Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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PUBLISHED BY THE CLASS OF 1897, WORCESTER POLYTECH NIC INSTITUTE. WORCESTER, MASS.: IS97. ■0 PRESS OF THE FELT PRINT, BARTON PLACE, WORCESTER. XTbe Boarb of Bbitors. jebitorssiusCbief. Archie Winthrop Merchant. (tEORGe William Ihroop. Bssistant Bbitor. Harry Elwell Wheeler. Business Ibanager. Lloyd Jewett Davis. Bssociates. Winfred Waite Braman. Burion Edward Eames. Thomas Marcus Molloy. Lawrence Powers Iolman. IllUistrator. Chester Moulton Whitney. ©tber Contributors. Herbert Harringlon Morse. Howard Sprague Know lion, .i8. Edmund Roe Johnson, Irving Edwin Brainard, L)()0. Debication. 3 5 CL e iccm aWb raitiubc, i i3 600 is I mo i C icaicb i c ' G a33 ( Vtnci ' )p= ' ( CvCm, io i- c n ixiwit mo i cwCrou Cencj acior, OM. ( ic:p tH . HE AFTERMATH, as published by the graduating class of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute, for the past few years, has become so firmly established as a classical department of literature, that we believe it needs no explanation or apology for its existence. We have tried to combine in this, the Aftermath of ’1)7, the elements of College Annual, and of Class Book. Naturally, it is expected and, indeed, intended that this volume should be of chief interest to the Class of d)7 ; but it is also hoped that those so unfortunate as not to be members of this class, may have their lives made less dreary by finding here something to amuse or interest them. We have striven to avoid any so-called humor, which in any way approache s the comic valentine variety. If any “grind” contained within the covers of this book, seems to hit a little too hard, we trust that it will be taken, as it was intended,—merely as a good-natured “jolly,” without malice or thought of offense. Corporation. HON. STEPHEN SALISBURY, A. M., President. REA DANIEL MERRIMAN, D. D., Secretary. CHARLES Cj. WASHBURN, S. B., A. B., Treasurer HON. georch: f. hoar, LL. D. CHARLES H. MORGAN, ESQ. WALDO LINCOLN, A. B. (L HENRY WHITCOMB, A. M. REV. AUSTIN S. GARVER, A. M. REV. SPENSER B. MEESER, Ph. B. ELMER P. HOWE, S. B., A. B. ON THE PART OF THE BOARD OF EDUCATION, FRANK P. (lOULDING, ESQ. EX-OFFIClO, HIS HONOR, MAYOR A. B. R. SPRACIUE. ifacult . Thomas Corwin Mendenhall, Ph.D., LL.I)., . . President. President Mendenhall was born in Ohio in 1841. At an early age he became a teacher, and on the opening of the Ohio State University in 1873, he was elected to the chair of Physics and Mechanics. In 1878 he went to Japan as Professor of Physics, in the Imperial Univer¬ sity, where one of his distinguished colleagues was Professor J. A. Ewing. In 1887 he returned to the Ohio State University, where he received his degree of Ph.D. Three years later he entered the Government Service as Professor of Electricity in the Signal Service. In 1886 he resigned to accept the presidency of the Rose Poly¬ technic Institute, at Terre Haute, Indiana. After serv¬ ing in this capacity for three years, he was appointed as Superintendent of the United States Coast and Geodetic Survey. In 1894, Dr. Mendeneall left this position to assume the Presidency of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Professor of Higher Mathematics. Professor Sinclair graduated from Dartmouth Col¬ lege in 1858. The following year he spent in teaching at Adrian, Mich., and from 1859 to 1863 he was a tutor at Washington University, St. Louis. The next six years he was Professor of Mathematics in the Chandler Department of Dartmouth College, from which place he came to the W. P. I., in 1868, to occupy a similar position. Professor 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, Ph.D. He made himself popular with the class by his peculiarly interesting method of teaching Analytical Geometry and Calculus. His stock of jokes and stories was unlimited, and well served to keep the most friendly relations between the Professor and the class. It is safe to say that he is one of the best liked Professors on the Faculty. s Alonzo S. Kimlall, Ph.D., . . . Professor of Physics. U. Waldo Cutler, S. B., Professor Kimball graduated from Amherst College with the Class of 1866. After leaving college he taught Mathematics in the Webster High School for four years, and in the Worcester Highland Military Academy for one year. In 1871 he entered Worcester Free Institute, as Tech was then called, as an instructor in Mathematics, In the following year he was promoted to the position of Professor of Physics and Electrical Engineering. At the end of our Junior Year, however, he resigned the depart¬ ment of Electrical Engineering, and now devotes all his time to the improvement of the course in Physics. Professor Kimball is a trustee of Mount Holyoke Col¬ lege, where he frequently delivers lectures. As a lecturer he made himself very popular with the class. He has the faculty of making his statements well understood, and is another one who thoroughly enjoys telling a good joke. Professor of Modern Ivangu.ages. Professor Cutler is an alumnus of the W. P. L, having graduated in 1874. His first position as a teacher was at Brimfield, Mass., where he taught in the Hitch¬ cock High School. He next went to Holliston, where he introduced Drawing into the public schools. In 1877 he came to Tech as Assistant Professor of Modern Languages, and two years later, received leave of absence for a course of study in Germany. With the exception of one year, which he spent at Johns Hopkins University, he has been here ever since. Leonard P. Kinnicutt, S. D., . . . Professor of Chemistry. Dr. Kinnicutt graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1875. He went abroad and studied for two years at the University of Heidelberg, there coming in contact with such men as Bunsen and Heirmath. He studied further in Organic Chemistry at Bonn University. After his return to the United States he studied at the Johns Hopkins University, and later went to Cambridge to become private assistant to Dr, Gibbs. He was granted the degree of S. D. by Harvard in 1881. He came to the Tech in 1883 as Assistant Professor of Chemistry, and in 1885 was made Professor. The Chemists have seen a good deal of the Doctor, but to most of us he is remembered chiefly by the course of lectures he delivered us during our Freshman Year. 9 George H. kite, S. B., . . Professor of Civil Engineering. Professor White is one of the four members of the Faculty who graduated from Worcester Tech. He engaged in civil engineering work, in 1869, for Mr. W. P. Granger, then of Worcester, who subsequently was appointed chief engineer of the Hoosac Tunnel. Later, Professor White went with him to New York State, where he was engaged on the Adirondack Railroad. He then returned to Worces¬ ter, and entered Tech in advanced standing with the Class of ’73. He left in 1872, however, and engaged in engineering work in Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and Minnesota. Returning to Tech, in 1875, he took up the Senior studies with ’76, being at the same time tutor in field practice. He graduated in 1876, and then returned to Minnesota, where he engaged in railroad work until 1884, when he was appointed Professor of Civil Engineering at the W. P. I. Professor White is a very thorough instructor. Levi L. Conant, Ph.D., . . Associate Professor of Mathematics. Professor Conant graduated from Dartmouth with the Class of ’79. The following year he taught at Cottage City. The next three years he spent in High School work at Mankato, Minn., and Elkhart, Ind. For four years he 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 during 1890 and 1891. Professor Conant received the degree of A. M. from Dartmouth, in 1887, and the degree of 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. Pro¬ fessor Conant has always taken an active interest in athletics, and during training or contest, he is sure to be seen, giving advice, or shouting encouragement to the athletes. George H. Hayne.s, Ph.D., Professor of History and Economics. Dr. Haynes is another Amherst alumnus, receiving his diploma with the Class of 1887. From Amherst he came to Tech, and taught here from 1887 to 1890. He then took a course at Johns Hopkins, where he received his degree of Ph.D., in 1893. Returning, he was tendered the chair of History and Economics, in which capacity we had the pleasure of knowing him. Dr. Haynes has contrib¬ uted many valuable articles to the scientific journals on topics in American history and politics. We did not espec¬ ially admire studying “ Bryce,” but aside from that, enjoyed our course with him. 10 Wal ' ier L. Jennin(;s, Ph.I),, . . Assistant Professor of Chemistry. Dr. Jennings is a graduate of Harvard, having received his A, B. in 1889. He then took three years of graduate work, also at Harvard, and received his Ph.D. in 1892. Following this, he studied at Berlin and Heidel¬ berg for two years and, returning to this country, he came to the Tech as a member of the Faculty. We were under Dr. Jennings’s care during two courses, one in Mineralogy and one in Metallurgy, and the Doctor was a general favorite. Zelotes W. Coombs, A. M., . Assistant Professor of Modern Languages. Professor Coombs is another son of Amherst, having graduated from that college a year after Dr. Haynes, in 1888. After graduation, he taught one year at Brooklyn Tech. He then went to the University of Virginia, both as a student and an instructor. From there he came to Tech in 1890, filling the position of President’s Clerk and instructor in the languages. In 1894 he went abroad for a year’s study at the University of Berlin, and upon his return was made Assistant Professor of Modern Lan¬ guages, which position he now holds. Professor Coombs has always taken an active interest in the w ' elfare of the various student organizations, and doubtless owes his popularity to this fact. His speech before the entire student body in the interests of the Athletic Association, during our Junior Year, stands, we believe, without a parallel in Tech history, both as an example of oratory and because of the happy financial result. Sidney A. Reeve, M. E., Adjunct Professor of Steam and Hydraulic Phigineering. Professor Reeve graduated from the Sheffield Scientific School of Yale University in 1887, and in 1889 received the degree of M. E. He went to New York and was connected for a short time with Westinghouse, Church, Kerr ; Co., as a member of their corps of engineers. Later, he was called to a position on the editorial staff of the Progressive - gz’, a paper devoted to the gas industry. He came to ' I ' ech a year and a half ago, and has conducted our courses in Steam and Hydraulics. Professor Reeve was chosen most popidar professor by the Class of ' 97. He has been for some months working on the design and construction of a new gas engine, which is to be a radical departure from any existing type. We wish him the best of success in this enter¬ prise. 11 Harold H. Smi th, M. E., . . Professor of P lectri cal Engineerings Professor Smith received his degree of M. E. from Cornell University in 1891, remaining as a graduate student, until called, in 1892, to the Professorship of Elec¬ trical Engineering at the Arkansas State University. Was later head designer and electrical engineer for the Elektron Manufacturing Co., Springfield, Mass., and still remains with that firm in the capacity of consulting engineer. Professor Smith occupied the position of Director of School of Electrical Engineering, Purdue University, Lafayette, Indiana, from 1893 to 1896, at the expiration of which time he was given the chair of Professor of Electrical Engineering at the W. P. I. Professor Smith is a member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers, American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and the American Association for the Advancement of Sciences. Clarence A. Chandler, S. B., . Superintendent of Washburn Shops. Perhaps the most important change during our course at Tech, was the appointment of Mr. Chandler as Superintendent of the Washburn Shops. Mr. Chandler is a Tech alumnus, having graduated with Professor Cutler in the Class of ’74. After taking his degree, he entered into partnership with Mr. Henry S. Howe, of the same class. They located in Boston, and built up a prosperous business as designing engineers. A few years ago he accepted the important position of Superintendent of the Carver Cotton Gin Co., of East Bridgewater, and from this place he came to assume his present position at Tech. Although our acquaintance with him has been limited to only a small portion of the class during our Senior Year, yet we have come to know and respect him as a thorough gentleman, well adapted to fill the position he holds. Willia:m L. Ames, S. B., Professor of Drawing and Machine Design. Born in Kingston, Mass.; with the Taunton Loco¬ motive Works, Taunton, Mass., for three years; with Old Colony Rivet Works for three years; S. B., Worces¬ ter Polytechnic Institute, 1882; student at Cincinnati School of Design, Cincinnati, Ohio, for one year; called, in 1883, to the Rose Polytechnic Institute, Terre Haute, Indiana, as teacher of Drawing. To this department was added the work in Stereotomy and Descriptive Geometry, and later. Machine Design. He is the author of the “ Notes on Descriptive Geometry ” at present used in the W. P. 1. He was called, in 1896, to the Professor¬ ship of Drawing and Machine Design at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Professor Ames is a member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers. 12 James J. Guest, A. 11, Professor of Mechanical Engineering. Educated at Handsworth Grammar School, near Birmingham, England, and at Marlborough College; graduated in 1888 at Cambridge University, being fifth Wrangler and a scholar of Trinity College. Afterwards studied Physics at the Cavendish Laboratory and taught Mathematics. Took the course in the Engineering Laboratories, Cambridge, being finally assistant. While at Cambridge studied under, among others, Dr. Routh, Sir C. Stokes, Professors J. J. Thomson and Ewing. Entered the works of Messrs. Tangyes as a draughts¬ man; left, in 1895, for the post of Assistant Professor of Mechanical Engineering at McGill University, Canada. He came to Tech in the fall of 188G. JoSKl’H (). FhKI.ON, S. 1). Alton L. Smith, S. H. Daniel F. O’Reoan, S. IF Rohekt C. Sweetsek, S. B. Joseph Beals, S. B. ®tbcr Unsti ' uctors ROBERT C. SWEETSER, S. B., Instnictoi ' in Inorganic Chemistry. JOSEPH O. PHELON, S. B., Instructor in Electrical Engineering. ALTON L. SMITH, S. B., Instructor in Mechanical Drawing. JOSEPH BEALS, S. B., Instrnctor in Physics and Mechanics. DANIEL F. O’REGAN, S. B., Instrnctor in Chemistry. ARTHUR D. BUTTERFIELD, S. B., Assistant in Civil E7igineering. CHARLES M. ALLEN, S. B., Assistafit i)i Mechanical Enguieering. FRED L. DUNLAP, Ph.D., Instrtictor in Industrial Che?nistry. JOSEPH W. THOMAS, A. B., Instrnctor in Mathe))iatics. WILLIAM H. MORSE, Jr., S. B., Assistafit in Mechanical Engineering. Ilnetructors in the Masbburn Shops HENRY W. BADGER, Head Instructor in Woodwork. (;E0RGE a. MITCHELL, Head Instructor in Machine Shop. JOHN JERNBERG, Instructor in Blacksniithing. ARTHUR L. THOMPSON, Instructor in Moulding. N. ASHWORTH, Instructor in the Managefnent of Engines and Boilers Registrar., ]. K. MARSHAL. Librarian, MISS ELIZABETH K. FRANCIS. ClIAKI.KS M. Ai.i.kn, S. H. Fkkd L. Di ni-ai’, Ph.P. AkTHI’K 1). 