of the class meetings during the last half of the Sopho¬ more year, and the first of the Junior year. In Shylock, Jr., he was one of the troupe of auto¬ matic dolls that so delighted the audience in the third act. He never entered into athletics very extensively, although he did run in the cross countrys in the Prep year. But “ once was enough for me,” said he. “ Phelpsy ” is of a rather quiet disposition, but is very well liked. The girls think he is “too cute for anything,” and Hervey is not so quiet but that he can appreciate this. 63 Roger Williams Polk, ....... Electric. Otherwise known as “ Bolky,” “ Sir Roger,” or “ Bill.” Says he is twenty years old, five foot six, weighs one hundred thirty-five pounds, and lives in Providence. Prepared in the schools of that city for Tech, but made a mistake in coming here; should have been a mis¬ sionary. Declined a professorship in his Sophomore year—Trig at Amesbury Tech. Knows how forces act, practically, but graphic representations don’t go. Gave Geo. I. some big steers about yachting, and can easily improve upon Rankine’s notation. Started in once to do the Canadian, but never finished. Was ’96’s first secretary, and had his shape on exhibition in the Tech Burlesque of ’95. Always showed lots of sporting blood; would bet with anybody on anything, but squealed on Geo. I.’s bluff—only a thousand, too. Would vote for Conant as most popular professor. His personal equation s yiy—2 (jtr-Rr) —(a tangent). Salmon W. Putnam, Jr. ............ “Put” stayed with us long enough to win the bicycle race at the Spring sports and then left for M. I. T., where, he claimed, you could learn more to the square inch of exposed brain surface, than you could in Worcester to the square yard. Chester Albert Reed, ....... Pllectric. Chester was born and raised in Worcester. He claims to have seen twenty summers come and go, and if you will glance at his upper lip, you will believe him. In this time, his weight, including the brush, has increased to 140 pounds, and his height to 5 feet, 9 inches. Reed is another of the Worcester High delegation. Since becoming a member of ’96, he has taken an active part in athletics. Has been one of the best players on the second eleven for the past two seasons, and was substitute on our class team. Has also done some good work on our class relay team, and has won points in the field sports. In the line of studies, he has most distinguished himself in free hand drawing and draughting. Many an envious classmate has become discouraged on comparing his work with Chester’s. He and Riley are responsible for all the artistic work of the class. Chester must have Isaac Walton blood in his veins, for he is very fond of out door life. His “preambles” have made him the premier “cutter” of the class, for Chester never allowes Institute duties to interfere with outside work. (34 Robert Sanford Riley, . . . . . 2 A E Mechanic. “ R. Sandow” or “Sandy.” The nearest approach we have to anything; English, his home being away off in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Is the only man in the class who thinks the lion can do the eagle. Is, nevertheless, one of our most popular men. Has a long string of offices held, ranging from Y. M. C. A. to Tech Burlesque. His favorite role is that of Manager or Treasurer. Is also quite an artist. Plays centre rush on the Tech team and is a bad man to provoke. Is inter¬ ested in gym work and was in general athletics till Vaughn cured him. Has twice been vice- president of the Class and was our President during the first half of the Senior year. But his outside interests don ' t seem to have hurt his standing in studies, for he will graduate among the first six. “Sandy’s” experiences are varied. He has seen something of Western cowboy life, takes a lively interest in horseflesh, particularly iron horses, a taste for which he cultivated on the Northern Pacific R. R. Can also tell from bitter experience what “life on the ocean wave” means. “ R. Sandow” is 21 years old, weighs 190 pounds, and stands a trifle over six feet. Averaging him up morally, mentally and physically, is about the biggest man in the class. Can usually be depended on, except when he begins to tell you how little he knows about girls. Francisco J. Ramirez. ............ “ Ramy ” was a particular friend of the professors, especially “ Baldy.” Could swear in seven different languages, but never liked to. Knew more than some others about the red paint racket. Was fond of paying subscriptions. Since leaving, we heard of him from San Francisco and later, from Paris. Frank Eugene Ross, ....... Mechanic. “Charley” didn ' t get so badly lost when he came to the Tech but that he found himself in “Chappie’s ” Algebra recitations. Boards and rooms at 33 John Street, and can usually be found there when not working mathematics at 31 Lancaster Street. Still works on the old farm in Barre during the Summer, but thinks he made no mistake when he left it for the Tech, in which we agree with him. Is a thoroughly good fellow and well liked. Played left guard on the ’Varsity eleven in his Senior year, and established a reputation for angles and pluck. Is 23 years old, 5 feet, 11 inches, tall, and weighs 1(35 pounds. Is said to be able to identify the curtain at the “Worcester,” with the help of “ Bill ” S., and of “ Jim ” W., of ’97. Knows the rudiments of poker, and can make “ R. Sandow” think at checkers. Is very industrious and likes to cut hay during shop time. His chances for success are good if he is careful about Riley’s influence. William Sayles Southwick, ...... Mechanic. “Innocence Abroad” would have been a good name for Bill when he joined ’06, but just at present there isn’t a single minute when Willie is out of it. Tan shoes and duck trousers make him quite a blood. Was born in Lincoln, R. I., twenty-two years ago, but now votes in Mendon. Spooks have no terror for Bill, the Faculty firmly believe, for his nomination as monitor of the Salisbury Labs went through like fire. He is 6 feet, 14 in., tall, and weighs 160 lbs. He is a good left-hand ball tosser, but has never wasted much time on athletics. However, his walking helped us win the banner in our Senior year. Is in a class of a very few who pulled A ' s from Glady during Prep year. Bill denies all associations with the fair sex. Neverthe¬ less, the mail table has for him a weekly offering inclosed in a square envelope, daintily per¬ fumed and addressed. He prefaces all his remarks and answers by “Wull,” but he is all right; if he isn’t, don’t try to convince him. Thomas C. Rutland. ............. Did not remain long enough to become much acquainted. He roomed with Jencks, but the grindstone was not large enough for two. One had to give in, and it wasn’t Jencks. Frank Albert Stockdale, ...•••• Electric. “Stocky” is one of the quietest of our members, but is, nevertheless, quite a boy. He and Lamson used to have good times together, but since Lammie left us, Stocky has had his rev¬ eries solitaire. He is a citizen of Worcester, and prepared for Tech at the English High School. His age is 21 years, his weight 140 lbs., and his height 5 feet, 10 inches. He shows no partiality to any study, but is sort of half interested in them all. His stage name, in the farce entitled “George I.,” is Starbuck, and he plays the role of the doubter. Stocky feels quite proud of his cognomen, for, they say, Starbuck was quite a smart fellow, and Stocky thinks he wouldn ' t be mistaken for this bright youth unless he had some of his characteristics. Stocky’s only fault is his dislike for work. He used to be as fond of cutting shop and going out under a tree to smoke as anyone in the class. Make a good steady mate for J. W. H. on Thesis work. 66 John Carey Tilton, ....... Electric. We could never find any very appropriote nickname for oursteady friend from the “ Granite State,” though he has been called “ Tilly ” and “ Tilt.” He was born and bred in Concord, N. H., coming here from the High School of that city. Has always taken his course here at Tech very seriously, and on that account has been suspected of being a grind. But those who know him well, say that he doesn’t study so much but what he has a little time now and then for recreation. Stands well in his studies and will make a strong bid for the first six. John was secretary of the class the first half of the Sophmore year and the last half of the Senior year. He was also class treasurer the entire Junior year. Is one of the editors of this book and is responsible for many of its witticisms. His most honorable position, however, is that of class orator, to which office he was unanimously elected by his class. He plays the mandolin, and has taken part in many of the Tech Club’s concerts. He takes an interest in Athletics, and is quite a pole vaulter. Has a good physique, weighs 153 pounds, and is 5 feet, inches, tall, and has seen the whole of 23 summers. He is too deep for us to say how much he knows about the fair sex, though we think it to be not inconsiderable. Arthur A. Sibley. ............. “Sib” was one of the most practical men in the class, but he had not the faculty for making a good impression as well as some others. He lived with the John Street gang, and played on the ball nine one year. “Sib” came from John E. Russell’s town, and, like all good citizens (whether by birth, naturalization or treaty), he stood up for his native hamlet. Charles Fluhrer Vaughn, ...... Electric. Comes from the same city as “Bolky,” but is not to blame. Was born with sufficient knowl¬ edge of English Lit to escape exams in it without so much as taking a note during the course. Played half-back on the ’05 eleven and carried off most of the honors. Is a fine runner and athlete. Believes the Musde an evil, but a necessary one. Doesn’t like to be jollied and can’t put up a bluff alone; if taken at the proper time is easily influenced; for this reason was deluded by “R. Sandow” into making thunder at the Burlesque. Afterward paid off that score. Was never a ladies’ man to any great extent, but has changed since joining Mrs. Day’s class. Was class Athletic captain in the Junior year, is now an Athletic director, and business manager of this book. Was vice-president of ’96 the entire Senior year. Has his pants custom-made to hear the tailors rave over his shape ; for all, he isn’t conceited. Charlie is 21 years old, 5 feet, ' .)