1U I ' TKKKIKI.1), S. li. Wll.MAM H. Moksk, Jk., S. H. JosKPH W. Thomas, A. F.. (General Hlumni Hssociation. President, .... H. VIN FIELD Wyman, ’82. I Edward F. Tolman, ’71, Vice-Presidents, . . } John M. Russell, ’7(1, Louis W. Scwthgate, ’8.) Secretary, .... W. L . Chase, ’77. 23 John St., Worcester, Mass. ' Preasurer, . F dward K. Hill, ’71. jEiecutive Committee. H. WiNFJEi.D Wyman, ’ S2. John M. Russell, ’7(5. (5eor(;e 1. Rockwood, Edward F. ' J ' olman, ’71. Louis W. Southgate, ’ sr). Charles Rarer, ’1)5). W. L. Chase, ’77, Clerk. 21 abe Clevelanb Bssociation. President, .... Willard Fuller, ’84. Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, TLbc iPbtlaDelpbia President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Tbe Masbinston President, . . . . Secretary and Treasurer, Windsor T. White, ’90. John (F Oliver, ’81. Cor. Case Ave. and Hamilton St., Clev ' eland, O. Besociation. Ii ' rnest H. P airranks, ’87. Charles L. Prince, ’82. William P. Dallett, ’81. 49 No. Seventh St., Philadelphia, Pa. Association. John F. Bartlett, ’92. Howard A. Coombs, ’93, U. S. Patent Office, Washington, D. C. cCbe ' Mestcrn Association. CHICAGO. ILL. President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer, Executive Committee, Edwin S. Maithews, ’76. . Arthur B. Fairbanks, ’86. John B. Allan, ’80, Room 509 , Home Ins. B’ld’g, Chicago, Ill. Charlfls E. Davis, ’73. pMnvARD PC Johnson, ’84. Tbe San jFrancisco Association. C. W. Marwedel, ’85. PiDWARD S. Cobb, ’79. 421 Market St., San Francisco, Cal. President, Secretary, 22 [pbi 6amma Delta jFraternlt . FOUNDED IN 1848. Color, IRo al ipurple. IRoU Of Cbaptcrs. Section 11. Iota Mu, Massachusetts Institute Technology Pi Iota, Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Alpha Chi, . - • Amherst College. Nu Deuteron, Yale University. Tau Alpha, Section IMl. Trinity College. Upsilon, . . • . College of the City of New York. Omega, Columbia College. Nu Epsilon, . .... University of the City of New York.- Theta Psi, Colgate University. Kappa Nu, Cornell University. Chi, Section mill. Union College. Alpha, Washington and Jefferson College. Beta, Delta, University of Pennsylvania. Bucknell University. Xi, . . Pennsylvania College. Pi, . Allegheny College. Sigma Deuteron, Lafayette College. Beta Chi, . Leheigh University. Oamma Phi, Section 11D. Pennsylvania State College. Beta Mu, . Johns Hopkins University. Epsilon, . . University of North Carolina Omicron, University of Virginia. Beta Deuteron, . Roanoke College. Delta Deuteron, Hampden-Sidney College. Zeta Deuteron, Washington and Lee University. Rho Chi, Section 1). Richmond College. Eta, ... Marieatta College. Sigma, Wittenberg College. Theta Deuteron, Ohio Wesleyan College. Lambda Deuteron, . Dennison University. Omicron Deuteron, Ohio State University. Rho Deuteron, Wooster University. Lambda Phi, Section Dll. University of Michigan. Zeta, . Indiana State University. Lambda, . DePauw University. Tau, Hanover College. Psi, Wabash College. Alpha Deuteron, Illinois Wesleyan University. (Jamma Deuteron, Section Dim. Knox College. Mu Sigma, University of Minnesota. Mu, Section Dll 1111. University of Wisconsin. Kappa Tau, Section 11J ' . University of Tennessee. Pi Deuteron, University of Kansas. Sigma Phi, Section i . William Jewell College. Delta Xi, University of California. Alpha Sigma, Leland Stanford, Jr., University. 23 IPt llota Chapter of tl)e jfvaterniti of Ipbi (3amma Belta. established, NOVEMBER 20TH, 1891. Fratres in tlrbe. Louis Erville Ware. William Niles Stark. Richard Chester Cleveland. Harry Lincoln Dadmun. Ralph Landers Morgan. Merrick Lincoln. Ralph Waldo Emerson. William Jennings Baldwin. (iEORGE Walker Eddy. Alvah Wadsworth Clement. Thomas Leverett Nelson, Jr. Lyman Bartlett. ’ 97 . Charles Campbell Chalfant George William Throop. Roy Augustus Barnard. William Dresser Edwards. • Herbert Harrington Morse. Ralph Edward Fish. Edwin Irving Storer. ’ 98 . Edward Chandler Thrasher. Charles Arthur Booth. Harry Campbell Smith. Edwin Hacker Brown. Charles Arthur Brown. Frank Edwin Craig. ’ 99 . Ralph Clark Glazier. JosPZPH Peck Bartholomew. Julian Scott Wooster. 1900 . Burton Stedman Clark. Albert Edward Warren. Nathan Root Birge. Charles Francis Morgan. Fred Clark Perkins. George Sanford Whittemore. 24 Sioma Hlpba Epsilon. jFounOeb, 1856. IRoll Of Cbapters. Massachusetts Beta-Upsh.on, Massachusetts Iota-Tau, Massachusetts ( ' jAmma, Massachusetts Dei.ta, . Connecticut Alpha, New York Mu, . New York Sigma-Phi, Pennsylvania Omega, Pennsylvania Sigma-Phi, Pennsylvania Alpha-Zeta, Pennsylvania Zeta, Virginia Omicron, Virginia Sigma, North Carolina Xi, North Carolina Theta, South Carolina Delta, . South Carolina Phi, South Carolina Gamma, Georgia Beta, Georgia Psi, Georgia Epsilon, Georgia Phi, Michigan Iota-Beta, Michigan Alpha, Ohio Sigma, Ohio Delta, Ohio Epsilon, Ohio Theta, Indiana Alpha, Indiana Beta, Illinois Psi-Omega, . Kentucky Kappa, Kentucky Iota, Tennessee Zeta, Tennessee Lambda, . Tennessee Nu, . Tennessee Kappa, Tennessee Omega, Tennessee Eta, Alabama Mu, . . • . Alabama Iota, Alabama Alpha-Mu, Mississippi Gamma, . Iowa Sigma, Missouri Alpha, Missouri Alpha, Faypitte Branch, Missouri Beta, Nebraska Lambda-Pi, Arkansas Alpha-Upsilon, Texas Rho, Colorado Chi, Colorado Zeta, . California Alpha, California Beta, Boston University. Mass. Institute of Technology. Harvard University. Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Trinity College. Columbia University. St. Stephens College. Allegheny College. Dickinson College. Pennsylvania State College. Bucknell University. University of Virginia. Washington and Lee University. University of North Carolina. Davidson College. South Carolina College. Furman University. Wofford College. University of Georgia. Mercer University. Emory College. Georgia School of Technology. University of Michigan. Adrian College. Mt. Union College. Ohio Wesleyan University. University of Cincinnati. Ohio State University. Franklin College. Purdue University. Northwestern University. Central University. Bethel College. Southwestern Presbyterian University Cumberland University. Vanderbilt University. University of Tennessee. University of the South. Southwestern Baptist University. University of Alabama. Southern University. Alabama A. and M. College. University of Mississippi. Simpson College. University of Missouri. Central College. Washington University. University of Nebraska. University of Arkansas. University of Texas. University of Colorado. Denver University. Leland Stanford, Jr., University. University of California. I k. f‘ ' ' 2 � t ' : ' ; ' -,.r if V ' tjf ' t ir-v, •.. (, wBwWit ' ffSKBn -•1 ’ V till . 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George Addison Denny. George Crompton Gordon. Charles Arthur Harrington. Henry Dennis Temple. Frank Edward Wellington. William Hilton Cunningham. George Slocomb Gibbs. 97 , Charles Field Day. ' 98 . Gilbert Bloss. Daniel Baker Dimick. Frank Chester Harrington. Karl Beagary Reed. Walter Clark Fuller. Raymond Ralston Smith. Thomas Trego Briggs. 99, Harry Maynard Chamberlain. Harry Leander Hastings. Clifton Bingham Synyer. Oliver Parkhurst Tyler. Samuel Thayer Willis. 1900 . Robert Chase Allen. Harold Gerald Irons. Herbert Knowlton Larkin. George Emory Williamson. Juan Ignacts Yrigoyen. president. Charles H. Morcjan. 1st Vice-President, 2(1 Vice-President, od Vice-President, 4th Vice-President, nth Vice-President, Ceorge I. Alden. Charles C. Chalfant, ’h7. William H. Morse, Jr., ’Dn. Joseph O. Phelon, ’S7. Mii.ton P, Higgins. Secretary, ' Treasurer, Prof. Sidney A. Reeve. W. F. Cole, ’S3. Counsellors. Charles H. Allen, K . C. Watkins, ’8(1, W’. W. Bird, ’87, A. I). Flinn, ’93, 1C R. Hii.i., ’71. ©fRcei ' S of WIl. IP , n. a. a. President, A. V. Merchant Vice-President, . F. K. Craig. Secretary, T. C. Davis. ' I ' reasurer, . D. B. Dimick. Hase-Hall Manager, H. C. Smith. P ' oot-Hall Manager, . D. I . Dimick. ©fficers Lawrence P. Tolman, ’97, Leader. Burton E, Eames, ’97, Accompanist. 1st Tenors:— Edward G. Beckwith, ’97 John H. Brooks, 1900, 2d Tenors:— Burton E. Eames, ’97, Charles A. Burgess, ’98, Fred W. Putnam, ’99, Manager. Walter S. Bliss, Director. William B. Bingham, ’98, Harry E. Wheeler, ’97, George A. Jacobs, 1900. 1st Basses:— Lawrence P. Tolman, ’97, George Wm. Throob, ’97, Frederick H. Clark, 1900, Raymond H. Hitchcock, 1900, Roswell T. Hapgood, 1900. 2d Basses :—A. Winthrop Merchant, ’97, William G. Allen, ’i)8, Fret:) W. Putnam, 1900, Frank O. Price, 1900. Directors. L. P. Tolman, E. G. Beckwith, A. W. Merchant, C. A. Burgess, H. E. Wheeler. The (dee Club was organized in March, 1890. In connection with the Banjo Club, several concerts have been given during the past spring, besides several campaign engagements in the fall of ’90. The club is now one of the most wide¬ awake organizations at Tech. I • 1; ' - -V ' ■ • -- :-- ' -f - -i. ' ' f ' i-. ' • ' .i, - .1-:;,I ' ■i� :;Ss.ii T ‘t- ■_ t .- . { W ' . f .. H Vo ■ - ' ■■ ' W . ' • J •, ' -• • • ' - ' • Vu —1 • ' ' ♦ ' ■‘‘‘f m m ' j � • ■ . f ‘ ' fcN ’ . ‘i. • . ■• ©fficers. President, Harry ] . Wheeler, Vice-President, Harry Smith, ’1)8. lEiecutive Committee. PROE, Z. W. COOMHS, WiNEREl) W. pRAMAN, ’1)7, AND 1 ' hE OfEICERS. Officers for tbe mnv 1896 7, President, Vice-President, Treasurer, Recording Secretary, Corresponding Secretary, PT H. WiLLMARTH, ’J)7. C. T. Hawley, ’98. . P . (P Beckwith, ’97. H. W. Haynes, ’99. . A. T. PTi.ler, ’98. Prayer-Meeting, Membership, Bible Study, Hand-Book, Committee Cbairmen. . Pk G. Beckwith, ’97. A. T. Fuller, ’98. H. V. Haynes, ’99. . Pk H. WiLLMARTH, ’97. The object of the existence of this organization is to ])romote religious thought and activity among its members and the Institute in general. It holds religious meetings every Thursday, at noon, in Room 8. A reception is given to the Freshman Class in the Fall Term. The Hand-Book, a very valuable little book for the pocket, containing information useful to Tech Students, was issued by the Y. M. C. A. for the first time, last September. ©tficers, Edward L. Walker, Ralph E. Fish, Albert E. Hayes, President. Vice-President. ' Preasurer and Secretary. Directors. Edward L. Walker, ’97. Joseph D. Bicknell, C. Bertrand Coburn, ’99. Harold E. Burdeite, ’00. I jfresbman Class. President, Vice-President, Secretary, treasurer, Allen, Robert C. Amsden, James L., Jr. Flinn, Frederick. Brooks, John H., Jr. Clark, Burton S. Howard, Edward H. Andrews, Albert M. Atherton, Ralph E. Barr, Robert M. Beers, Ralph S. Birge, Nathan R. Brainerd, Irvb g E. Bryant, Arthur H. Bucknam, Albion L. Burdette, Harold E. Clark, Frederick H. Coates, B. Austin. Cross, Harry I. Curtis, James H. Dwinnell, Irving F. Francis, Sidney H. (iANONG, Walter K. (iiNN, Evander H. Havener, Mahlon E. Hitchcock, Raymond H. ©fficers. Cbemtstr . Hapgood, Roswell T. Harrington, John H. Larkin, Herbert K. CWll Engineering. Johnson, Benjamin O. Merrill, Philip. Price, Frank O. Ibecbanlcal Engineering. Hoar, William J. Hogan, James J. Howe, William F. Irons, Harold G. Jacobs, George A. Jacobs, Loren A. Jennison, Ernest N. Kent, Arthur A. Libby, Malcolm M. Macnamara, George R. Maynard, Edward W. Miller, Gilbert W. Moore, Charles F. Morgan, Charles. Morgan, Charles F. Needham, Edwin L. Nichols, Louis C. Nutting, Frank S. Pearce, Frederick H. ©eneral Scientific. Lin(;ley, Charles R. FvDward H. Simpson. Herbert K. Larkin. Irving E. Dwinnell. Roswell T. Hapgood. Pierce, Edward L. Simpson, Edward H. Stetson, Orlando S., Jr. West, Lester W. Williamson, George E. Pease, Giles S. Quinn, Walter J. Rankin, William J. Rogers, Joseph W. Sanders, Thomas R. Smith, F. Eugene. Smith, Otis E. Traill, William R. Walsh, Howard T. Walter, Harry C. Warren, A. Edward. Whaley, S. Earl. Whitcomb, David. Whitney, Perrin B. Whittemore, George S. Willard, Charles H. Wood, Evereit. Wooster, Julian S. Yrkjoyen, Juan I. Bineteen lbunbreb. EVER, since the year 186 S, has W. P. E been so honored as it has been during the past year. At the end of three more years she will graduate the most distinguished class that has ever entered, oi will enter upon a course of study within her walls. There have been several exceedingly bright classes at Tech before, notably the Class of ’97, but 1900 will surelv leave behind her a record that will never be equalled. We, the members of this renowned class, feel that the coming century ought to pension us, for we shall be the first class to graduate after her reign has begun. We entered upon our course with a member¬ ship of eighty-three, making us the largest class that ever entered Tech, but wear and tear, political bonfires, and semi-annual examinations have reduced us to seventy-seven. Last Septem¬ ber we were, perhaps, the most moss-grown lot of men that ever presented them¬ selves at Tech’s door. But our good professors early scraped of¥ the greater part of it, and now—you can’t tell us anything. ’Ninety-nine thought we were the funniest thing that ever happened, and when the Juniors decided to present our Class with a cane, they thought that it would be dead easy fruit to get possession of it. But they found that ‘‘ there were others.” The day for the memorable scrap arrived. The whole class, with very few exceptions, turned out in any old kind of clothes. Breathlessly, we gathered around our leader, “Amherst” Clark, the battle-scarred veteran of many rushes, and listened to his few words of advice, and to the strategic plan of battle which 38 he had evolved from his mighty brain. At the word of command we gathered in a circle, ten paces from the spot whereon stood our three most stalwart men, and also the three fierce-looking Sophomores, all grasping the poor, unoffending cane. As Professor Coombs, the referee, stepped back and discharged his pistol into the air, we surged forward, and were soon in the midst of a tumbling, scrambling, suffo¬ cating, dislocating group. Those in the center managed now and then to touch the ground with their feet, but more often they floated on a solidified, conglomer- erate solution of genus homo. Once in a while, feet would appear, waving frantically in the air and again become submerged. Those who lingered on the outskirts were reminded of their duty by swift kicks from upper class-men. ’Ninety-nine had much the advantage of us, for we, as a class, were but a few weeks old, and hardly knew which men belonged to our class. But when the pistol announced the close of the contest, the cane was firmly grasped by nine members of our class, and by only seven of the Sophs. In celebration of this victory, we paraded the principal streets of the city, led by an impromptu drum corps. We were solid for “Sound Money” and McKinley, and furnished a goodly number of men for the first grand parade of the campaign. But for reasons both known and unknown to the public, we did not appear in the second parade. Our class is familiarly known as the Class of ’00, pronounced “naughty- naught.” We, however, think that “not-naughty” would be more appropriate. Mr. Badger, we feel sure, agrees with us on this point, for we rarely get in a bad humor, and work. We tend strictly to business, execute the G. W., whistle, sing, throw blocks and other debris, leave charged incandescent lamps where someone will pick them up, have hurdle races, shut off the lathe power, “monkey” the dynamo, charge Mr. Badger’s railing with electricity, and lock sleeping innocents under the benches. About the only fault to be found with us is that we have confined our making of H 2 S and CS 2 to the laboratories. That we were stars in Algebra during the first half, is easily seen from the fact that there was doubt as to whether we were “fools or blockheads.” In one of his early lectures. Dr. Mendenhall advised us not to conceal our ignorance, but to let it be known in order that we might be told what we didn’t know. That we are taking his advice. Dr. Kinnicutt can testify, for about every time he comes into the Labs he tells someone, “You don’t know anything about Chemistry.” In athletics, 1900 will, without doubt, break the record. She furnished five or six men for all of the ’Varsity foot-ball games last season, and has four men on che base-ball nine. Our trackmen are superb and don’t intend to take a back seat. as they demonstrated in the cross-country runs last autumn, A few of the men who won and are winning for 1900, this high position in athletics are : Allen, Barr, Birge, Brooks, Curtis, Maynard, Nutting, Perkins, Rogers, Simpson, Traill, and Walsh. The Glee Club, too, has drawn upon us for six of our best voices. Brooks, Clark, Hapgood, Hitchcock, Jacobs, and Price deserve much credit for their hearty support of the club. 1900 is scarely a year old, in fact, less than ten months old, yet she has already put herself greatly in prominence, and we declare that “ we are the people,” in fact, the only people at Tech. P. S.