}( inches tall, and weighs 170 pounds. Is an excellent photographer, as the work in this book shows. Is one of the most popular and also one of the brightest men in the class. 67 Charles Victor Walter, ... ... Mechanic. Charles V. Walter comes from Brooklyn, N. Y., but is, nevertheless, a good fellow, and has no base-ball aspirations. His birthplace is Paterson, N. J., home of mosquitoes and mud. In his 22 years of life he has reached the elevation of 5 ft., 9 in., and the weight of 148 lbs. Before coming to Tech he took a course at Delphi Academy, Brooklyn. He is an excel¬ lent workman, both in the machine shop and wood-room, and his patterns adorn the table in the exhibition room of the shops. The study to which Charlie shows the most favor is Mechanics. Isa modest, quiet fellow, paying especial attention to his own business. Although slow to make friends,he is well liked by those who know him. Is quite a traveler, having been abroad several times. His hobby, if he may be said to have one, is photography, at which, by long experience, he has become very proficient. In the Sophomore year Charlie came very near leaving us, on account of a fracas with Glady ; but he received counsel from a well-known law firm, and was able to prove an alibi. Despite Charlie’s modesty, he is known to have had an escort to and from Tech. Walter F. Smith. ............. The only Smith ’96 ever possessed. Smiths generally enter Tech in twos and threes, and our representative found it so lonely that he left at the end of the Prep year. Albert B. Stone. ............. •‘Stein” was the fellow that never smoked except when out of the recitation room. He always attended the Musee on Monday nights, and Darling went with him. Was quite a player on the banjo and had a good tenor voice. William H. Stone. ........ Preferred ’97 to our class ; at least the faculty thought so. He has since left Tech. Charles D. Sullivan. ............. “Sully” didn’t stay long with us, but he thoroughly enjoyed himself while he did stay. He is now employed at the Builders’ Exchange, Worcester. Harry Munson Warren. Electric. Alias “Harry Westinghouse,” alias “the grounder,” is one of the crack electricians of the class. He designs dynamos with same ease with which he devours his daily rations. He also builds hen-coops for John, and when not occupied with either of these tasks, he is studying out some theory for the source of electrical energy, or planning how he would use the electric juice generated at Niagara. Still, “the grounder” does find a little time from his arduous business duties to spend in the Y. M. C. A. gymnasium ; also finds time to devote to Mrs. Day’s young ladies. The effect of the gym on his running powers was well shown in the in¬ door team races of 1895. Besides being a remarkably fast indoor runner, he is also a good outdoor man, and has always given a good account of himself on Spring field-days. He has taken an active interest in Tech athletics ever since entering college, and during his Senior year was secretary of the Athletic Association. Although he is 20 years old, and even has one of “those things” on his upper lip, Warren still has such a young, innocent look about him that he was used for one of the baby dolls who scored such a hit in the ’95 Burlesque. The effects of electric currents and the pipe have rather stunted “the grounder’s” growth, so that all he can claim is a height of 5 ft., 6 in., and a weight of 132 lbs. DeWitt Tower. .............. Was a member of the first foot-ball team organized under ’96 colors. “Stein” and Tower came to Tech together from Spencer. They were both residing in their native town at last accounts. Charles L. Waite. ............. “Waitey” was our star twirler. He caused the ’94 and 95 men to quake with fear in championship games in the Spring of ’93, and he was in a large measure responsible for our victory. He also pitched on the ’Varsity team one season. “Chub” is now a bookkeeper for the American Card Clothing Co. Charles P. Ware. ............. Came to us from ’95. Charlie was a kind-hearted, whole-souled fellow, but he had no use for books. He was captain of the foot-ball team for a portion of one season, but was obliged to sever his connection with the eleven per order of T. C. M. Charlie cut recitations quite as often as the law allowed. No one knew the reason, but some noticed that his favorite song was “There’s only one girl in the world for me.” Electric. Frederick Joseph Zaeder, Will answer to any of the following: “Fritz,” “Dutch,” “Cap,” “Zaed,” and, on the quiet, “Touch.” Is in the gang which believes in studying more or less; was always enthusiastic when forming a dirty dozen was mentioned. One of the best all-round athletes Tech has had, and it doesn’t require much of an effort to trace his drag with Levi to this very source. Made a half back for a while, but foot-ball was too much work, so he devoted his time mostly to base¬ ball. Has captained the team and has played 1st base three successive seasons, and 3d base in his Senior year. German was his stronghold and favorite study, because he didn ' t have to waste his valuable time preparing it. Fritz is a born mimic, and he can get music out of most any instrument there is going. Is also a fine singer, and was a member of the ’04 glee club. Weighs 173 lbs., is 5 ft., 0 in., tall, and is 21 years old. Has always lived in Worcester, and al¬ ways expects to, provided Mrs. Day continues to have dancing classes. M. Percival Whittall. ..... Now of Harvard, was formerly a member of our illustrious class. He won first place in the cross country runs in the Fall of 93, and also ably represented us on the athletic field. Hiram R. Wilson. ..... Was a “croister ’ of the first water. Was a lively man at night, but was practically dead during the daytime. Could pretend to be sick at a moment’s notice, and occasionally practiced this trick on the faculty. George F. Young. ..... Was one of the most loyal ’96 men that we ever had in the class. He showed the stuff he was made of the day he scaled the new chimney and pulled down the ’95 flag. He was our best cross country runner after Whittall left, and was the only man who came anywhere near winning a point in the Intercollegiate one year. Elliot E. Beaman. ....... Endured the hardships of Tech life during the Prep year, and then shipped on board the “ Enterprise.” He was not with us long, but he had a good time while he stayed. 70 jfivc preps in a ©et . Five Preps once endeavored to sleep in one bed, When on a base-ball trip they went; But some others said “ No,” and thus it was so That they did not do as they meant. Now these others just mentione d were on wickedness bent And hastened a stout rope to find, And though the Preps fought, as surely they ought, The five were securely entwined. But these ’06 Preps were not to be fooled, And quickly were free from their snare ; When in bare feet they crept, while their bad brothers slept And endeavored with them to get square. They ransacked the room from bottom to top, And hid whatever they chose, And when the morn broke, and the culprits awoke, They had trouble in finding their clothes. ’96 as “ Preps.” hard, or nervous prostration? HEN vve climbed Tech Hill in the afternoon of that January day, three and one- half years ago, in response to an invitation to meet Mr. Badger in the wood-room, little did we think that we were to pass to posterity as “ the Last of the Preps.” The pleasures and labors of Prep life are denied to succeeding classes. No longer do sixty or seventy boys gather in that room for seven long hours each day and strive to outdo one another in the destruction of good material, mangling, and bruising their persons, and giving concerts for the benefit of all who may be within hearing. But truly some of the pleasantest memories which we cherish of Tech life, are centered in that long room where we made our early acquaintances with one another and formed lasting friendships. The work was intended to be hard, but that did not trouble us. Who ever heard of a Prep having arded off dull care by every expedient that suggested itself to our ingenious intellects. According to time-honored custom, we grasped every opportunity to lay aside our work, grab our mallet and chant the fame of one (ieorge Washington, until Mr. Badger informed us that we acted like “wildcats.” But some one unacquainted with Tech life may ask, “ what was a Prep supposed to do and learn during his course?” If we are not greatly mistaken, he was supposed to acquire the elementary principles governing wood-work in general and pattern making in particular, and to acquaint himself with the use and care of fine tools. As a preliminary to this, we were placed at our benches, provided with a piece of wood and told to saw a portion off straight. If you succeeded at the twentieth attempt you were a star and a “ A ” man; some succeeded at the hundreth and some, alas, never. Then we were led thro’ the intricacies of making joints of various kinds, simple crosses, rafter joints, dovetail joints and joints between a wooden ben ch and blue overalls with the assistance of a little glue. Finally we worked up to that ingenious contrivance known as “The Chinese Puzzle,” which was supposed to be a joint so constructed that it was impossible to pull it apart, but if the article was laid on the table and left strictly alone, it would promptly fall apart. From this we passed to regular pattern making and constructed patterns of various kinds illustrative of the principles of “draft,” “coring 1 “ribbed patterns,” and many others whose very names are long since forgotten. There were two ways to provide one’s self with these patterns : either make them or go up stairs and steal those made by previous classes ; the latter was preferred because more dangerous, on account of Mr. Badger’s eagle eyes, and it was, therefore, more exciting. Soon after we commenced this course of pattern making, the moulder appeared on the scene, and we became foundry men, and cast our own patterns; this was a frightful test, for the errors that escaped Mr. Badger, and they were few, showed up clearly when it came to the casting. None of us will forget the aching arms gained by an unsuccessful attempt to give that “ slight rotary motion ” to the sieve, so necessary for the even distribution of the sand in the mold, so we were informed. However, the molding work was not without its pleasures, as instanced by that very pleasant visit to the Knowles Loom Works, with Mr. Badger, acting as chaperone, assisted by Messrs. Frye and Williams. If Mr. Badger got as much pleasure out of that trip as we did, which is doubtful, he must have had an exciting time. Our dignity was increased in no slight degree when we were informed that a special car had been chartered to take us from ID Boynton Street to the very doors of the works. Visions of bands and triumphal processions floated before our minds, but they were speedily dispelled. That car got lost, and we had to search for it throughout the labyrinth from Tech Hill to Lincoln Square, and there it turned out to be a mere open horse car drawn by two consumptive skeletons and driven by a very fat driver. We spent some two hours at the factory and asked so many questions that the workmen have never yet ceased to wonder if that was a delegation from a school for the weak minded. As Spring advanced there appeared a decided inclination on the part of all of us to do as little work as we possibly could, and spend all the time resting in obscure corners of the shop. To say that the base-ball fever seized us is stating it mildly, and it finally assumed such proportions that Mr. Badger spent fully one-fourth of his time in trying to find out where certain men were, and yet, strange to say, they were all down stairs “after a drink.” Things, however, finally reached a climax when one day he turned the corner into the new shop and discovered “Ching” and “ Lammy ” so engrossed in the practice of curves that they did not notice his approach. Sir Roger was so delighted at this display of enthusiasm that he granted the boys three days in which to perfect their curves. Of course, there were a few men who worked,—it would be impossible to get seventy men together without including a few of that class,—but they kept very quiet about it and did their work on the sly as much as possible. These men were, however, very carefully distributed about the room so they had no chance to conspire and raise the standard of excellance by any means. Perhaps if we should follow Mr. Badger in one of his periodic tours around the room we should get some idea of how things used to go in the Prep room. There at No. 1, right under the eye of the autocrat, sits “ Rammy ”, otherwise known as “the Greaser.” Could he work? Yes, there is no doubt but what he could,—when Mr. Badger was watching him,—but heaven help the unhappy piece of wood that fell into his hands. When finally presented to Mr. Badger for inspection, it was a mangled corpse. There was one thing “ Rammy ” could do ; he could fill one hand with chisels, the other with hammer and mallet, grasp his seat with his knees and lead a “ George Washington” in a truly inspiring manner. Where is Whittall? Oh, I don’t know, he does spend a little of his time at his bench but much more at some other fellow’s bench telling good stories to an interested audience and chasing gloom from every brow. Clark is our heavy swell, but as he spent the greater part of his time drawing water-colors with black paint, on his bench and everywhere else, he is forgiven. 76 Putnam doesn’t work,—it never agrees with him. His one ambition is to beg, borrow and steal as many knives as possible and throw them at the ceiling until they stick there. Some think that Put. missed his calling in not joining the circus as the great and only Fitchburg knife thrower. A special providence directed Mr. Badger to place Goodrich where two benches came together at right angles. The choice was especially fitting, for Phil needs rest and a lot of it and is well aware of the fact. When we hear the cry, “Hi, get off that bench,” we all know who is meant and Phil looks injured and tries to plane while sitting on his horse. This man busily engaged in bluffing his innocent neighbor is “Ching” Knowles. Poor Knowles, he has a hard time; he likes to play ball during shop hours, and Mr. Badger has no appreciation of the game. Also when “Ching,” wearied by a hard day’s work, crawled under the bench to sleep, some unkind boys shut him under it and exhibited him to a wondering crowd as the missing link, discovered by Prof. Gardner in the wilds of Portland Street. Philpot and Cullen, two of our star base-ball men, occupy prominent positions and spend their time in putting up jobs on the fellows and chasing each other with oil cans for weapons, until informed that oil cost money, where¬ upon they promptly empty the cans and fill them again with water, to the disgust of all who tried to make use of them for legitimate purposes. No. 27? Our president and champion heavy weight, backed to meet all comers, however large the number. He won his laurels in our mascot scrap and showed that, although small, he was dead in it. He has one fault, he does A work. Please do not stare at that cap. Barbour is a member of ’96 and intends that it shall be known. He comes from Maine and ought to know something about wood, but he never allows that or anything else to trouble him much. This little sandy-haired fellow is Stone, A. B., and the paper box he holds in his hand is loaded with water. He is about to cast it at the head of Leonard; when it strikes, the water will go down Leonard’s neck. “ Stein ” will smile pleasantly and go on with his work of making more paper boxes. It is never dull when “Stein ” is on hand to assist the performance; his cheerful countenance is seen in all parts of the room as he seeks a kindred spirit to come out and have a cigarette with him. This man with his mouth wide open and the expression of horror and astonishment on his face, is our British I i subject, Riley, from Winnipeg. The expression is called forth by the tale that “ Corp ” Lamson is telling him; at the close of which “Tammy” will turn to his neighbor and say, “Isn’t that so, Hod? The long, lank individual addressed says “ Yep,” and caps the tale by another of the wondrous doings up in Vermont, which is just a shade more incredible than Tammy’s. Poor Riley, he now believes that Shakespeare knew when he wrote “ All men are liars.” He is innocent and it hurts him to hear the boys say “ darn” and tell lies. Possibly this will give you an idea of how we whiled away our time in the Prep room, a place where we had more fun than we ever had before or shall ever have again. No crowd can be together for several hours each day without getting a clear idea of each other’s character and individuality, and if the last of the Preps did nothing else, they became well acquainted with one another and fully convinced that they were the only class on the hill. “ Since 1 saw you last There is a change upon you. —Shakespeare. URING our course at the Institute we have seen many changes take place. Some have been radical and sudden improvements, while others, although gradual, are none the less important in the results they bring about. The changes which are the most prominent, naturally, are those which appeal to our eyes. So it is that the alterations in the grounds and buildings are the ones that first claim our attention. We have seen the erection and equipment of three new buildings, all of them models of their kind. By means of funds presented by the Leg¬ islature, the Engineering Laboratories and Power House were built. These buildings have been the means of giving much more room to the Mechanical Department; they provide accommodation for increased mechanical power and broadei work in The Hydraulic Testing Plant at Chaffins, with its large Venturi water meter and its efficient apparatus for hydraulic tests is recognized as the best of its kind in this country. In addition to these changes in the buildings we have seen a transformation in the Washburn Shops. Electric lights have been introduced, large new lockers have been put in the basement of the shops; the course in black¬ smith work and forging is broader in compass, more thorough in its teachings and requirements ; and in countless ways improvements have been made for the benefit of the student during practice hours. We have watched with interest the grading and beautifying of the roads and grounds. W e have seen a new path constructed up Tech Hill. The result of these exterior changes is hard to realize. Were one who left Tech in 1 Hi):) to return now for the first time since his departure, and make his way to the Institute through est Street, the change would seem miraculous. that field. Familiar Scenes 