—We desire to call attention to the fact that not a single boastful word occurs in this our class history. 40 1900. Oh, you little Naughty-Naughts With your pure and innocent thoughts Of the glory and the greatness of your class ! You have freshness ; you have youth ; You have manners most uncouth; And you have unlimited supplies of glittering brass. But although we seem to jeer, We are glad to see you here. For you’ve many goodly men within your ranks. But remember our advice. Sporting life don’t cut some ice. And the Faculty do not love a class of tanks. But then, if you’ve been good. And have gallantly withstood All the perils hovering ’round your course at Tech, You may some day take our place. And with calm and smiling face. Watch some other Freshies get it in the neck. f «4 ' 4 J “ He’s tough, ma’am, tough is’m). Tough and devilish sly.” t 42 Sophomore Class. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, QttXCCVB. S. Sumner Edmands. Walter E. Foster. Archie N. Goddard. Edmund R. Johnson. Clark, Harry A. Eddy, William C. Gabriel, George A. CbemlBtri5. Hastings, Harry L. Sanford, George R. Van Ostrand, Arthur S. Glazier, Ralph C. Blake, Walter D. Clark, Paul L. Davis, Thomas C. Livermore, Arthur C. Civil Engineering. Sanderson, Albert D. Scott, Harry E. Shute, William C. Vinton, Louis A. Bartholomew, Joseph P. Chamberlain, Harry M. Clark, Harold H. Coburn, C. Bertrand. Cole, Forrest W. Edmands, S. Sumner. Eveleth, Charles E. Ferris, Herbert H. Foster, Walter E. Goddard, Archie N. Could, Edward F. Bbecbanical Engineering. Graffam, Walter S. Hall, Samuel F. Haynes, Herman W. Howe, James F. Johnson, Edmund R. Johnson, J. Lovell. Johnson, William M. Kinney, Clarence W. Lewis, Roy G. Luther, Stephen C. Olds, Alfred W. Putnam, Fred W. Rebboli, Charles J. ScoviLLE, William H. Smith, Milton A. Smith, Sherman E. Synyer, Clifton B. Tyler, Oliver P. Vail, Guy R. ViNAL, Albert C. Willis, Samuel T. Wood, Pliny W., Jr. General Scientific. Rich, Ernest E. 43 ♦ was late on a certain afternoon early in Sep tember, 1895, that we first gazed resignedly up the since much- bestepped mountain side, familiarly known as Tech hill, and wondered as so many had done before us, “ How in thunder are we going to climb that?” But climb it we did; and we have since attained a considerable proficiency at ash-heap scaling, and can jump from ledge to ledge with great agility. Of course we immedi¬ ately became enamored with our work and spent most of our time, when not at chapel or reveling in church socials, in walking down Main Street, wearing conspicu¬ ously red and grey sweaters as a sign to the public that we had not yet been dropped. It was thus in a some¬ what cheerful frame of mind, and with a foxy eye, we drew near to our first mid-year exams. But lo ! We found that while many were called, few held a winning hand, and that, although cribs exist outside of a bed¬ room, some of us needed a whole set of furniture. In the English department we quite eclipsed all records, and many are the stationery stores which have been swamped by our insatiate demands for “ essay paper.” Our excellence as reporters is shown from the fact that the daily papers had reports exactly similar to ours, even to misspelled words. In Chemistry we kept up the time-honored custom of taking our siestas during lectures, and furnished the usual applause on the advent of the fire extinguisher, with the usual result. We also “ took that bottle of Appolinaris,” and managed to come in a good second to our general instructor in the audible grin which usually greets lecture jokes. In Free Hand Drawing we covered ourselves with glory, and the wall with sketches, adding several thousand more designs of the bridge and tower to those w - w 44 already made. It was here that our budding engineering genius first manifested itself, when one of our number labelled a sketch of the Dean pump “ Compound engine.” In the field of art we might also mention our barn decorations, which attracted considerable attention even from the Faculty, although Dexter claims we stole the designs (as well as the paint) from him. With Professor Conant we have delved into the depths of several different branches of mathematics, and there is nothing inexplicable that we can’t explain, if you give us lots of time and a couple of infinities. We got on intimate terms with old Archemedes and all the other old D’s of antique arithmetic, and we used to talk about Newton in our sleep. Since we have been in the domain of Johnny,” we have all been compelled to buy cowhide boots with hobnails, and we use nothing but fountain pens in class, ‘‘ for obvious reasons,” as one of our instructors says. Although it is pretty hard to assimilate the genteel sufficiency of Dutch accorded us, we have managed to become almost as good Dutchmen as ever sold frankfurters. We can der, die and das almost any old thing, while the ease with which we can raise werden to the fourth power and add a few nochs, docks and eifwia s just to season it, is only equalled by the rapidity with which we forget. We are particularly fond of Scientific Dutch, but we can’t say that we hanker after it. ' In the department of Physics we have had some fine discussions on the tariff, and ‘Df this apparatus hadn’t been broken or somebody hadn’t taken my hay-fork,” we might have seen that experiment. As it was we have had some interesting talks with Mr. Beals as to whether hot water freezes sooner than cold, why horses don’t fly, or when he thinks summer will come again, and as the clock has been stopped ever since ’Ninety-eight first entered the lecture-room, we have often been enabled to ask questions until the time for our next recitation had passed. As hewers of wood we did some highly artistic work with brush and glue-pot and got the laugh as usual when we tried to bunco Sir Roger with the sawdust finish. We played some amusing little games with the dynamo, and, contrary to the usual custom, escaped from the clutches of the buzz-saws and planers without the butchery of our fingers. Those repeated interrogations regarding the identity of G. AV. were answered with alarming promptness, and we kept his memory a vivid green, being granted the usual vacations for our thoughtfulness. Since our entry into Heathenville, we have enjoyed ourselves without stint, and the chatter of the back-gears, or the grinding or the tool against the faceplate do much towards enlivening the monotony of our existence. We also love to sit meditating in the 45 boiler room with the low water whistle playing merry tunes, while the pump beats accompaniment through lack of water, and the Institute’s coal goes roaring up the flue. We have discovered that faith, soap and charity constitute the three graces of the shop, and the greatest of these is soap, with more or less lard oil. In athletics ’Ninety-nine holds an enviable record. Besides having acquired the good habit of winning the cross-countries easily, we have scored the highest number of points of any Freshman Class in the Class games, and have saved the Tech from entire defeat in the Intercollegiate. One of the strongest runners on the relay team, when W. P. I. beat M. I. T., was Scott, ’99. In the field of foot¬ ball we have only to mention “Reb” to establish our claims. Two of the main¬ stays of last year’s baseball team were Smith and Saunders, both of ’99. Two other members of our class, Tyler and Chamberlain, were also on the ’Varsity nine. Of course we have had our misfortunes, and the saddest of these was the accidental death towards the close of the first term of our Freshman Year, of our friend and classmate, William J. Baker. He was a good student, an athlete, and a loyal member of ’Ninety-nine, and he will ever be remembered by every true member of the class. And now, having accomplished much, accomplishing much, and with much to be accomplished, with love to the janitor and ’Ninety-eight, with our members on the wane but still in the ring, we must bring our brief but eventful history as a two-year-old to an end. • V -‘ ' M« • ' ■-18 « -X J ' Cl 0 1 vi- • ' 3j - ' -if Class of Eighteen Ninety-nine We’re glad to see you,—you’re looking fine ! We’re glad to know that you’re right in line. P I for the Class of ’Ninety-nine. Class of Eighteen Ninety-nine, You can juggle the sphere as well as the stein. You like to scrap as well as to dine. You are very hot stuff. Sophs of ’Ninety-nine. Class of Eighteen Ninety-nine, The joys of Tech life we must soon resign. We’re through with Calc, and tangent, and sine. We hope you’ll live through them too. Class of ’Ninety-nine. So once more, P I for the Sophomore Class, We hope in all things they will ever surpass. For they “get up and git,” and don’t stop to gas. The best of good luck to the Sophomore Class ! •« 4(i ' 99 . “ Only this, and nothing more.” 48 Junior Class. ©flicers. President, .... Edmund R. Cross. Vice-President, Joseph D. Bicknell. Secretary, .... Harry B. Paige. Treasurer, .... Walter C. Fuller. Cbcmistr . Spencer, G. Carl. Thrasher, Edward C. Civil :6nglneerlng. Green, Paul S. Pakje, Harry B. Brown, Charles A. Fales, Almon L. iftccbanlcal Engineering Allen, William G. Ball, Allison P. Bicknell, Joseph D. Bingham, William B. Bloss, Gilbert. Booth, Charles A. Brown, Edward H. Burgess, Charles H. Clarke, Carl T. Craig, Frank E. Cross, Edmund R. Dimick, Daniel B. Fuller, Arthur T. Fuller, Walter C. Hall, Clarence M. Harrington, Fr.4NK C. Hawley, Charles T. Hayes, Albert E. Knowles, Ralph R. Knowlton, Howard S. Lancaster, Henry S. Prince, Burton A. Reed, Karl B. Rood, James T. Slader, Walter. Smith, Harry C. Smith, Raymond R. Whitiemore, Frederic W. V WO years ago the Class of ’98 made its bow to the public in an article setting forth its merits in true Freshman optimism. The flimsy, treacherous wood, and oft-missing upper rounds of the Tech ladder were then too far off for us to estimate its breaking strength, but after a three years’ experiment, in which our members have been reduced from fifty- five to thirty-two, we are convinced that its factor of safety is perilously near one-half. Ovying to the extreme exclusiveness of the Class of ’96, we did not appear in print in the last Class Book, but the inhabitants of the United States have not been unaware of our existence, and the charge of sluggishness has never been pre¬ ferred against us. Our good and evil deeds have been heralded far and wide, and we enjoy the distinction of adapting ourselves to present, past and future “conditions” with the philosophy of a commercial traveler. We are quite accus¬ tomed to the Institute’s peculiar features, and after continual “soaking” have become well saturated with that blast semi-cynicism which only a solid Tech course can inculcate. So fond are we of hard work that we handle it as a museum custodian fingers a favorite mummy. Our members are few, and we are firm advocates of “minority representa¬ tion.” Like the Chicago widow we have suffered twenty-three bereavements in the past three years, but as “{quality and not quantity” has ever been our motto, particularly in the oil-laden atmosphere of the Washburn Shops, we are slightly comforted by the reflection that our individual chances will be better in the end. We unanimously agree with Dickens that “life is one dem’d horrid grind,” and 50 know that Beecher dropped the nickel in the slot when he said, “ the only easy place is the grave.” Handicapped by our small numbers and lack of time for outdoor sports, our athletic record has not been all that could be desired, but we have been invincible in foot-ball. As Freshmen, our team defeated Highland Academy, 28-0, and tried, but failed, to get a game with ’97. The next fall, after again defeating the H. M. A., ()0-0, in one half, we issued a challenge to the other classes. Immediately three teams were in training, and we anticipated victories galore, but ’97 remembered past events and gracefully withdrew; ’99 could not play us on the appointed day “because it looked like rain,” while ’96, our only real opponent, sent its captain a week after Thanksgiving, with snow on the ground, to know “ why we didn’t play them? ” In the fall of ’96 there were no class teams, and many of our men found places on the ’Varsity. Ferry at quarter, “Si” Perkins guard, Clark right tackle, and Booth at the other tackle, for the third season upheld the honor of Tech and ’98. In baseball we are only amateurs, but can still do something on a pinch. In our first year we won our great game from ’97, score 30 to 18. Further par¬ ticulars concerning our relations with that class after the game, and also at our “ Half-Way Thro’ ” supper will be found in our Class Book, for obvious reasons. The next year we felt bound to uphold our honor with ’99, and without hope of winning gave them a hard game, losing by 11 to 8. In track athletics we have been weak. The only one who has upheld the class reputation here has been Whittemore, who secured second place in the cross-countries whenever he entered. In the bicycle events our two stars, “ whose empty chairs we mourn alas,” Perkins and Johnson, gave us the foremost place. One and all, we long for a gymnasium at Tech, but have “ hoped against hope.” Among the new faces which haunted our Sophomore dreams were Physics, “Annie Lit” and Descript. Physics proved interesting in certain repects, the discovery of the Roentgen rays coming at an opportune time, but the graceful curves and “shapes” which “Annie Lit” exhibited were by far the favorite sub¬ ject of speculation. We liked Descript, at first a long ways off, but became accustomed in the second half to the mazy, smoky whirl of imaginary joints, lines, profiles and hyperbolic paraboloids in space. We now consider the subject extremely valuable as a mental discipline. Thanks to Prof. Coombs’s enthusiasm, most of us conquered Dutch. Prof. Cutler guided us through the romantic mysteries of twenty-four