81 Tech is but little in outward appearance. The improvements on the exterior of the Tech have been met by alterations of equal value in the inside workings. The Faculty has been most marked by the Scythe of Time. President Fuller resigned and Thomas Corwin Mendenhall, Ph. D., LL. D., the noted physicist, is now the executive head. Dr. Mendenhall brought with him broadness of mind and wide knowledge of men and facts, attributes which at once made his presence felt. We welcomed Arthur Kendrick, A. M., as Associate Professor of Physics, and two years later saw him leave for Rose Polytechnic Institute. During our course the names of Dr. Haynes, Prof. Bird, Dr. Jennings, Profs. Coombs and Reeve, have been added to the Faculty roll. The number of instructors have greatly increased, but of late a decided decrease in “ K. P.’s,” otherwise known as “kid profs” has been noticed. We have witnessed the departure from the Institute of Dr. Moore, Mr. Viles and Mr. Rice. In connection with the curriculum the Class has seen a great change, which has been the cause of our nick¬ name, “The last of the Preps.” The substitution of a four years course of study, for those of three and three and one-half years, has proved very successful in every way. With this change in the courses of study came the abolition of the old excuse books and the introduction of the 10 per cent, limit for “cuts.” The 80 per cent, rule for examinations has also been introduced and has been the means of saving many of us from the dreaded semi¬ annuals. We must not forget the library. In the Summer of 1895 the library was entirely remodelled. The old quarters in Boynton Hall were enlarged and an expert librarian placed in charge. The books have been rearranged and card catalogued. The walls have been hung with the portraits of the founders and benefactors of the Institute which hitherto adorned the chapel. In the use of this library the students have themselves wrought a very decided improvement. Where formerly loud talking, heavy walking and various other sounds known to students were practiced, one is now safe from disturbance. And now a few words in conclusion. We have watched the immediate vicinity grow and prosper; we have seen the business of the city advance, we have watched the transformation effected by electricity in Worcester. But we as a class have witnessed only one stage of the continuous developement which has characterized the history of the Institute since its inception. May each succeeding class see as marked an improvement as has been witnessed bv the Class of ’96. THERE is any one thing which sends a shiver down the average Tech man ’s back it is the combined thought of the Washburn Shops and a cold winter morning. It drives some into labor unions, makes others apostles of socialism, while it unites and confirms all in the belief of the theory of inertia. Let us trace the course of ’DU in the shop, and show the reason for these sentiments. The ’! 6 man sets his alarm clock just before retiring, and as it goes off in the morning, he turns over on the pillow with a weary snore. But the thought of duty comes to plague him and reluctantly he tumbles out, and with barely enough time for breakfast, wends his way up Tech Hill. He enters, and behold ! There is his royal highness on the throne. A cheery good-morning is returned with a grunt; his highness is not feeling well this Views in the Shop. 85 morning. The ’96 man goes down to his locker, and after quickly encasing himself in robes of state, returns up¬ stairs. The battle is on. The men crowd around the boss for a job, like children about a May-pole, grabbing for anything in reach. Presently all are supplied and distributed to the various parts of the shop. There is a little gang down at the lower end, whistling and singing the songs they heard last night at the theatre, until the prince pounces down upon them and stops the performance. A little later the shop dude gets into trouble with a lathe, and with aristocratic mien swaggers up to the prince. He is a thing of beauty, has a form divine, sports a standing collar and a green necktie, and with creased up trousers and boiled down shirt, he swaggers up to the prince. The latter gives one of those patent looks, the dude wilts. He turns away, a withered flower, a legal wreck, as it w r ere; his collar grows jaded with perspiration, the necktie fades, and ’tis with baggy trousers and smutty shirt that he whirls away. Alas ! for the feather-heeled dude. His haughty mien, his high aspirations, his ability as a me¬ chanic, his reputation as a diplomat, all are pushed aside and unceremoniously trodden under foot by the boss ; and the dude soliloquizes, “ What a great man the boss is ! ” In his sphere, the Czar of all the Russias pales into insig¬ nificance beside him. He is the absolute dictator of his domain, the uncrowned prince of greasers. In truth, he can exclaim, like a king of France, Le shop ! le shop c ' est moi. The dude finds in him an iconoclast, the sport a man of deep religious sense, who frowns alike on playing cards in the engine room or smoking cigarettes at the back door, while the goody-goody is, figuratively speaking, clouted over the head, and sense knocked into him. The boss meets every one on a familiar footing : he is all things to all men. Who is that quiet, saintly-looking fellow, near the office? Ah, dear Tilton ! And that fellow next him, who looks so much like Zenas Dewey, the cake-walker? Why, that’s Brown ! The oil and grease adorn his countenance, carte blanche, a characteristic which earns for him the title of an “ industrious cuss.” “ Bolky,” at the speed lathe, is feeling better than usual. He has not had a scrap with the boss this morning. On the next machine is that Brook¬ lynite, Herr Beyer, who makes things entertaining with his Bowery specialties; while “ Dutchy,” the inimitable mimic and song artist, adds gayety in one of his own. This is a typical crowd,—but there are others. There’s Riley, for in¬ stance, in confab with the prince, who is telling him what a hard crowd that ’96 gang is, and not to be led astray by the murmurings of the ungodly. The mulish characteristics of ’96 are too much for him. She lifts her heels as 86 stylishly as a western broncho, and woe to him who is within reach. Hard luck, old man, that you were not able to get out of the way ! Barbour, down below, is stunning in that coiffure of squashed derby and negro comedian attachments. Among the other small crush might be mentioned Alford, the stubborn one; Honest Bill Southwick, and Bascom, who is up with the sun. Now comes one of those sweet little scraps which help to make life worth the living. M. P., little Willie, and the prince are having an animated conversation over at the bench next the planers. It grows hotter. Presently the question is asked, “Mr.-, have you seen Will Hurley?” Will is sent for, and appears on the scene. A little explanation, and the squall, which rose to blight a summer sea, subsides into a calm, sweet repose. A few castings had not been returned to their proper places, because Will had to go away in a hurry. This incident sets the Tech man dreaming, and as the trance grows heavy upon him, he sees the draughting room turned into a small and cosy theatre. The orchestra is all taken up by ’96. The boss, a la cop gallerie, is in the rear, to preserve order. Little Willie acts as stage manager. The play is a one-act skit. The star comes upon the stage, and, in clear baritone notes, sings to the tune of “ Sheeny Shylock,” the charming little ditty, “Every time you are out, I cut you down two per cent.” He then raves about the vivisection of an engine and a truck wagon, and for a tableaux, seizing the stage manager in one arm, and little Willie in the other, and, gazing up fondly, ex¬ claims, “ These are my jewels ! ” Then the ’96 man is awakened from his dream by the sonorous voice of the boss, exclaiming, “ Look here, young man, you don’t seem to be tending to business this morning ! ” As for the boiler test, that grand scheme of individual responsibility, which included coal-men, water-men, gas-men, men up the flue, a grand high muck-a-muck, known as an inspector-general, and his assistant. This was the event of the course. Fancy “ Mac” scratching a match on his pants and lighting his pipe while talking to the professor, or Bill Cun¬ ningham, the restless one, heaving coal with those milk-white hands of his. Then, to lend gayety to things, one Prof telling another that his gas apparatus isn’t good for anything. How the bottles did slam-bang around then. Whew ! But to get back to the shop or rather to the precincts of Vulcan, the loafing quarters of the weary, who hie themselves thence to rest from the heavy cares of lathes and planers, and find consolation-in the cheery voice of John, the blacksmith, and incidentally to guy Vulc’s protegees, who are fuming with blistered hands and red-hot iron. How 87 self-satisfied a man does feel after working in the blacksmith shop; the tired muscles convince him that he is an honest man, for he has worked ten hours a day, while the grime and sweat tell him that he has earned the right to cut lessons to-night and go out and see life. Practice is the ' beacon light of some and the scourge of others. It takes some gently by the hands and leads them up the golden stairs of mechanical proficiency, while it grasps others by the trousers and pushes them up. It teaches everybody the unimportant art of keeping on the right side of the boss, when to laugh at a joke, no matter how crusty, when to rub shoulders in a spirit of camoraderie, and when to employ the wily arts of diplomacy, be it to inflate a jaded mark, or as a representative on the defunct conference committee. ’Ninety-Six has had its day in the shop, and justly prides itself on the imprint it made. It contemplates with great satisfaction its career there, and shouts in unison a polly-rolly for the shop on the brow of Tech Hill. A FTER our long bondage in the grease and grime of the shop, the story of which has already been told in the article on “ Mechanics,” we were only too ready to shake off our fetters, and to step out before the world in our true character of lightning jugglers. Two and a half years of servitude had so dampened our ardor for practical mechanics that even “ Kimmie’s ” picture of “pushing the button” for “$1.25 per day ” could not deter us from embracing this opportunity for freedom. But was it freedom? We thought it was at first, while dodging “Joe ” in the back lab, or warming sand for “ Papa Beals ” in the calorimetry room, and we looked forward to even greater freedom when we got to work on “those Thomson, Houston 15 H. P. S. R. G. Railway Motors, down stairs, that have been burned out on the hills between here and Spencer,” but some of us have since changed our opinion. We have never heard what system of cleaning up motors is employed by the street railway from which In the Mechanical Laboratories. 