letter words in 51 Scientific German, and under his leadership we sailed the sea of patriotism in Schiller’s drama,“ Wilhelm Tell.” Changes met us in our Junior First Half, several of the Faculty going to new fields of labor. We began Mechanics a month after Tech opened and have had to hustle to keep up with the procession. Statics was a slow subject, but Dynam¬ ics is generally conceded to contain many interesting features, and we are convinced that Cambridge is the first mathematical school in Europe. Also, that England is not so bad a place after all. Our English Lit. was a perennial (?) joy, the discussion of the “Ten Monuments ” furnishing a considerable variety of matter for perusal, and we pasted in our hats the maxim, “we cannot neglect imaginative literature if we wish to escape starvation of soul! ” Thanks to the circulation of Liar’s Incense No. 790,522 in a quiz, each man conscientiously said that the ten prescribed works were a part of himself—were garnered into his mental storehouse. Pol. Econ. looked easy at first, but after a few quizzes the Law of Diminish¬ ing Returns got in its work, and our daily increasing efforts brought an unfortunate yield. Much might be said of the other mind-engrossing occupations which fill out our weekly grind. As an example of Tech barbarism on the part of the Powers, let the following subjects, taken by Div. A. this half suffice, viz: Mechanics, Electricity, Physics, Civil Government, Steam, Metallurgy, Mineralogy, Mechanical Drawing, Machine Design and Shop Practice ! The home stretch of our course is close at hand, the last quarter of the race full in sight. Well may we say as we glance down the long pathway : “ The unwritten only still belongs to thee, Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.” ' 98 . Who are these so loudly talking, Talking sitting,—talking walking, Even in their sleep they’re talking. Always talking, talking, talking? ’ ' Tis the Class of ’Ninety-eight, Gaseous, boastful ’Ninety-eight. Who are these forever playing. All their childishness displaying In the class, the Prof, dismaying With their innocent and simple playing? ’Tis the Class of ’Ninety-eight. Naughty, naughty ’Ninety-eight. But in spite of all their chinning, No cups or medals have they been winning. Still they continue their senseless grinning,— Still their playing,—still their chinning. We are glad that we vacate When we think of ’Ninety-eight. Senior Class. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, ©fttcers. Geo. Wm. Throop. Thomas M. Molloy. Harry E. Gough. Lloyd J. Davis. Winfred W. Braman. Cbcmlstr . Braman, Winfred W. Ellinwood, George H. Day, Charles F. Killam, W. Stanley. Earle, Richard B. Civil JEn lneerlnQ. Molloy, Thomas M. Walker, Edward L. Morse, Herbert H. Electrical Barnard, Roy A. Beckwith, Edward G. Brown, Joseph E. Gogh LIN, Peter A. CuNDALL, Robert N. Eames, Burton E. Fish, Ralph E. nbecbanical Chalfant, Charles C. Davis, Lloyd j. Durand, Arthur H. Edwards, WilliaiM D. Keyes, I. Gec rge. Lundgren, Oscar W. General Libbey, Engineering. Gough, Harry E. Greenwood, Charles H. Merchant, A. Winthrop. Paine, Ellery B. Pease, Edward E. ' Phroop, George Wm. WiLLMARTH, ElMER H. Engineering. Nikoloff, Subbo. loLMAN, Lawrence P. Walsh, James T. Wheeler, Harry E. Whitney, Chester M. Scientific. Frank E. past flDembers- Arnold, Bertram H. Bench LEY, Edmund N. Bicknell, William B. Brown, Fred C. Burgess, Charles A. Carroll, William E. Coe, Thomas H. Currier, Herbp:rt E. Dana, C. Bales. Dana, William S. B. Daniels, Ernest T. Daniels, Herbert L. Dodge, Edward M. Elliott, Isaac F. Hemenway, Charles P. Jeppson, (George N. Kelley, Herbert E. Lam SON, Theodore. Lancaster, Henry S. Lathrop, Charles B. Lombard, Frederick B. Loud, Francis A. Mosman, Ernest. Nelson, Thomas L., Jr. Orrell, Arthur E. Philpot, George L. Polk, Roger W. Pond, Arthur N. Powers, Charles F. Storer, Edwin I. Stone, William H. Smith, Frank W. Smith, Harry C. Sullivan, Charles D. Tarbox, Seth H. Tower, DeWitt. Waite, Charles L. Williams, Isaac F. WiusoN, Hiram R. Young, (iEORCiE F. ©fficers of the Class of ’97. jfresbman linear, Ist 1balf President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, H. H. Morse. G. W. Throop. E. L. Walker. H. A. Kelley. 3 frc 0 bman lear, 2b 1balf. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, B. E. Eames. G. H. Ellinwood. R. E. Fish. H. L. Daniels. Sophomore l ear, Ist 1balf. Sophomore l ear, 2b 1balf. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, L. J. Davis. H. L. Daniels. O. W. Lundgren. W. D. Edwards. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, A. W. Merchant. R. E. Fish. R. A. Barnard. E. E. Pease. S unlor President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Senior lear, Ist 1balf. E. L. Walker. C. F. Day. E. E. Pease. I. G. Keyes. l ear, tst 1balf. junior President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Senior lear, 2b fbalf. G. F. Day. J. T. Walsh. E. E. Pease. L G. Keyes. lear, 2b 1balf. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, O. W. Lundgren. W. W. Braman. H. E. Gough. L. J. Davis. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Claes S)a ) ©fflcers. G. W. Throop. T. M. Molloy. H. E. Gough. L. J. Davis. Class Orator, Tree Orator, Historian, Statistician, Farewell Orator, Burton E. Eames. Herbert H. Morse. Winfred W. Bra.man. Thomas M. Molloy. Lawrence P. Tolman. ’IRinet Seven, OUR years have passed, and what a life we have led ! The curriculum of studies has claimed the greater part of our time and attention, and about this,—our main work,—is woven that host of pleasantries and incidents that have made our course brighter and easier. We were the first class to try the four years’ course at the Institute, and as we look back to our first days here, the four years seem short, indeed. Situated on a high hill and par¬ tially hidden from the street by beautifully wooded grounds, we found the Worcester Polytechnic Institute, d ' he top of the hill was gained by a number of paths, the chief one being the smooth, stee]) walk from Boynton Street. Another on the West Street side arose from amid tall evergreens, and by short, steep flights of stone steps, led to the south- side door of Boynton Hall. Another path left the winding road and approached, by a very steep grade, the front door of Washburn Shop. This path and the main ])ath were so hard to climb, that later stone ‘‘ ties ” were put in at a distance of two steps apart, and later yet, a new path, much longer, but with less incline, was constructed. It approaches Boynton Hall, midway between its southern doors. The sombreness of this old stone building was out of sympathy with the 58 old gong on the clock tower, which struck, with temper almost irritable, the hours as they passed by, so slowly, we thought at first. We had been in this building before while taking exams., but now, on this bright September day in ’93, the first roll-call of the Class of ’97 was read by Dr. Fuller in the old chapel, with its long, narrow platform, going lengthwise the hall, and the little organ, then in its zenith, before the decline which came so soon, and was so rapid. We were assigned to our separate divisions, and part of our schedule was announced. With great pride we appeared in the Boynton Hall Book Agency Parlor to buy our first books. How we did study those lessons the first few days ! For when one enters upon a new course and amid new surroundings, a new impetus is given to the mind, at other times perhaps less active. Surely we did not injure ourselves studying, for we took plenty of time to look about in detail. It was not many days before we learned to go about without fear of getting lost, or of breaking in upon a recitation where we did not belong. Our work this half kept us, for the most part, in Boynton Hall. We were treated to a mixture of studies—varied enough, so that the available qualities of all might be brought forth. We had plenty of Mathematics, the Languages, Chemistry, History, Drawing, and F thics and Hygiene, and practice in our differ¬ ent lines. Very plainly we remember how we used to line up at the blackboard to solve those first problems in Algebra and Geometry. Had some known, at that time, what was coming later in the same line, they would have given up in despair. Those who had the younger mathematician, will remember the twist of his limbs, and the race he had with one of us to raise a full beard. Under “ Zelotes ” and Mr. Viles we enjoyed French. We recall the indigna¬ tion of the latter, when on warm days the ragged urchin used to stand without the open window, and make loud remarks. The Tules in Rhetoric, we had learned so carefully in preparatory schools, were of no avail. By the number of correction marks on our essays, it looked as if we were not taking hold of Cutler’s application of Genung’s expositions, as readily as we should. The Professor in Chemistry overlooked mathematics in his deep thought upon the principles he was teaching. We recalled that, at one time, when all ex¬ periments went wrong, the Dr. explained the cause as being due to loss of sleep. We had just had a fire, which threatened the whole Lab., and totally destroyed the stock-room. Ever after, the Dr. was always on the alert to respond promptly to an 59 alarm from Box 371. Early on the morning of the lecture mentioned, he heard an alarm and counted it as 371. He hustled with all speed to the scene of his. labors, to find fire alarm box untouched and Lab. intact. Civils, Chemists and General Scientific men glanced at the outlines of the World’s History, and were awfully bothered with dates. We spent weekly a few hours with Professor Gladwin, in the Washburn Shop Extension, and made great advancement in art. It was wonderful how much he got out of us, and how pleased were those three members who received prizes offered for the most advancement during the term. They will ever be a reminder of that genial, patient man, who strove with his whole soul to make us think that there is no day w ithout its line.” Perhaps much of the advancement, health, and honor of the class has been due to that series of weekly lectures by Dr. Fuller. Under the head of Ethics and Hygiene, we were given some of the general conditions of success, and the several qualities that make good character. Even as early as the first half we pursued somewhat different courses. For practice, the Mechanics met Mr. Badger at 7 A. M., in the upper story of Wash¬ burn Shop. They sawed wood, made patterns, pounded their fingers, and learned the old trick of making wood out of sawdust and glue. Altogether, at the bench they had a jolly time. The Civils spent their time with Professor White, in Boynton Hall, principally at Mathematics and Drawing. The Chemists and Scientists were introduced to Chemistry by Dr. Kinnicutt, with Mr. Smith and Mr. O’Regan assisting. Here it was, in the process of mixing liquids and smashing apparatus, that we became acquainted with Guy, whom everybody liked to have around telling yarns, and making life easier for us. The stories told in the Labs, have even rivalled those told at the noon gatherings in the eating parlor in the basement of Boynton Hall. All our time was not taken up with studying. We had been at the Institute but a few days, when we were requested to furnish a class team for the foot-ball games. At such short notice, a full development of the team selected was not possible. Represented by a team which had practiced but once or twice, we were defeated by ’95. Our next feat in athletics was in the cross-country runs. In this, although but seven of our men took part, they made an excellent showing, and at the close, we ranked above ’95 and ’96 and close to ’94. In the individual contest for points, Lundgren received third prize, a bronze medal. Meanwhile the Institute foot-ball team was made up, and in its ranks were found five of our men, a remarkable showing in a ’Varsity eleven for a Freshman Class. 60 One of our athletes, quarter-back on the ’Varsity eleven, was taken ill at Thanksgiving time, and, after having partially recovered, suffered a relapse, and died on January 8, 1894. Although Mr. Lathrop had been with us but a short time, among those with whom he was daily associated he was known as one with an upright, honest, and manly character, and one ever to be cherished in the memories of his fellow students. We were active socially. We were cordially received by the societies of the Institute. Steps were immediately taken to make us at home among the other classes, and among the instructors. To this end, receptions were tendered our class, the most enjoyable of which was undoubtedly the social at the home of President Homer Fuller. It was early in this half that the class organized, and began a series of class meetings, typical in their quietness of ’97 itself. The last week of January came all too quick. The term’s probation, for practically such it was, came to an end with a week’s examination,—our first. We braved the storm, and but few left us. French was now replaced by German, and Trig, and Inventional kept us busy in Mathematics. The Mechanics still sawed wood, the Chemists continued to juggle their reagents, while the Civils enjoyed field practice, and street surveying. Our social committee, after some wrangling, decided upon a banquet. Ac¬ cordingly, on March 19, ’94, at Commonwealth Hotel, we banqueted. It had been a fact, even a custom, for the upper classes to interrupt, or prevent, if possible, in varying ways, the good time of the banqueters. However, for some unknown reason, we were in no way disturbed. During the small hours of the next day, we ended that good time by striving to arouse members of the Faculty from their slumbers, but our attempts were unsuccessful, and we had to depart without hearing a speech. As the spring advanced, the dormant athletic spirit revived, and work began in preparation for the Spring Field Day. The few men who took up the cause of the class worked hard, but the result was that they were outnumbered and, as a class, defeated. At this time our orchestra made its first and last appearance. Steady work followed, until the first of June, when examinations again came. Py this set of exams, our number was reduced one-fourth. Then came the summer vacation, utilized by some to make up lost practice, or to finish some piece of wood-work in the Shop, and by others for needed mental rest. Near the close of our first year, appeared the resignation of Dr. Fuller, President of the Institute. In him we lost a learned scholar and an earnest. 