91 those machines were purchased, but, by the end of the first day that we worked on that job, we came to the conclusion that they made use of a very thorough plan of letting them alone. Never were visions of clean hands and boiled shirts more rudely dispelled than were ours. We thought we didn’t mind pushing a button or pulling a string, but when the button turned into a scraper, and we pushed a quarter of an inch of grease and dirt off a good- sized dynamo, and when the string took the form of several hundred feet of wire in a similar state of cleanliness, our feelings toward the man who went through life on that plan were quite materially changed. But cleaning them up was not the whole story; we re-wound those dynamos, and the writer has a painful recollection of the size of the wire and of the number of convolutions on one of those same machines, and, in the words of the ancient proverb, “ there are others.” After winding, came a part that we thought surely would be easy; we would see the wheels go round. Well, it was easy, easy enough to get across a pair of terminals and complete a circuit for anywhere from 150 to 500 volts, or to get some piece of apparatus from the table to the floor with nothing but the force of gravity acting upon it, but these and similar feats made up the quota of easy experiments. Thesis work now came on apace, and soon we all were trying to settle this vexed question. Two of our men, physically a splendid example of antithesis, chose to labor with that thrice blessed affair, known as a commuted field series motor; though whether or not they were influenced by the fact that their experiments required the use of a cradle dynamometer, we have not been able definitely to ascertain. Two others took the subject of a special form of resistances. Concerning their work, it is rumored that the greatest resistance they encountered was that which one of the Profs offered to their smoking “ Willies ” in the labs. Another pair took the determination of a B. H. curve, and if they are “ very careful,” to borrow another of “ Kimmie’s ” expressions, both may graduate. But in spite of all our haps and mishaps, we have learned something from our course. We are not electrical experts, and we recognize that fact, but we feel that we are in possession of some knowledge concerning the laws that govern the action of this unknown servant of man, and concerning the limits within which it works. In this we feel that our time has not been ill spent, and if, in coming years, some member of our class astonishes the world with his electrical discoveries, we will all clasp our hands and say, with rapt expression of countenance : “ He is a good man; he was an Electric of ’96.” 11 7 HEN ’9(5 entered ' lech, in the winter of ’93, the most brilliant successes in athletics were prophesied by ’ ’ all who deigned to cast a critical glance at our prep selves. We comprised men who had made for themselves reputations in Worcester High, Worcester Academy, Williston, Cushing, Spencer High, Fitchburg High, and other prep schools, and many other men just as good, but with their reputations yet to be made. Little was done in athletics until the Out-of-door Meet in the Spring of ’93. On that May field-day we covered ourselves with glory and succeeded in tying the score of the Seniors. Cunningham, Harris, Vaughn, and Whittall took the place in the team race almost without training, beating out the team which had won second the year before. Philpot won the two-twenty, Whittall took a place in the half, while Putnam broke the record in the two-mile bicycle race by the better part of a minute. Zaeder broke the record in the running high jump, and took places in the shot and hammer. In the Intercollegiate Meet which just preceded the Tech Field-day, Higgins and Cunningham represented the Preps among the starters. When the Tech opened in the Fall, ’96 not only contributed a goodly number to the foot-ball team, but also sent Stone, Phelps, Vaughn, Brown, Philpot, Polk, Young, Warren, Whittall, and Putnam into the cross-country runs. All Our Athletic Team. the men made a good showing, and Whittall won the gold medal. Little athletic work was done that winter aside from the work of the polo team, which comprised Carroll, Harris, Philpot, and Knowles of ’96 among the players. In our Sophomore year, the Spring Field-day brought out Ellis Brown, who did good work in the hundred ; Higgins and Polk, who won first and second places in the bicycle race; Vaughn, who took the place in the 440 ; oung, who won the two-mile, took second in the mile, and afterwards made such an excellent showing in the Inter¬ collegiate games; Harry Stone and Harry Warren, who captured the places in the high jump, and Billy Cunning¬ ham, who secured one point for the class in the pole vault, by kicking off the bar at five feet nothing. Next Fall the cross countries were given up and all energies were bent on foot-ball. During the winter many of the fellows partici¬ pated at the various games held in the Rink. The annual Winter Meet was instituted, and the first one was held on March 14. In the forty yards, which was won in record time, Brown, Brigham, Zaeder, and Harris represented ’96. “Brig” and “Fritz ” both ran well, and worked their way upas far as the semi-finals. Warren and Vaughn helped the under-graduates win the t eam race from the graduates. In the class team races, Warren, Brown, Reed, and aughn ran well for 96 and were beaten only by a few feet. Ross, Phelps, and Goodrich were in the thousand yards, and Brigham, I helps, Leonard, Zaeder, Harris, Warren, and Vaughn were in the six hundred, which “Brig” won, with ( harley A aughn second. McClure and Barbour started in the walk, while Zaeder and Brigham took the honors in the running high jump. The next athletic event of interest was the Field-day, May 9, 1895, at which ’96 won the championship ban¬ ner. This year, as in previous years, Brown’s work in the century was most excellent. Barbour captured the walk, Warren took a place in the two-twenty, Goodrich in the mile, Vaughn in the quarter, Harris in the two-twenty hurdles ' , while Zaeder covered himself with ribbons and glory, winning the running high jump and taking second in the pole vault, the shot, the hammer, and the running broad jump. “Big Brig” won the shot, and hammer, and running broad jump. Nine days later came the Intercollegiate Meet, and in the list of entries from Tech are the names of Brown, Higgins, Warren, Vaughn, Goodrich, Barbour, Tilton, Zaeder, and Brigham, all of ’96. The next Fall the cross countries were again run off, but nearly all of the athletic material of ’96 was on the gridiron and she did not even enter a team to compete for the banner. On 1 hursday, March 9, 1896, was held the last Indoor Meet in which ’96, as a class, could ever compete. In 9(3 the team race with Tufts, Vaughn and Warren got a good start and both gained several yards by their excellent work on the corners. In the class team races, Harris ran on t he Sophomore team to help them out, and made a slight gain on his man. In the team races, Warren, Brown, Reed, and Vaughn left the delegates from ’97 six or eight yards in the rear, and then had no difficulty in beating the Freshmen. In the six hundred, Goodrich, Leonard, and Percy Barbour started. “ Micawber ” took the lead, which he held for five laps, when Goodrich passed him and finished an easy winner. Leonard took third place. The Spring Field Sports of 1896 were the last in which we participated. The feature of the day was the running of Vaughn, who won four races. His work in the sprints and team race won us 25 points; Zaeder won 19 points for us in the field events, and Harris, Barbour, Goodrich, Reed, Warren, Brown, Southwick helped on the good cause, winning the banner by a lead of nearly twenty points. This is the first time a Senior Class has won the championship for eight years. As we look back upon our athletic life at Tech, we do not see the fulfillment of all the brilliant prophesies made about us in our early days, but we have a clean record, with much to be proud of, nothing to be ashamed of, and a healthier, manlier set of men than stripped for their first Tech games in the Spring of ’ninety-three. Our Foot-Ball Team F OOT-BALL is a game in which ’96, as a class, never had a chance to show its real strength. Our initial attempt at the game was in the Fall of ’93, when, on reporting at the Institute for our term’s duties, we learned that there was a class game scheduled for the first Thursday of the year between ’96 and ’94. As the opening day of the term was Wednesday, and this game was set for the next day, there was, naturally, a very short space of time to form any sort of a representative class team. The eleven which we did finally get together was a motley crowd, most of whom were entire strangers to a pigskin, and all of whom were almost entirely ignorant of any code of signals. But, with all our drawbacks, we went in and played a marvelously strong game, and it was not until the very last five minutes of the game that Allen skirted our end and scored the only touch-down of the game. That first game, however disappointing it was to us, was an eye-opener for the ’Varsity management. They were not slow to see that there was good stock in our class, and immediately called upon us for material for the ’Varsity team. We responded so generously, that at the end of the ’93 season, in counting up the players, it was found that we were ably represented by Ware and Harris, ends; Zaeder, Mayo and Cunningham, half-backs; and Lamson, guard. Besides this we had many good men on the second eleven, including Alderman, Jencks, Reed, Fisher, Eddy, Knowles, Riley and Darling. 100 In the season of ’94, owing to the fact that there were no class games, ’96 put all its foot-ball energy into ’Varsity work. The captain of the team, Chas. P. Ware, was a ’96 man, and although he had many obstacles to overcome, he proved a very efficient leader. The ’96 men who had the honor of “striking the ’Varsity ” that year, were Riley, centre; Brigham, guard; Ware and Harris, ends; Mayo and Cunningham, half-backs. At the end of the season, Francis Brigham, ’96, was elected captain for the following year; but he failed to return to college the next fall, and so we lost the best guard who ever “donned the canvas jacket” for the old “ crimson and gray.” The outlook for foot-ball in the year ’95 was, at first, quite discouraging, owing to the non-appearance of “ Big Brig,” the captain. Morse, ’97, was elected to fill the vacancy, but was obliged to resign after the first game. C. Raymond Harris, ’96, was then chosen captain, and the success of the remainder of the season was largely due to his energetic efforts. He played left half-back and put up a plucky game all through the season. Perhaps Chas. F. Vaughn, more than any other player, came into prominence this year, owing mainly to the fact that he developed into a star player in one season’s work. As right half-back, he carried the ball forward for many a substantial gain, and when it came to defensive play, it took a very fast man to get past him. “ Phil ” Goodrich gained an enviable reputation by bringing to mother earth the backs who tried to circle his end. Fred Parks, tackle, always had the reputation of being a heady player. Frank Ross, although the lightest guard that ever represented Tech on the gridiron, was the grittiest of players, and many a time stood up against his much heavier opponent, when most men would have given up. R. “ Sandow ” Riley, at center, was a tower of strength to the team. Besides standing the brunt of the attack in defensive work, he was an admirable goal kicker, and had the record of missing but two goals in the whole season. Fred D. Crawshaw, manager, and Horace Carpenter, his assistant, ably cared for the business affairs of the team. Our last game as a class was with the W. A. C.’s strong team, November 9, 1895. We were defeated, as we had but five days in which to organize. But that we had a strong team is testified by the following line up :—Goodrich and Darling, ends; Riley and Jencks, tackles; Ross and Fisher, guards; Crawshaw, center; Zaeder, quarter-back; Vaughn and Harris, (Capt.) half-backs; Mayo, full-back; Substitutes, Cunningham, Reed and Alderman. Many a good time we have had together struggling with the pigskin, and it is one of our sorrows at parting, to think that we can not do so again. Our Base-Ball Team. 17 ELL may the Class of ’96 be proud of her career in base-ball. The “Last of the Preps” have ever been an ' ' enthusiastic class—possibly not at all times especially so in the study line, but never in base-ball has her enthu¬ siasm been wanting. While engaged in the lumber business under Sir Roger, we had excellent opportunity of be¬ coming well acquainted with each other, and we early became aware of our exceptional ability in the line of base-ball. Confident that our material for a team was unsurpassed by that of any other class in the Institute, we determined to win the championship games which were to be held in the Spring. At last, after impatient waiting on our part, the base-ball season came. ’96 was well represented every night on the ball field. Some were endeavoring to make the ’Varsity; others were getting into shape for the anticipated class games, while still others were out solely for exercise. When the choice of the ’Varsity was announced, we found that several of our candidates had been successful in securing positions. During our Prep year, we regularly had from four to six men on the first team. Zaeder covered first, Philpot caught, Knowles played short, sometimes Harris and at other times Cullen looked out for third, and Waite was in the box. 104 However, the real strength of ’96 in base ball was shown in the c lass championship games, in which we defeated ’95 by a score of 13 to 1 in a three-inning game, and, afterwards, ’94, by a score of 7 to 4 in five innings. It was at the latter game that occurred the famous mascot scrap, and it was that evening that the town was so gor¬ geously painted red. These two victories won for us the class championship which has since remained undisputed. The make-up of the ’96 team in these games was as follows :—Cullen, c.; Waite, p.; Zaeder, (capt.) 1st; Phil pot, 2nd ; Fisher, 3rd; Knowles, s. s.; Gehr, 1. f.; Harris, c. f.; Mayo, r. f. The season of ’94 opened with seven ’96 men on the ’Varsity, and since then the history of the ’Varsity has been practically the base ball history of ’96. Zaeder was captain of the ’Varsity during the seasons of ’94, ’95, and ’96. He is undoubtedly the best first baseman ever in Tech, and for the first three years of his course he filled that position almost to perfection. In his Senior year, he played third in order to strengthen the spot weakened by the retirement of Knowles from that position. “Cap” seldom makes an error and his name heads the list both in fielding and batting. Fisher did not make the ’Varsity in his Prep year simply because his qualities as a catcher were then unknown. He made a try for third but did not get a regular place on the team. At the beginning of the next season, however, he was given a try back of the bat, and with such satisfactory results that he has held that position for the last three years. Tommy is a little slow in getting after fouls, but his throwing renders rather dangerous the practice of stealing bases. He is noted for getting his base on balls, and usually manages to get hit at least once every game. His fielding average is exceptionally high. Knowles has been a regular on the ’Varsity during the four years of his Tech life. The first season he played short and with great success. For the next two years he covered third, in which position he made a fine showing. Owing to recent sickness, he was obliged to leave third during his last year, but he has since put up his same steady game at second and in the field. At third, “Ching” made a specialty of high fouls, still he is not at all particular and usually scoops in everything that comes his way. He is a sure and strong batter. Harris played third in the Prep year, but since then he has spent most of his time in right and centre fields. “Hink” plays the game for all it is worth, is always out for practice, and can be relied upon at all times. Plays for the good of the team, not for his own record, and is a sure fielder and one of our safest hitters. Cullen is another of our base-ball veterans, having enlisted in the service in his Prep year. “ Cull ” has played behind the bat, at second, and at short. He is good in all three of these positions, but at short he makes the best showing. In ’95 he did some exceptionally brilliant work, looking out for nearly everything that came within reach. Bunker has played left since the Prep year, and has made a good showing in that position. Is usually dead sure of flies, and has made several phenomenal catches. “ Bunk ” is one of the best throwers on the team. Philpot has done some excellent work on the ’Varsity. For the first two years of our course, he was one of us, but after he decided to continue his studies with ’97, we could no longer lay claim to him. “ Phil ” caught every game in the Prep year with only two errors. He has also played second and short, and was one of the surest and strongest batters on the team. Sibley played in the field for one season, and made a good record there and also at the bat. Waite was with us during only the first year of our course, but for that season he was pitcher for the ’Varsity. Was speedy and played a heady game. We have much valuable ball material besides that which we have supplied to the ’Varsity, but lack of space forbids special mention of them. The impetus which ’96 has given to base-ball at Tech has changed the team from one of the inferior to one of the best among the smaller colleges. We only hope that the high standard of the team will be maintained, and that the gap made by the exit of ’96 will be speedily filled. UNDERTOOK to write this prophecy in lightness of spirit, feeling that to depict the future of so glorious a body was fruit, but as I struggled with the matter I decided that the fruit was not ripe. In vain I sought for inspiration, dream books, fortune