61 broad-minded man. It was partly through his persistent work that the Institute later received from the State a gift of 100,000. In the Fall of ’1)4, our class again assembled, prepared to do hard work under the name of the Sophomore Class. The separate courses gradually diverged. All had Physics, Analyt., German and Mechanical Drawing. The Mechanics and Civils had Descriptive Geometry, while the Chemists and Scientists studied Sci. Dutch with Dr. Jennings. Knocked about carelessly with our syllabi of selections, we find our two volumes of Deschanel. Some longed to get rid of theirs, but the antiquated books attracted no buyers, so we keep them as mementoes. Along with them go our note books, whose contents of the mathematical calculations of Physics we once knew, but to many now “they are all Greek.” Analyt. was a delight after Trig., xMgebra and Invent. Instead of lining up around the little room, we sat in our arm-chairs, doing problems, and raced back and forth the aisles to present our work to the Professor. Laughing at some of our mistakes, he kept us walking back and forth till all problems had been passed in, correct. Our cobbler’s bill grew in consequence. Having been grounded in German by Professor Cutler and Mr. Viles, our drinking songs made way for difficult historical German Literature. Our course in Free Hand Drawing had ended with our sketch books well filled. The fellows had become so skillful, that, in their rooms, they could make up most beautiful landscapes, and by slight transformations could make one sug¬ gestion the main thought in a number of sketches. But this, which some con¬ sidered hard and dissatisfactory work, was supplemented by Mechanical Drawing. We thought it would be easy. We soon found, however, that we could not draw straight even with our twenty odd dollars’ worth of instruments. When we came to ink in our work, we met still further disorder in the way of many unsightly blots. ' The Chemists and Scientific men had extra German, and laid the foundation for future scientific journal reading. x4fter having learned how to “dissect” those very long words, the work was easier. ' The Mechanics began work in the Machine Shops, and from their looks they certainly made dirty work of it, or it of them. To be sure they did not kill them¬ selves with continuous work. They found time, when Mitchell was not looking, to ski]) to Boynton Hall or to the labs., and sometimes they ventured upon Bliss’s field to have a few moments out-door exercise. 62 I ' he Civils advanced in their line, and in foul weather might be seen in White’s studio, bending over their boards, plotting or calculating a plot. On fair •days, they might be seen wandering over the fields or along the roads, or squint¬ ing through their transits at other things than surveyor’s staffs. During the Summer of ’94, Dr. T. C. Mendenhall, past Governmental Director of the U. S. Coast Survey, was appointed Dr. Fuller’s successor. He came with large experience, having been at the head of a similar Polytechnic Institute, and being a noted physicist. From the first we were impressed by the earnestness of our new President. Mass meetings became more common, and chapel became again the scene of action. A lecture course, held every two weeks, became the means of our being able to see and hear, at their best, many noted scientific men. The subjects were varied and the course, to those who willfully attended, was the result of broadening one’s mind, and of spurring one on to higher things. During the Fall of ’94, the atheletic mind was turned toward foot-ball. Our class was well represented in the College eleven and a class eleven was organized. Owing to interference of class team practice with that of the Institute eleven, the class foot-ball games were never played. We were sure of winning the cross¬ country races, and we were much disappointed when it was decided to hold none. Again, the semi-annual exams, came. Many of our class took advantage of the 80% rule, and avoided useless plugging. By the exams, we lost but one man. At the beginning of our fourth term, there were forty-four to maintain the high standard of scholarship of the Class of ’97. German, Drawing and Physics were then the only studies common to all. All but the Chemists continued Mathematics, taking Calculus. The Chemists spent a few hours weekly with Pro¬ fessor Cutler in studying English Lit. Each in his department went deeper and deeper. As warm weather approached, with what envious eyes did the poor fellows in the Shop, heaving coal into the boiler furnace, or hammering in the blacksmith shop, look upon the Civils, and what longing desire did the Chemists and Scientists, housed on the fourth floor, have for the pure air without, while within they were fairly roasted with the heat of the steam and air baths, and were nearly stifled by odors not ■over-sweet. Everyone was pleased with the interest which the Faculty took in athletics. Our first indoor meet, held March 14, ’95, was a success. Not only did our class¬ mates capture some of the events, but also our class team defeated that of ’98, and did creditable work against ’95. At the Class Games, we defeated the Fresh¬ men and lacked but one point of tieing the Seniors. We entered into base-ball and had a class nine. The ’97-’98 base-ball game ended in quite a fracas. All but two or three men in the class participated, and had cause to remember it some time. In the Spring of ’94, a possible presentation of a burlesque by the students was thwarted. This year, however, we were allowed the privilege of presenting Shylock, Jr.” The music was written by Billy Dana, of our class, to whom’ is due great credit. The leading characters, Shylock, Antonio and Gobbo, were success¬ fully taken by ’97 men, as were other parts in the cast, ballet and chorus. Many were the happy hours that those who took part spent in rehearsing, and they never will forget the jolly times behind the curtain and on the stage. The principal, and, in fact, the only social feature of the half was the banquet, now a yearly occurrence. Although the time and place of holding were advertised unauthorized and unexpectedly in the daily news, and although ’96 spoke warning words, we were not disturbed. After eating and drinking, we enjoyed for a few hours the literary and musical talent of the class. Another summer passed away and we were glad to return. The $100,000 presented by the Commonwealth had been well spent. On the green between Boynton Hall and the Washburn Shop engine-house was a fine Power-house, while just to the west of it, on the site of M. P.’s barn and shed, was the Engineering Lab. Here it was that George I. and his partner. Bird, held forth. We used this building only when at Mechanics and Mechanical Drawing. In Boynton Hall, important changes had taken place. The Library had been greatly enlarged, it having been made to include Mr. Viles’s room and the Civil stock-room. The books were catalogued, and a librarian was in attendance. Under her supervision the Library became a place of quiet and was no longer an assembly room. English and Political Economy for all, and Mineralogy for some, still kept us in Boynton Hall. The books for discussion in English had been assigned the June before, but, of course, we had to put off reading some of them until the very last moment, and some can even brag of having passed successfully without having read the entire list. Pol, Econ. was immensely interesting, especially the lectures by Professor Haynes. The quizzes were interesting, too, for there were some who had no end of talk, and did not know when they were downed. We remember in both these studies, when the recitations of the different divisions came on consecutive hours, how one division waited without the door in the corridor until the other division came out. A warning of an unexpected written quiz was given, and a very hasty glance in review taken before entering the recitation, or, more often, a decision to cut was determined upon. Mineralogy was enjoyable, especially when there was a display of fine specimens. Even more interesting was the Determinative Mineralogy in the Lab. This was an easy thing for the Chemists, and how they did have the laugh on those Mechanics who from the way they juggled the reagents would convince any one that they had forgotten the practice they had in Freshman Chemistry. In the June before, we bade farewell to the old Mechanical Drawing room, our last feat in which was to make a painting of its southeast corner. We pursued our work afterwards in the fourth story of the Engineering Lab. We occasionally wandered into Professor Gladwin’s new quarters, and recalled our Freshman days and saw again the models that used to roll, as if by magic, on the floor of the Washburn Shop Extension. Physics Laboratory was intensely absorbing under Professor Kendrick and Joe Beals. The latter was an ardent expounder of the whys and wherefores, and “ interpolation” was his pass-word. We were all sorry when we heard, in Decem¬ ber, ’95, that Professor Kendrick was to leave us. He had been a most enjoy¬ able experimental director. Again the Christmas vacation came and passed, and another siege of exams, for those not over 80%. Without delay, work in the second half of the Junior Year began. In Physics, we found in place of Professor Kendrick a young man. Dr. More, chuck full of mathematics. One lecture a week from him sufficed. How different were those lectures upon Electrical Technology given by Professor Kim¬ ball ! Civil Government, with the two small pamphlets by Bryce for side reading, kept us busy. We had some animated discussions in recitation hours, which enlivened things and made the time seem shorter. At the end, we were able to discuss fully many important questions, from tuberculosis laws to woman’s suffrage. Metallurgy was a lecture course, and what plugging there was for that final written exam. In Steam the Mechanics met a new Professor, Mr. Reeve, while in Mechanics they still “ took moments ” under George 1. The Chemists had pursued their own course, and aside from Quantitative work they had written a brief history of Chemistry and wrestled with Chemical Philosophy. ' rhe Institute had long felt the need of an organization such as a Glee Club. It was for members of our class to organize the h P. I. Musical Association. Its thorough organization is shown by the fact that it still exists. Our greatest treat in the social line was in January, d)(), when we went to Boston. Carefully guarding our toastmaster, we made our way to the Hub. In a body we attended the grand opera, “ II Trovatore”, at Castle Square Theatre, and afterwards had our banquet and business meeting at the hotel. It will always be remembered as one of the most enjoyable of the few social gatherings we have had together. As a general thing our class has been very quiet. When we got wind of ’US’s Class Supper, joy came to us. A class meeting was held and a vigilance committee appointed to seek further information. The toastmaster was our man. Some remember how he was hustled off with the three ’97 men, and lost in the darkness. Meanwhile a grand hurrah was raised, and justice was after the abductors. The toastmaster was treated in a most gentlemanly manner, and was delivered by escort, to his classmates, in time to fulfill his official duties. The class, aside from its toastmaster, was having its troubles. Failing in the attempt to waylay the menu cards and cancel the engagement for the special car, ’97’s men were at the depot to see the ’98 men off. Things were lively for a time, and broken hats and broken heads resulted on either side. But, alas ! the Class of ’97 was to pay for the fun. Another class meeting was held, not, however, with such joy as before. The three men taking the most active part in the abd uction were to be expelled. We were not slow in drawing up resolutions exonorating the men from their offense, relying upon the fact that they acted for the class in committee, and that the entire class must be held responsible, and not simply the three men. The paper worked, and the class remained intact. September, ’96, came ere we knew it, and the last quarter of our course began. On our return, we noticed a few changes. The Boynton Hall joint had been dissolved, and the Institute book-store opened in the old Civil stock-room, now a part of the Library. In the Power-house were three new engines, which were to furnish power for the Machine Shops, and the Engineering Lab. Quiet had come to the old engine-room in the Washburn Shop, where stood the old engine, whose eccentric rod was wont to stray sometimes. During the summer time, the new Professor in Electrical Engineering had the Electrical Lab. put in fine order, and an immense switch board was erected so that the power, furnished by the new dynamo in the Power-house, could be applied to any machine in the Lab. The room opposite the Electrical Eab. and formerly the Mechanical Lab. had been fitted for Industrial Chemistry. We were dignified Seniors, and set a fine example for the followers. We had no time for anything but work. For the last time, we prepared our prescribed list of readings, and worked away on our essays. This was our common lot. We had almost torn ourselves from Boynton Hall. At this time the Electrical Engineers branched off from the Mechanics, and spent much of their time in the new Electrical Lab. The course laid out for them was too much, when compared with the work of the Mechanics, so their practice- lime was later somewhat reduced. The Mechanics spent their time in the Engineering Lab., Power-House, and Shop. The Civils were to be found in Boynton Hall or in the Engineering Lab., except for a few hours, which Dr. K. thought they ought to spend in Sanitary Chemistry. The Chemists took up new work in the Organic, Industrial and Sanitary Labs. The Higgins-Alden combination had been formed and their Elevator Con¬ struction Company organized. Mr. Chandler, a Tech graduate, was found in the Shop and Geo. I.’s place was filled by a ‘‘Wrangler” from Cambridge, England, Professor Guest, whose peculiar enunciation became a source of amusement to the members of his classes. Professor Gladwin was missed, and in his place was found Professor Ames, whom we have had in Machine Design. The introduction of Industrial Chemistry brought Professor Dunlap. Four members of the class indulged with too much enthusiasm in the celebra¬ tion of McKinley’s election, and received the benefit of five weeks’ extra vacation.. They returned to the class after the Christmas recess, and, with one exception, all managed to pull through the dreaded mid-year exams. The last term of our course came and we are now in its midst. The class has been completely separated, assembling only at class meetings and on Wednes¬ days at the general lectures, which have been resumed in Boynton Hall. All are busy upon their theses, striving with added zeal to complete honorably the course thus far pursued with so much credit. : -i ' ' ■ ' - ' ' iA ' ‘‘■ ' ? 2 : ' . ' ' -A ., - ■ m ti ' ■ ' ■ ' - t: ' .. ' 1 .,r- -- ■■ ' ' ’■ V--’- ' :- ' • V OT ' ’• JS .-J ■;.. ' -U.‘ . ■ ■ ..V ;,o; • ..= . ' T i • ■■ • ■ 1 , . ■ k w -■ , — v.i . ■ • wmM. ■ : - A: ' •. - � a M%; . :• .1 ' ■ ■ ' .. •■ ' T ‘ ■. ' . -■ .. . •-■■? ' v- ' jf: - • - ■ V, -rw • ■V“. .V ' ’5,, . • .” ' «,«r O’ _ ■•A- ' ,■.■ ' • . , NjE • I . . ■- ' - •■ ■ - W,r ' ;� ' v ■ ... . .. ' ' .■;. - ' - ' ' . ' ■ ' •• ' ' r ' • ■’ { -y , _ o rf-T. ' ■ ■ 11« ■ ' ’- r- ,-1 ’h jr .1 � ' � V . !.l ' ’ ’ r. i A • It •., . -• f y ' ■ •V - . •. if- ■ • . � ■ I ‘ 1 ■4f j ■ ‘■51 • ■ � l I L i� . •= 1 - . .■ ' ■■■-• ! ' , , ■a- • • , ■ r • - i‘ ■ ■ • r ■ • - 1 . - • ' ■� •� Sp •. • a: ’:� ' :% ■. .. aih -V v (59 personal Sketches. Bertram H. Arnold, ..... Mechanic. A sporty acquisition from the Norwich Academy. Achieved fame as a foot-ball player during the fall of ’93. Was never known to study, yet when called upon to do the hardest “Invent” problem, would show his abilities, much to the surprise of J. B. Ate cigarette sandwiches at the class supper, and was commonly known as the “ Smoke¬ stack.” Was obliged to leave us during the Freshman Year, on account of his father’s death. Roy a. Barnard, . . . . . F A, Electric. Roy is from Worcester. Is one of the youngest in the class, and is quite tall. He played a clever game at “first” on his class team, and is our greatest base-ball lawyer. He is not a nephew of “ Uncle John.” This probably accounts for his vigor ous, healthy, well-to-do pull in the Shop. Admits that he is acquainted with a few Worcester maidens, though none of them bears the name of Esther. Roy expresses his contempt by, “ Go chase yourself,—you don’t know what you’re talking about.” His enemies accuse him of grinding. Has a vague expectation of becoming an elec¬ trical engineer. He has always sided with the under dog, and offered his services to the Greendale Fire Brigade in their hours of distress. Edward Cr. Beckwith, Electric. A son of the Berkshire Hills, reared under the protect¬ ing shade of Monument Mountain,—the town of his nativity being Great Barrington. Was an accomplice of Jenks, in the Boynton Hall “Book-Monopoly” last year, and boarded with the West Street gang, but now he rooms with the Uix Street crowd at number seven. He was soprano virtuoso of the “ Night Howl Double Quartette,” and is now a leading tenor in the Glee Club. By diligent applications of porous plasters he has succeeded in coaxing fortli a moustache, which adds greatly to his fairness and beauty. A prominent Y. M. C. A. man. “My Stars,” is his favorite introduction to an expression of extreme vehemence. Exercises regularly on his little velocipede, but will never develop a bicycle hump. Uses Woodbury’s soap diligently in a vain attempt to make his countenance shine like Tolman’s. 70 Winfred W. Braman, Chemist. Otherwise known to the Chemists as Mr. B. Has the distinction of being the shortest man in the class. Evidently he is a descendant of the ancient Greeks, for in spite of his diminutive stature, he is the speediest long-distance runner in Tech. In the cross-countries, for the last two seasons, he reaped nearly all the firsts,and was by all odds ’07’s champion. Was on the W F board of editors, and is also secretary of the editorial staff of this book. Is ever ready to help a class-mate in trouble or fun. Was never known to get angry except when Killam “jollied” too much, and then the sparks flew. Is much interested in Nature, frequently spending an afternoon in the Natural History rooms on State Street. Will be remembered for his nerve and heroism,—actually daring to analyze the air in Professor Cutler’s room for C O 2 , and lives to tell the tale. E. N. Benchley, ..... General Scientific. Among the men whom we remember from our Freshman year, as exceptionally bright, smart, and witty, is Benchley. He stayed with us but a short time, and became very popular among his class-mates. Whenever we hear his name mentioned, we at once think of how he amused us at our Freshman banquet, with a witty toast entitled, “A Few Words of Good Advice.” One thing, however, not in his favor is the fact that he was a General Scientific, and would associate with Libbey, Day, and the rest of the gang. When he left us it was to attend West Point, where he has since won high honors in his class. Joseph E. Brown, Electric. Known to everyone as “Joe.” Is a product of Worces¬ ter High, and lives in the city. He is an all-round sport, playing any and every game. Has held about every office in class athletics, and was manager of the ’Varsity foot-ball team during our Senior Year. Shows tremendous grit in running, his favorite distance being the half mile. To see the expression on “Joe’s” face, when running, was alone worth the entrance fee to the sports. According to the principle advanced by one of the members of the Faculty, “ Joe ” will make a first-rate engineer, his stock of bluff being unlimited. Is one of the few members of the class, who can make a better showing on an exam, than during recitation. Rivals Morse in cutting. Made a mistake by joining the Electrics, but aside from that, he is a good fellow, and quite popular. 71 William B. Bicknkll, ..... Mechanic. His home was in the Hawaiian Islands, under the sceptre of the good Queen Lil, whose deposition, however, did not appear seriously to affect his spirits. “ Bick ” stayed with us until we finished making patterns, and then went into ’98. In the game between ’97 and ’98, he shared with Lammy the laurels of pitching. When last heard from, he was in the gay metropolis of New York. Fred C. Brown, ....... Civil. Came to Tech from Amesbury, and entered as a Civil. Left during our first Fresh¬ man term, on account of trouble with his eyes. Was of a retiring disposition, and we did not have an opportunity to get well acquainted with him. Chari.es a. Burgess, ..... Mechanic. A gentle-spoken individual, and tenor on the Glee Club. The first to draw blood (on himself) in the wood-room. Ill health and a failure to connect in Chemistry forced him to take up with ’98,—poor fellow. Was accomplice to Gough and Williams in the “ Beat Chip” affair, while making up practi ce, in June, ’94. Is still at Tech. Wii.LiAM E. Carroll, ..... Mechanic. “ Billy” was one of our choice bequests from ’96, During his stay with us he was liked by all—(but the gods). Was one of the “coons” in “Shylock, Jr.” He was a member of the Tech Banjo Club in its palmy days. The Faculty thought he was too fast for a four years ' course, and gave him his degree,—about zero centigrade,—in the early part of our history. When last heard of, he was draughting in the city. An¬ other member of the class who has taken a step that renders it impossible for him to claim the degree of Bachelor of Science. Charles C. Chalfant, $ r A, Mechanic. Charley generally hangs his hat in the lurid town of Etna, Penn. Is it any wonder, then, that he suffered six weeks for the cause of the “ Firemen’s Relief Association?” Charles (with a rolling r), entered ’96 with his cousin. Thought one Chalfant was all that was necessary to run that class, so he condescended to follow the misfortunes (. ) of ’97. His tallness easily enables him to stop shoes, boots, and other cunning little missiles, with his cranium. Has been known to cast admiring glances at the down-trodden sex. “Why, man, that’s nothing to what we have out in Pennsylvania,” Charley is often heard to say, when some one tells “what we have up in Maine.” “ C. C. C.” is a general favorite, even with the Faculty, and here the feeling IS reciprocated. He never entered athletics very deeply, usually preferring to sit in the grand-stand and yell encouragement to the contestants. 72 Peter A. CociHUN, J lectric, Hailed from Ashland, and went back and forth by train, until Worcester became more congenial to him. Showed his mettle and his aversion to Junior interference in the ’97- ’98 scrap. He is a practical electrician and a right good fellow, always ready to argue the point to a finish. He often expresses his feelings by, “Oh, come off! What do you know about it?” One of Peter’s favorite hymns is entitled, “Seen anything of Jim?” Coghlin’s greatest delight is skating, and when there is any ice to cut you may be sure he is making the best of it. Pete is, in one respect, quite differ¬ ent from the ordinary Tech, hardly ever being seen on the beat. Is moderately studious, stands well in his class, and will, without doubt, make a success at electricity. Thomas H. Coe, . , . . . 2 A E, Electric. “ T. Coe ” is one of the men who showed his good sense when he left ’96 and joined ’97, but showed his lack of a higher sense when, in the second half of the Senior Year, he left us. Tom was called sporty by some, but was, nevertheless, very popular among his fellows. He was manager of the base-ball team in the season of ' 95. Tom is the second ’97 man to leave Tech, and join the ranks of the Benedicts. Robert N. Cundall, . . . . . Electric. Among the notables of the Class of ’97, none is more prominent than our acquisition from Putnam, Conn., “ By Gum.” At roll-call he answers to the names, “ Coodle,” “Crandall,” “Curdle,” “Cullen,” or anything else. Has become famous for his rare piping proclivities, inasmuch as he swears off smoking every night and on again in the morning. The class conferred a great honor upon Rob, during the F ' reshman Year, by electing him to the Conference Committee, which distinguished committee is rumored to have assembled at least once. Is an ardent student of English Lit., and informs us that he had a partner to vary the monotony of the ten prescribed readings. From his nature, and the frequency of small envelopes in his mail, the latter we doubt not. Used to be one of our most generous contributors to the Shop scrap-heap. Bob had a moustache once, but molasses candy and a girl caused its downfall. When, as a Freshman, he made patterns, he carried most of his attempts home in his “grip”, thus helping out the family wood-pile in a marked degree. Herbert E. Currier, ..... Mechanic. Left the populous city of Leicester to enter Tech as a protege of’96. Flunked in the exams, and entered ’97, but for some unknown reason, soon left us. Dispensed frankforts in “Shylock, Jr.” Famed for his off-hand speech at our Sophomore Supper. Chari.K s F. Day, 2 A E, Chemist. Charlie is a very popular fellow with all who know liim. He was president of the class for one half, and was one of the committee in charge of the Junior Banquet at Boston, at which banquet he was toastmaster. When he entered Tech he was looking for a “snap,’’ so took the Chemistry Course. We do not believe him a grind, but nevertheless, he stands very high in the class. A clever fellow at turning words, and when all is running smoothly in the Lab, may be heard reeling off some popular song. He sometimes gets out of patience with the Doctor, but is soon apparently calmed by the Doctor’s: “Now, now. Day, see here.’’ Charlie was a star German student, and favors us now and then with a German song. One of a number who were drawn into the story-telling and penny-matching groups, during the lively times of the reign of (}uy Stephen at the stock-room. C. F. has by no means forgotten the former of these pastimes. Herhert L. Daniels, ..... Mechanic. Everybody liked him, and nobody tliought it right that he should leave us at the end of his Sophomore Year to enter Cornell. Was not a grind, but always got there. He could make a good off-hand speech in Physics quiz, after having slept through the lecture the day before. Mathematics was fruit for him, and he often puzzled Johnny by his short cuts in Algebra. Just before the Spring In-door Meet in ’95, he discovered that he could run, and added many points to ‘97’s score at the Out-door Meet. The distance for which he was particularly qualified, was from Mechanics Hall to Dix Street. The time for this distance is not known, but it is unequaled, anyway. The only consolation that we had in losing him, is that we knew he could not be led astray by Storer. Li.oyi) J. Dayi.s, ...... Mechanic. Lloyd came to Tech from Fitchburg. Is generally regarded as one of the solid men of the class. Was elected class president, during the first half of our Sophomore Year. Played center rush on the second eleven during our Junior Year. Sang in the Tech Burlesque as a flower girl, and actually had his waist diminished six inches in order to get into his—“what shall 1 say?” Is also responsible for the financial success of this book. Defeated Keyes in a campaign for the office of class treasurer, during our Senior Year. Is a quiet sort of a fellow, but has taken part in as many class affairs as the next man. Showed his good sense by remaining with the Mechanics. Is very chummy with Whitney, his room-mate. Has a choice assortment of lady photos in his room, from which it is suspected that his acquaintance in that direction is somewhat extended. 74 C. Bates Dana, . . . . . . Mechanic. “Sloppy” made a serious mistake in coming to Tech, as he was undoubtedly cut out for a musician. His patterns at the Shop were the best ever made — with an axe. He was profoundly impressed by Dr. Kinnicutt’s method of conducting written exam¬ inations. C. B. entertained us immensely at our first two banquets by rendering vocal solos, producing, however, not quite so deep an impression in some respects as “ Lammy.” William S. B. ]3ana, . . . . . 4 T A, Civil. Prepared for Tech at Worcester Academy, but hailed from California. Composed the music for that great money-maker, the Burlesque, and has since done other credit¬ able musical work. Had a fascinating habit of twisting that microscopic bunch of hair on his upper lip. When puzzled, Billy would say : “ Now, let ' s see. No, that ain’t right.” Left us at the end of the Sophomore Year, to study Architecture at M. I. T. Arthur H. Durand, Alechanic. “Toughy” is another specimen from Worcester Acad¬ emy. His home, previous to his Worcester career, was in Princeton. He is o ne of Mitchell’s “ Hottentots,’’ and is very generous and liberal to the junk heap. In the Fresh¬ man Year, he gained quite a reputation, by his lecture on “Ethics and Hygiene,” at the class banquet. It was rumored that he used his notes from Doc. Fuller’s lectures. In the wood-room, he was a fine workman. He once made a chest which went together, but only after he had gritted his teeth, worked his face to a high pitch, and used an eighty- pound sledge. He played good foot-ball at “tackle,” but gave up the game to devote himself more entirely to his studies. When Thesis season was on, it was amusing to see the “ little fellow ” play with the parts of the air com¬ pressor. Seated on the floor, with his “ playthings ” scattered about him, he was as contented as any other “ child.” Ernest T. Daniels, ..... Mechanic. Started with us in the Freshman Year, but the number of the house where he dwelt, 18 Dix Street, proved to be his hoodoo. He was particularly fond of solid Geometry and French. It was also vaguely rumored that he had a complete set of Chemistry notes in ink. He failed to connect with the semi-annual express and took the Becker Business College accommodation train. Since leaving Tech, he has been working faithfully to follow Williams’s example, and succeeded March 23, 1897. EDW.4RI) M. Dodgf:, ..... Mechanic. Was sometimes thought to be French, for he could talk nothing else, unless in his sleep. He stayed with us only about a year. Burton E. Eames, Electric. This pale-face tender-foot comes from a place called West Upton. Isa right smart fellow, and his native town ought to be proud of him. We are sorry to say that Tech has had a degrading effect upon his code of morals and, judging from appearances, if he were here long enough, he would be a typical Tech man. He was president of the class for one half, and is quite popular—except that his marks are a source of envy to many of the boys. Thought to be somewhat conceited, and is a good deal of a grind, but when he became a dignified Senior, he also became dissipated enough to dance. He is very fond of girls, and says his favorite style is blonde. It was rumored that he had a sister attending the Normal School—ask Philpot or Cundall. While a Senior, he acquired a fine, fluffy, fuzzy, little, towy (toy) ’tache. IsA.4C F. Ellioit, . . . . , 2 A E, Mechanic. The third member of the Maine trio of Brunswickites. He worked too hard during his Freshman Year, and was obliged to try the reviving influence of’98’s company to restore him to health. Had a cinch in Drawing and Descrip., as he used both hands with equal dexterity, and was proud of the title of “’97’s Ambidextrous Man.” He was somewhat of an epicure, and had weaknesses for juicy beefsteak, string-beans, and eclairs. When last heard from, he held a responsible position with Seemore : Doo¬ little, Brunswick, Me. Richard B. Earle, ...... Chemist. Dicky is our Sandow. He is the smallest man in the class, but what he lacks quantitatively he makes up qual¬ itatively. Quite an interesting little story hangs between Dick and the ether bottle. We have not room to tell it here ; but to cut it short, Sandow felt very happy on this occasion, and, if he had appeared in a room where the gas was lighted, you would have taken him for a human gas plant. Sandow is somewhat of a sport, and attends the theatre quite often, especially when Caroline Miskel is billed. Dick likes nothing better than a scuffle with Ellin- wood, his bosom enemy. He can also tell bigger stories than Ellinwood. When taken by surprise he usually says, “ Well, for goodness sakes, is that so ; where did you hear.?” Generally analyzes every joke that comes his way, and it is always be.st for the perpetrator of said joke to carry dia¬ grams and microscope. Finds it necessary to carry around the certificate of his birth in order to convince people that he is in his ’teens. 