cards, mystic spells, full moons, but all the ordinary methods were of no avail. I bethought me of the prophets of old to whom visions had appeared, and hastened to Easter service. The organ rolled, the choir chanted, the minister waxed eloquent, and 1 sat in ecstasy, expecting a brilliant vision to dawn on my delighted gaze, but to no purpose ; evidently the Class of .Mi had no connection with angels. Thinking of Faust, I sought the aid of His Satanic Majesty though the medium of spirituous liquors. I tried soft drinks, hard drinks, straight drinks, mixed drinks, hot drinks and cold drinks, but it was of no avail, except to acquire an awful head. Metophisticles has no use for the class on any conditions. Finally, one day as I wandered dreamily toward Tech, I was startled to perceive a sign flung from the doorway of the magnetic laboratory, that mystic, awe-inspiring building, unfathomed by the student eye. This sign read, “ Prof. T. Moments, late of the W. P. I., seer and medium, the past, present and future developed by the new Electrical method.” On knocking, the door was opened and I recognized the professor by his bald head and piercing black eyes. I was curious to know why he had deserted the Tech, and on questioning him I found that on account of the lack of interest manifested by the students in his courses, coupled with his own inability to be perfectly sure whether 9x12=96 or 104, he had decided to leave, and promulgate his wonderful theory of Electricity. On Views in the Buildings. 109 explaining the cause of my visit, he said that the means were at hand for satisfying me at once, and he led me into a room the only remarkable feature of which was an immense globe which floated in the air about 7 feet from the floor. “ Now,” said the Professor, “ you have only to allow yourself to be placed under my influence, and then think of the person whose future you wish to behold and you will see it pictured in the globe before you, if you use this pair of glasses, which, as you see, are illumined by the X rays as perfected by myself.” I seated myself, the medium pranced up and down the room a few times, waving his arms and murmuring something about lines of force, right hand screws, and my having a severe case of hysteresis, then turned the lights off. For a moment I sat dazed, not knowing whose future I should first investigate, then the thought of the editor-in- chief of this book flashed over me and I looked for Riley. I saw a tall office building in Toronto and going, mentally, upstairs, a glazed window in the door of an office; on this window was painted “ R. Sandovv Riley, Pres. W. P. I. R. R.,” and, “Walter M. Fuller, General Manager.” At the side of the door was a box on which was painted, “ Offerings for the Amalgamated Society for the Relief of Antiquated Sunday School Superintendents, Deacon R. S. Riley, treasurer.” Looking within, I saw Riley and Fuller seated at a table on which was heaped piles of coin, and heard Riley say, “This is hard on the Superintendents, but I will see you and raise you,” and, to my horror, I saw that upright man stake 15 cents of the cash belonging to the poor on a jack-pot at poker. Disheartened, I turned away. I thought, “can this be the way in which our model members are to engage their later years?” Rut no, I bethink me of two other bright examples and hastily call them up. Behold, Front Street Opera Flouse, a shade more dingy than at present. At the time of my visit the per¬ formance was going on, and I noticed that the songs were decidely risque, and as to the dancing, the very X rays flickered and blushed at the sight. Amazed, I turned to the program and read : “ Frank C. Heath, composer of songs and music, John W. Higgins, director of ballet. I sat stupefied. On recovering, my mind took another turn, the glasses showed the interior of a church. In the pulpit I recognized Bascom, discoursing most eloquently. I listened, and heard a most thrilling tirade on the evils of theatre-going, and the necessity of legislation for the suppression of burlesques. Suddenly a gentleman in the front row, whom I had noticed to nod emphatic approval of the speaker’s words, lost control of himself and, jumping up, cried “ That’s right, down with them, soak ’em. That’s what I always said.” In amazement I recognized Bunker. 110 Something called Barbour to my mind, and I sought for him, fully expecting to behold a noble career. I saw ' before me a tall building, strongly built and having all windows firmly barred. Looking within, there sat a man poring over a lot of photographs ; closer scrutiny showed it to be Barbour, but sadly changed. It seems that too many young ladies had turned Percy’s mind, and he now sits all day wondering which to marry. Alas ! he loved, not wisely, but too many. In this same institution I found Alderman and Alford wandering up and down a long apartment waving their arms and muttering to themselves. I found that an exhaustive attempt to adopt Prof. Alden’s theory of electricity to Prof. Kimball’s former lectures on lines of force had so tangled them up in the various revolutions, translations, propulsions, and vibrations, that they could no longer be trusted abroad. Phelps also resided here for a time. He took up the study of steam, and after an exhaustive 48 hour engine test tried to work out the card from a temperature-entropy diagram. It overcame him, and for months he wandered around, asking every one which efficiency they thought was wanted, and, if they could tell him how much C0 2 there was in the flue gases. However he was nearly overcome by escaping gas in his room one night, and that settled all his doubts, and at the time of my observation he was the head of a firm whose business it was to make diamonds from coal, and I learned that he had become an expert chemist. Turning elsewhere, I saw the House of Representatives with Jencks in the speaker’s chair. Cunningham rises and plunges headlong into a speech; as he stops to drink from the glass before him, Jencks calls him to order on the ground that a wind machine cannot run by water. Cunningham questioned the ruling, and during the altercation Gifford awakes from a sweet slumber to second a motion which has never been made. Jencks then puts the matter to vote, and when asked to state the question, rules that since a motion has been seconded it must be put to the house. This reminded me of altogether too many Senior Class meetings, and I wished I had remained at the asylum. I discovered that Parks was sole agent and manufacturer of Tilton’s Automatic Electrical Beer Pump, which, was designed to be placed on street corners for the benefit of the laboring man. Parks used to sell these direct, but he had to give it up, for all the customers demanded practical illustrations of its working, and Fred positively refused to carry a keg of beer with him constantly, just for the sake of other people. I next saw depicted upon the globe an immense crowd of vessels of every description, lined up along a well marked course. I instantly recognized the scene as a great international yacht race, and looking closely, perceived Ill Captain Darling at the helm of the American yacht. Things were going hard with “ Shorty,” in vain did he put to practice all the manoeuvres known to the science of navigation; slowly but surely he fell behind until it looked as if the Englishman was a sure winner. But no; suddenly Darling bethinks himself of the exciting discussion in Geo. I.’s recitations concerning sailing, and putting into practice one of Polk’s pet schemes, he rushes on and wins the race amidst the greatest applause. After the race, I observe strolling among the crowd a richly-dressed individual who is telling an admiring throng of ladies how his presence of mind won the race, ft seems that he was the cook on the yacht and his achievemen t consisted in throwing overboard some of his own pies, which so lightened the ship that she easily forged ahead. As he turns toward me, 1 recognized the glowing countenance of Gibbs, who is thus turning his Tech education to practical use. Turning my attention to the other sporting men of ’!) !, Zeader occurs to me. Behold an immense field sur¬ rounded on three sides by tiers of seats holding a clamoring throng. It is a hotly contested game between the Invincibles of Millbury and the Hotstuffs of Spencer. There is excitement on every hand, the score stands 52 to 51 as at the close of the eighth inning Dutchy takes his position at first and cries, as he rubs his hands in the sand, “ Now, Cullie, give it to ’em hot, see 1 ” Cullen squeezes the ball until it sheds tears, does the split and hurls the spheroid over the plate ; there is a crash, and “ Chingy ” Knowles lands the ball straight in the pit of Zeader’s stomach, and starts around the bases at a “thirty clip.” Fritz claps his hands over the afflicted spot and gasps, “Foul, he hit me below the belt. ’ It takes Bill Southwick some time to decide whether or not it is a foul, and the delay is so long that darkness closes the game. , Another good man is associated with Southwick in my mind. I perceive a finely cultivated farm spreading °n a11 sides and in one field a strange looking cultivator is moving up and down, but not a laborer is in sight ; amazed, I seek the house, and there on the steps before a strange looking key-board, sits Ross, the picture of comfort and ease. Ross liked farming but disliked work, so he invented a system by which he controls all his machines from the key-board and sits at home while the machines plant, cultivate, and gather his crops without manual labor. 