76 William 1). Edwards, George H. Ellinwood, Ralph E. Fish, r A, Mechanic. Billy, as he is called, thought he would make South- bridge famous by taking a course at Tech. He speaks “ cannuck ” with a true Parisian accent. He is fond of English and Professor Cutler, spending much time in gain¬ ing “experience” in untrodden fields of literature. Billy is struck on marine engineering and water (?), and will prob¬ ably go and drown himself as soon as he gets through Tech. Could not be persuaded to leave the Hottentots, and take “juice”; probably because they do not run steamboats by “juice”. Delights in sitting upon rat-tail files with child¬ like abandon, and in throwing himself from second-story windows. Hence the name of “ Steve Brodie ”. Is very popular on account of his constant good nature. Chemist. George is associated as closely with Earle, as beer is with a mug, for he and “ Dicky ” are great chums. It is said that he and “ Winnie ” are also affectionate enough to hold hands in lecture hour. Ellinwood amused us at Boston with an account of what the Chemists do on the fourth floor, when “ Kinny” is away. Likes to go bicycling with the girls, but must learn to overcome the attractive force before he can indulge with safety. He is a popular fellow, but is never seen on the beat. Was originally on the Board of Editors of this volume, but resigned on suggestion of Anthony Comstock. Is interested in athletics, and has won considerable honor in the cross-countries. , . . r A, Electric. He’s a “daown-Easter ”, Came with Storer and Elliot from Brunswick, Me., in search of the Tech. Reaching Worcester, they proceeded somewhat in doubt, toward Lake Quinsigamond and, beholding an extensive granite structure of an institutional appearance, thought to obtain admit- ance. But alas, not yet. These spacious halls, these beautiful grounds, and this fine outlook were not, for the present, at least, to be theirs. It was the Insane Asylum, and they rushed in horror from the spot. Later, they found the Tech, and “Dan” is with us still. He was class secretary during the second half of our Freshman Year, vice-president during the second half of the Sopho¬ more Year, and was also one of the committee which arranged our Sophomore Supper at the Lincoln House. Spent his time profitably in the Shop, learning there which way to run a milling machine cutter, and that a right-handed nut won’t go on a left-handed thread. Considers Professor Reeve an acknowledged authority on gas-engines. 77 Harry E. Gough, ...... Electric. Once lived in Fitchburg, but of course, that was not his fault. Is a kindly disposed, gentle youth, and always appears to be happy. A zealous student of the languages, and has probably gained more solid enjoyment from English than from any other study in the curriculum. Descrip, had peculiar charms for him, and he took the exam, to raise his mark. Is an enthusiastic pedestrian, and second only to Storer in frequency of appearance on the beat. He would rather work in the Shop than eat, but fortune decreed that his talents should be buried in that fertile soil, Electricity, from which they are liable to spring forth and bloom at any time. Not a very thorough convert to the slide-rule, but an ardent admirer of the Duke. Charles H. Greenwood, ..... Fdectric. This bright-looking face came to us from Gilbertville, but has since become one of Worcester’s collection. Green¬ wood is one of Cundall’s cronies, the latter ever looking out for the former’s welfare, when indoors. They went camping one summer, and many are the interesting accounts they give of their maneuvers. Chas. is a very popular fellow and stands well in the class. Was among the first to realize the value of the slide-rule, and can “juggle” the same with great agility and speed. Also realized Paine’s practical mind and took a mortgage on it. Belongs to the gang of story tellers who eat dinner in the boiler-room, and it has been rumored that he has held first place; at any rate, he has a large factor of safety and is very “nifty” at it. Charles P. Hemenway, ..... Mechanic. A quiet sort of an individual, who hailed from Barre. Made only a short visit at Tech, as he found that the recitation hours were not long enough to allow him to tell all he knew. Is reported to be engaged. George N. Jepps(3N, ..... Mechanic. A (ireendale freak. Was a skillful builder of patterns, but his skill was not sufficient to force them upon Sir Roger. Blew the bugle for ’97’s famous Symphony Orchestra, and possibly was the cause of its early death; for none of the other players were able to take part in the proceedings while Jeppson was holding forth. Left during the Fresh¬ man Year. 78 I. George Keyes, Mechanic. “ And what is this ? ” said Doc. Fuller when Keyes was led in for examination. This question still remains un¬ answered, for each day Israel develops some new and astonishing trait, which makes his classification an impossi¬ bility. He has the reputation of knowing more than any other man in Tech, and his “Universal Cyclopaedia,” in seventeen volumes has already run through five editions. Loves Cundall and Greenwood with all the power of his trusting nature, and takes a fatherly sort of interest in Lundgren. “Say, Oscar, how they cornin’?” Much of the fine work done by ’97 in the Shop is due to the careful oversight which “ Gramp ” kept of the boys. He is not an athlete, but has a deep interest in the cause, always attend¬ ing the sports, and if one wants a rub-down, George is the man to do it. Herbert E. Kelley, ..... Mechanic. A dear little fellow, built upon the plan of a bean-pole. Knew a plane from a glue- pot when he first went into the Shop, but never increased his knowledge to any appre¬ ciable extent. His appearance when at work (?), clad in his fifty-two inch overalls and his “fore and aft” cap, was extremely picturesque. At present he is amassing a fortune in a shoe store. W. Stanley Killam, Chemist. One of the youngest, and yet the heaviest of the class. A native of Nova Scotia. Formerly of the Class of ’95, and after a year’s practice outside, he joined us at the beginning of the Senior Year. Third in the line of Killams to attend the Institute. Always has an ample supply of bluff to rely upon, when his stock of knowledge at hand gives out. Apparently is indifferent as to whether things go right or wrong. He likes stories, and can tell his share—on such occasions his factor of safety is about 11 . Is much admired by Braman, and is Kinny’s favorite—nit. Is inclined toward the staid side of life, and will probably be a missionary. CHARLE.S B. LaTHROP, Died January 3, 1894. Mechanic. 79 Frank K. Labkey, (General Scientific. Our Class “Medley”. A gay North Worcester lad. Travelling to and fro upon the cars had a bad influence upon him. He has a peculiar liking for fairies. His stock of stories is varied enough to suit anyone. Lib is a good, genial fellow and is capable of a variety of work. He is catalogued as our only member of the General Scientific Course, but his work does not jibe with the plan of that course; yet in the true sense, Libbey is taking a very general Scientific Course. With a little more Chemistry than any¬ thing else, with wood and iron work in the Shop, and Mechanics, and now in the Senior Year, a mixture of Elec¬ trical, Mechanical and Chemical Engineering, we hardly know what to call him. But as his thesis is electrical, his S. B. will probably have that flavor. One of the members of the select seminar under Professor Haynes, in our Second Year. Frederic B. Lombard, ..... Mechanic. A Springfield lad, a little above the average age, and a heavyweight. Would have made a good foot-ball man, but was uncommonly slow. Was the victim of the first weeding out process, receiving the degree, D. D. E. (That does not mean Doctor of Electricity). Francis A. Loud, ...... Mechanic. A round-faced lad from Easthampton. Dropped in upon us about two months after the beginning of our school life, stayed long enough to have his picture taken, then folded up his overalls, and silently departed. O.scAR W. Lundoren, Mechanic. A graduate of the Worcester English High School and, in consequence, did not need to waste much time on French and German, in which he was very proficient. Oscar is a good, steady fellow, which fact counts much toward his suc¬ cess. While president, his honesty was shown in his position regarding the participation of the class in the bon-fire fracas. The main stay and support of athletics in the Class of ’07. A fine hurdler, and good at the cross-countries. Under the instructions of Keyes, did very well in the blacksmith shop. When the opportunity came to choose Electricity, Oscar could not be influenced to venture forth from under Mitchell’s wing. We cannot say whether his love for Shop kept him straight, or whether “Gramp” gave some fatherly advice. Perhaps a “ pull ” has something to do with it. Has the record of the only A in steam for term mark. so ' J ' heodore Lamson, ...... Mechanic. Lammv was a “bird”. Was ceded by’9(3 to ’97, by treaty. Is a good all-round musician, and the possessor of a famous bass voice. Played the part of Antonio in the Burlesque, and made a distinct hit. Pitched for the class team, in the game with ’98, and never failed to respond to “ Put ’em over, Lammy”, despite the jeers of a few thousand hostile spectators. Lammy did not relish foot-ball any more than other kinds of work. He also disliked overcoats, and prided himself on his foot-gear. To the pro¬ found sorrow of the f ' aculty, Lammy left us, in order that he might shed some of his fame upon Yale. Henry S. Lancaster, ..... Mechanic. A timid, retiring young man, with a pink-and-white complexion. A favorite with young ladies, but an E in Algebra broke him of the habit of smiling promiscuously upon the fair sex. Henry survived the perils of our course until our Junior Year. Cal¬ culus almost proved to be his undoing, but through his thorough knowledge of “ Maxima and Minima ”, he managed to pull through. His favorite pastimes were telling stories and smoking cigarettes. He was among the chosen few who went to Lowell to learn the uses and abuses of boiler tests. In the Burlesque, he appeared as a sylph with a six-inch smile and a twenty-inch waist. Owing to a long illness, Henry had to leave our class, and continue his course with ’98. A. WiNTHROP Merchant, ..... Electric. “Gobbo” the only. Is a base imitation of Willmarth in looks. Managed the base-ball team successfully during his Junior Year, played second fiddle in the ’97 orchestra, and is a member of the Glee Club. Has exhibited his shapely limbs on the cross-countries. As one of the editors in-chief, he bears on his shoulders part of the stupendous respons¬ ibility for this book. Archie is easily the Beau Brummel of the class. He is very religious, as is shown by his almost constant attendance at the “ Old South.” He has been president of the class and of the Athletic Association. Archie has been eminently successful as a “ brush ” pro¬ ducer and doubtless has enemies on this account. Is some¬ what of a 7 ' aconteu7 ' and can tell some good ones when he “ breaks loose ”. His favorite expletive is “ by gol ”. Ernest Mosman, ...... Electric. Claimed the flourishing town of Harvard as his home until he came to Tech. Started in as a Prep with ’9(5, but couldn’t stand the society, and entered ’97. Was a musical chap, and could tell the difference between the keys of Cb. and B. Always assisted Carl Zerrahn to make the festival a success. Also donned tights and sang in the Tech show. During the first half of our Senior Year, he left of his own accord, and was draughting when last heard of. SI ' J ' homas M. Molloy, ...... Civil. “ Molly ” is one of Worcester’s rising generation. Is known as the projector of divers wonderful theories on various subjects. Can talk for hours without saying any¬ thing, if necessary, but notwithstanding this, is one of the best informed men in the class. Sliced much fog in Pol. Econ., although he often served as a figurative door mat, on which “Jinny” cleaned his galoches. Likes to flap his wings and crow at the meetings of the Current Topics Club. Has never entirely recovered from the loss of his pard, “ Skipper ” Smith. Realizes fully the importance of the drama as a department of English Literature, and should pull an A in this subject if earnest study counts for any¬ thing. As one of the editors of this magnificent work, he has done much to force it upon an innocent and un¬ suspecting public. Herbert H. Morse, . . . . . ! E A, Civil . Awake, gentle peruser. Sometimes called “Peg-leg”, and also “ Billy Edwards’s Wife ”. One of our brightest geniuses, but with a respectable moment of inertia to over¬ come. Has always cut to the limit, sometimes beyond, and is then surprised when called to the Office. He is full of good stories, and the effect of his jokes has frequently been noted in the agonized, ghastly faces of his auditors. Physics and Dutch have the effect of an anaesthetic on Morse, and he is now qualified to receive the degree of “ Bachelor of Sleep.” His favorite songs are “ Streets of Cairo,” and “Uncle John”. Played an acrobatic second- base on the class team. He always put up a good game at foot-ball, and was captain for one season. Is somewhat of a runner, low hurdles being his specialty. He was editor- in-chief of the W P one term, and while in this office introduced many new ideas. Thinks he knows something about horses ; perhaps he does, who knows? SuBBo Nikoloff, ...... Mechanic. Nick is one of the many refugees whom we have wel¬ comed from ’U(). He is the only man in the class who comes from Bulgaria, but if he is a fair sample, we think that the Bulgarians are a very good-natured people. The subject of our sketch has such winning ways, that he has had signal success as a book agent, being first or a close second in that line. He invented an electric rail-bond during his Junior Year, and we hope he made a fortune from it. He is fond of giving his experience in boiler works, and is quite anxious to learn the best manner in which to watch rivets blow out during a boiler explosion. Will ever be remem¬ bered as the benefactor who thought