1 he only thing Ross objects to, is that he has to occasionally grease the wheels by hand, but he is in hopes soon to overcome even that difficulty, and then his life will be unending bliss. Just above Frank’s house, I saw a cosy-looking tavern, bearing the sign, “ Weary Man’s Rest,” and on the platform in front of the building sat Phil Goodrich, in a particularly restful attitude. Phil started for the Far West, to make his fortune, but, reaching this hotel, he stopped over night, and liked it so well that he bought out the busi¬ ness and has remained ever since. He said the climate seemed good for his nerves. Next to appear was a foot-ball field, with its contingent of excited populace. It was just before the game, and as the rival teams gathered on the field 1 saw a tall individual, remarkable for the length and straightness of his hair, walking up and down the field, giving advice to the various players, and one after the other of the crowd pointed him out and said, “You see that fellow? Well, that’s “Hink” Harris, and what he don’t know about foot-ball has been forgotten for ages.” It was, indeed, Raymond, and he hadn’t changed a bit—same hair and same mus¬ tache. At this point the apparatus began to kick and sputter violently. Soon, however, it settled down to business again, and revealed to my gaze a magnificent banqueting hall. The guests were in paroxysms of laughter. Look¬ ing for the cause of all this enjoyment, I beheld the orator of the evening. Somehow, the open countenance and genial smile seemed familiar. On closer scrutiny, I recognized ’96’s man of letters, Charles F. Leonard. Dauncy M. Chepew had died some years before, but our old classmate had more than filled the vacancy. “ The Democratic National Convention ! Speeches by Hon. Tom Fisher and other noted politicians !” This is the sign which next caught my eye. As I looked within the building I beheld the Hon. Thomas, just concluding a campaign speech. After demolishing all other parties, and telling his hearers in what a glorious cause they were enlisted, he wound up by crying, “ Vote for every democrat on the ticket; gol darn ’em, we’ll show ’em we’re not dead yet.” “That’s what my father used to tell me, and I have been doing it ever since.” I immediately recalled the time when Tommy was summoned from his scholastic duties for that very purpose, and instantly saw that he had not forgotten the lesson. I searched a long time for Gay, and couldn’t locate him. It was no wonder, for when finally discovered, he was in Paris, in the Latin Quarter, where he and his companion, Charlie Walter, had been lost for the past three months. They were taking things easy, and enjoying themselves immensely. Freddie’s mustache was the pride of the district, and won him the friendship of every girl he met, while all said that Charlie was a true Parisian. The pair seemed determined to spend the remainder of their days in Paris, and Walter was seriously contemplating the writing of a twentieth century Trilby. In Worcester’s Parks 115 The globe next showed me the shore of an especially barren land, seemingly uninhabited, but I discov¬ ered, crouched behind a rock, three wild and savage-appearing men, who were huddled together, groaning most dismally. Investigation showed that Polk was the cause of their discomfiture. It seems that Polk had, in later years, found grace, and so worked on Vaughn’s feelings that the latter parted with a portion of the wealth acquired in photography, and fitted out Polk as a missionary. On his very first trip his rudder refused to act, and he fell in with a crowd of cannibals, who promptly destroyed the ship, and turned the occupants into Irish stew. Polk was the last victim, but in tackling him they had made a mistake. Roger was never known to agree at any time, and the savages were not enjoying their feast. John Chalfant was found in London, where, from appearances, one would judge that he enjoyed the ac¬ quaintance of all the nobility ; but, investigation showed that John was putting the experience which he had acquired as editor of the IV P I to practical use, and every week the Nnv York Blower had two full columns of matter concerning the goings and comings of the Crowned Heads of Europe, from the pen of Mr. Chalfant. When news fails him, John draws on his imagination with such success that he commands a large salary, and it is understood that the Prince of Wales has offered him the title of Duke of Chalfant, if he will only keep quiet in re¬ gard to the Prince’s doings. As I sat wearily looking at the globe, I thought of two men who were close friends at the Tech, and I gazed curiously at their future. In front of me arose a huge building, the sides of which were covered with advertise¬ ments, which read : “ Try Prof. Carpenter’s new discovery for the reduction of superfluous avordupois tissue. Warranted to reduce the weight two lbs. daily ” ; and again, “ Dr. F. Duane Crawshaw, S. B., sole owner and manufacturer of the Great Magnetic Flesh Treatment.” Looking within the building, I saw a tall, portly gentle¬ man, seated with his feet on the table, placidly gazing into space. It was Carpenter, as large, if not larger, than life. It seems that while conducting some exhaustive experiments at Tech, in the determination of g by an electrical method, he found that the use of so much electricity was causing him to lose flesh, and at once turned it to practical use. Freddie had an office in the same building, and looked thin and careworn. He was explaining to a visitor the valuable properties of his treatment, and was overheard to say that if a man would only stand be¬ fore the poles of a magnet in the proper position, he could fairly feel the flesh gaining on him. Both of the boys had but recently settled in town, after having been run out of several places as fakes, but they were hopeful that some day the world would appreciate their wonderful genius. Tom Coe was found on Wall Street, where he stands foremost among stock brokers. Electrical Engineering did not offer sufficient field for Tommy’s diplomacy and shrewdness, so he deserted that profession, and now “ bulls and bears ” with great success. Where is Henry Beyer? In vain I sought the globe; I could not seem to locate him, until suddenly, away up in the north, I saw a dim speck, and, behold, it was Beyer. He and Stockdale got the idea into their heads that they could easily find the North Bole, by the aid of balloons. So they built two immense structures, and prepared to start. At the last minute, “Stockie” said that for such a simple thing as that, two persons were unnecessary, and that he would stay at home and see that no one stole any of their property, while Henry made a trip to the Pole and back. So Beyer started off bravely, and Frank smiled a peaceful smile, and remained at home. The glasses showed Henry’s balloon hitched to a convenient iceberg, waiting till Henry had succeeded in teaching several of the ambitious Esquimaux maidens some of the latest steps he had learned at Mrs. Day’s. Chester Reed appeared seated before an easel, hard at work on a sketch for Puck. Chester held a fine position, the only drawback to his advancement being that he would neglect his work to roam the woods in search of curious animals, which he might stuff and place around his room. His specialty is men with the “Jim Jams,” as his close communion with nature has made him acquainted with every form of snake and reptile. Next the glasses showed me the interior of a school, in which the master was in the act of disciplining a re¬ fractory student. Imagine my surprise to recognize McClure, and to learn that “Mac” was noted for his stern ruling and ability to manage small boys. Mayo and Congdon started out bravely as Structural Engineers, and everything went well until they under¬ took to throw a bridge across Behring Strait. There they were stuck at the time of my observation. The trouble was that neither of them could get up in the morning in time to catch the tide when it was favorable to the plant¬ ing of the final pier. They had, however, just hit upon the scheme of staying up all night, and so outwitting the water, and this scheme bade fair to be successful. Warren became famous, soon after graduation, for his patent hen coop and incubator. The idea of this in- 117 vention was, that you put in an egg at one end, and in ten seconds you received fried chicken at the other. War¬ ren was busy defending himself in a suit brought by J. Junebug, vvho claimed that the hen coop idea was stolen from him, and that he, at one time, engaged Warren to manufacture them. I thought that before leaving I would take a look at the Tech of the future. A glance showed that the Insti¬ tute was flourishing. Prominent among the new buildings was a fine gymnasium, and presiding over it I found Prof. E. E. Brown, the retired pugilist, who, wearying of the ring, had accepted the Professorship of Physical Cul¬ ture, and was meeting with marvelous success. Boynton Hall was considerably changed ; the old eating room had been changed into a billiard and pool parlor, while what is now the office was occupied by a refreshment room. In the hall, I was surprised to meet Howe, who held the Professorship of languages, and lamented the lack of in¬ terest evinced by the students in his courses. Just as I took up the glasses for a final look, the Professor burst in and informed me that I had the glasses wrong side up, and, therefore, had only seen what was not going to happen. A chilling realization that it was not the first time I had reversed things, swept over me, but 1 consoled myself with the thought that, even if I had reversed the future of some of the members of our class, they were none the less destined to cause wonder wherever they might be, and to excite the envy of those mortals so unfortunate as not to belong to ’96. 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