that ’U7 needed slide- rules : we shall probal)ly never know, however, how he and the Duke divided the profits of the game. Thomas L. Nelson, . . . . F A, Mechanic. Sometimes called Levy, sometimes Tom, and sometimes the “ Class Corpse ”, was absolutely unrivalled in his languor. Was an advanced specialist, for he put all his time into foot-ball and smoking. Played in the ’Varsity foot-ball team. Study had a sedative effect on Levy. Left the Institute after a year, to take up the study of law. Arthur E. Orrell, ..... Mechanic. An unfortunate youth from Ware. Is said to have been virtuous when he came to us, but city life was too much for him. He attended the Institute as often as twice a week, but complained of severe headaches. The only Freshman to raise a full crop, and a crop which has not since been surpassed, not even by Senior Cundall. Ellery B. Paine, Electric. Not the proprietor of “Paine ' s ’Elery Compound.” Stands high in the class, but was never known to “ bluff ”. He is very conscientious, and not having attended Chapel for two years, had his mind relieved by dreaming that Chapel at the Institute had been abolished. In the Fresh¬ man Year, captured one of Glady’s prizes for Drawing. Probably the earliest convert to the slide-rule. Has a fascinating habit of talking with his upper jaw. Has been accused of being a grind, but it is now generally conceded that he spends his time among scientific books and maga¬ zines. At one time he had a habit of playing with com¬ pound pendulums, and it was conjectured that he was run¬ ning an opposition to T. C., in that he was weighing the earth, but it has since been learned that he was ascertaining the effect of the tide upon . Ellery first cried for “Castoria” in North Woodstock, Ct. Edward E. Pease, Electric. Pease is a sedate personage from Oxford, and will not give the place up for the city, as he goes back and forth every day. Isa very modest fellow, and like most modest fellows is generally right in what he says. Is very studious, but still not exactly a grind. Likes to dance, play cards, etc., but does not indulge to the extent of sacrificing his good standing. Is a member of the “ gang” which meets noons in the Lab. to see who can tell the “ best one ”. He has served the class in the capacity of secretary. Has always had a gigantic strain on the Professors, and pulled “ A in the languages ”. Is the oldest man in the class, and has a good supply of common sense. (Ikorge L. Philpot, ...... Mechanic. Commonly known as “ Phil ” or “ Philly An expert in polo and base-ball, as well as in bluffing. Altogether a very popular fellow and most willing to give information on any subject in the sporting line. He entered with ’96 ; did not like the gang, so took a trial with ’97, but as slow as we are, he found us too fast, and at present he has an indefinite leave of absence. If you do not know him, you can tell him by his eyebrows and his “foxy” smile. Charles ¥. Powers, ...... Civil. Charley might be called a peach, though he hailed from Orange, Disputed every¬ thing in the text-books; didn’t believe the authors knew, “because—Was rather sporty, and found plenty of company at the Institute. Was second officer on “ Skipper” Smith’s survey schooner, “ Columbia ”. Charles cordially despised study—it was so un¬ necessary. Left us at the end of his Sophomore Year, and is now saving thousands of lives as an employee of the State Board of Health. Arthur N. Pond, ...... Civil. “ Arcturus ” came from Auburn, but was too swift for the Institute. Was a tireless talker, and bursting with energy. Somebody once said that he saw Pond running. Comprised the crew of the “ Columbia ”, and was a favorite butt for Tarby’s jokes. Was the only man in the class who refused to pay class dues, and fortunately left the Institute after one year. Roger W. Polk, ...... Electric. Hails from Providence, but Providence decreed that he should not graduate with ’90 (or with ’97, either, for that matter). He was one of the final heir-looms from our illus¬ trious predecessors, coming to us at the opening of our Senior Year, and remaining long enough to get a personal opinion of the Duke. Always armed with an extensive vocabulary of choice “cuss” epithets, and never bashful about using them, hence his untimely exit. Naturally a smart fellow, but a dead game sport, and not over anxious for hard work. Edwin I. Storer, . . . . . P A, Electric. One of the Brunswick, Maine, trio. Not an especial favorite of the Faculty. Went to Southbridge with ’98’s toastmaster, on that memorable cold night in the spring of ' 96, and came very near getting fired in consequence. Was suspended for being patriotic last fall, and, on his return, failed to pass the requirements for longer residence as a student. He was very ingenious in discovering methods of doing things with the least possible expenditure of time and labor, preeminently the latter. Storer was a general favorite; and we were all very sorry to lose him, especially under the existing circum¬ stances. W’ iLLiAM H. Stone, ..... Mechanic. One of the kindly disposed ’96 men who endeavored to increase our membership. He remained with us long enough to do some startling work under Geo, 1., and also to attend our Half-Way Thro’ Supper. It is said on good authority that his English essay, tied with yellow ribbon, did not “ make some ice ”. His sporting proclivities did not allow him to be worthy of the Institute’s benefits (catalogue, p. 86) so he left us during the Junior Year. At time of writing, he is making use of his cast-iron nerve in a foundry. 84 Frank W. Smii ' K, ...... Civil.. “ Skipper” was a jolly old sea-dog from his feet down. Had a habit of digging his elbow into one’s ribs to emphasize a point. He was originally a ’05 man, but his dislike for “dry’’land led him to make a voyage on the schoolship “Enterprise”. If a man spun a yarn in his hearing he would gasp, “ Pshaw, that ' s nothing. Why, man, there was an old tar on the “ Enterprise ”, who was mess-mate to a man who served with a captain who said his brother Gus had heard of a man in New Zealand who was once wrecked in a gale caused by the Horace Greeley whiskers worn by a shark who had lost his razor. What’s that? Don’t believe it?” Frank had a nautical way of saying “Sirr-r-r”, which he nearly lost at Tech. Commanded the “Columbia” on that wonderfully in¬ accurate survey. Had a slaying manner with the ladies at the dancing school and, in¬ fact, everywhere. Left in the Junior Year, and is now a cadet on the revenue cutter “ Chase ”. Harry C. Simi ' ih, . . . . . P F A, Mechanic. Was with us a while during our Freshman Year, but left, only to appear again in the ranks of ' hS. Quite a literary man. Assistant editor of the IV P and elected editor- in-chief of’OS’s book. Went on quite a lively excursion during our Junior Year at the forcible request of a dozen ’97 men. Enjoyed the journey exceedingly, and was liberated in time to act as toastmaster at ’OS ' s banquet. Since joining ’08, has degenerated considerably, but his early training under the influence of ’07 will doubtless protect him from further disintegration. Charles D. Sullivan, ..... Mechanic. Charlie came to us from ’00, and we took him in. He did his regulation grinding, but for some reason he left us at the end of a year and a half. He likes to skate with the girls on Salisbury pond, but does not exactly like trying the temperature of the water with them, and the results which come afterward. Georuk WAi. ' I ' hroop, r A, Electric. George is from Worcester. Is of medium height, some¬ what stocky, with brown curly hair, and a priest’s upper lip. Is right at home when leading a “ G. W.”, a class yell, a class scrap, a school parade, or any other old thing. In the spring of ’05, he made himself famous as S iy ocl ' , Jr., bearing the Rialto name of Moses Jakey Ike Rovitzky Goldenstein. He is, at present writing, president of his class, also one of the editors-in-chief of this volume, and many of the pleasing things herein had their source in the tenant of his No. 8 hat. At the Freshman banquet he acted as toastmaster, and showed his appreciation of the honor by “settingup” cigars to the class. Is a member of the Glee Club, and can do his role to a rich brown. Civil. Skth H. Tar box, A tall gay Lothario from Worcester. Expressed a preference for Civil Engineering, and never did a piece of work until he knew what it was for, how done, the shortest way to do it, its relation to the Hawaiian question, and the opinion of every man, woman and child in sight. Was a star in French, which he spouted like a Parisian. When in the field always admired beauty. Left us at the end of the Sophomore Year, and is now wearing his life away in an engineer’s ofiice in Worcester. Lawrexx ' E P. Toi.man, ..... Mechanic. “ Why, confound it,” this is Tolman, ovlX poet lariat, the youngest man in the class. When he entered Tech he knew the difference between a compound steam-engine and an eight day clock, and has since increased his engineering knowl¬ edge materially by absorbing (during the Senior Year) the definition of a B. T. U.. and of mean effective pressure. He has achieved considerable literary success, being an editor on the WP I, and lyric editor of this volume. As an orator he has no peer in the class, and the enthusiasm of his class meeting speeches, would rival a Patrick Henry. Would always give ear to anything in the vocal line, and through his untiring efforts the Glee Club was organized. Has waived the baton successfully, but invariably beats four-four time. Designed a perpetual-motion machine which would go. “ Why, Great Scott, man, of course it’ll go ! ” This last fact was proven by his arguments with Geo. L, to whom he was a continual source of wonder. DeWitt Tower, ...... Mechanic. No relation to DeWitt Talmage. He came from Spencer, a small suburb of Worcester. Was an outcast from the warriors of ’96, but remained with us for only a short time, when he departed from the Institute altogether. Edward L. Walker, Civil. “Ted,” alias “ Spaziergang,” a civil sort of fellow from Hopedale. Takes Anti-F ' at regularly, but we fear the dose will have to be increased. Is one of our best students and counts only high marks when he reads his record. He is a coming orator, and possesses extreme rapidity of delivery. Is good natured and good looking, but would never leave his work to chat with Emaline (nit). Has associated with Cundall, and probably that explains all. Would have made a good foot-ball man, but is too gentle. During the weary hours of practice, Teddy has punched hundreds of holes in the green turf with his stakes and tripods. Has been president and secretary of the class. When solving a problem he is likely to say, “ Well, hold on, 1 d-o-o-n ' t .s-e-e t-h-a-a-t.” Helps the city to run the Public Library. Charles L . Waite, ...... Mechanic. Another base-ball fiend. Had rather juggle the sphere than grind, or he would still be with us. He was called a fine pitcher, but, owing to the Faculty ' s love for him, he did not have a chance to stretch himself in the era of ’97. His particular failing was his fondness for the girls. James T. Walsh, ...... Mechanic. “ Youse fellers ” may not know it, but this is Jim, our base-ball captain, from Whitinsville. He tried the cross¬ country runs, when he first came here, but finally decided that it was his delight to push ’96 in the mile walk, which he could do quite effectively. Once attempted to persuade Mitchell that he was making up time m the Shop, while actu¬ ally witnessing a Holy Cross ball game. Would have joined the “ Firemen ”, but lost the tip on the place of rendez-vous. Is a first-rate fellow, and has been vice-president of the class. A good blacksmith and a good machinist, when he and “ the boss ” do not conflict on the loafing question. He used to room with Willmarth, but now hangs out at Coghlin’s. Was at one time interested in foot-ball, and is said to have umpired a game down home in Whit’nsville. Thinks Satan fell because he was thrown over the battle¬ ments. Harry E. Wheeler, ..... Mechanic. Lived on a farm in Leominster, until he decided to illumine Tech with his profound wisdom. Rivals Keyes as a “ walking encyclopedia”, this possibly being one of the reasons why Dr. Moore could never tell him from “Gramp.” ' Not very enthusiastic over athletics, but has an honorable record in the cross-countrie. Believed it his right to build bon-fires on Bliss’s field, and was given an extra month’s vacation in consequence. Sang in the Tech show, and helped the Glee Club sing the praises of McKinley. Is not a sport, but likes a good time, nevertheless, being the first to suggest our having annual banquets. Was assistant editor of the IV P . Also helped to edit this book. His overabundance of self-respect is his most prom¬ inent characteristic. Is a “ hustler ”, and has won many prizes and numerous “ plunks ”jn the book agent business. Isaac F. Villiams, ...... Mechanic. “ Ikey ” was a mechanical genius from East Douglas, and during the Freshman Year, was assistant to Sir Roger. Disliked to climb ahead of the other fellows, especially in Physics and Chemistry. Was in his element if he could be engaged in a harangue, whether concerning Descript, or his Shop abilities. Lost his hold in Shop during second year, when he admitted that he didn’t know what back gears were for, and allowed Mr. Mitchell to show him. He did not leave Tech because he had to, but to save carfare to Springfield. Has since renounced all allegiance to the bachelors of ’97, and now has troubles of his own. After leaving Tech he took a position as fourth assistant superintendent of the Higgins, .Walls, Cole and Williams Elevator Company. 87 Chester M. Whitney, ..... Mechanic. Hails from the large town of Westminster. Is a camera-fiend of the first water, and to him is due the credit for the photographs and illustrations in this book. Is an A 1, all-round Mechanic, and one of Mr. Mitchell’s favorite Hottentots. Can do a good job on any kind of work, from constructing the big pulley lathe in the wood-room to manufacturing his own photographic paraphernalia, but Calc, was his “Jonah”. Is another left-handed Benj- amite, whose arm and hand assume the curve of a hyper¬ bolic spiral when taking notes on a right-handed lecture- chair. Has aspirations in the manual training line, and will undoubtedly prove a success. “ Whit.” has also quite a musical talent, and his flute solos have charmed the residents of Lancaster Street, on many a Summer’s night. Hiram R. Wilson, . . . . . T A, Mechanic. Was said to have been a member of the class, although we never saw him at any of our recitations. Willie was a first-class fellow, but he studied so late at night that he had to sleep almost all day. Had an “awful mania” — believing implicitly that he owned the champion scrapping dog of New England. Elmer H. Willmarth, Electric. Comes from Vermont, the maple-sugar state, which accounts for his sweet disposition and charming ways. He is a regular attendant at Old South. Sang in the Glee Club fora short time, and played in the class orchestra. He won several points for the class in the cross-country runs. During his first year here, it is said that he went with Williams and Walsh to see the “Black Crook” at the Worcester Theatre. Has been connected with the Y. M. C. A. during his whole course, and has been president of that organization. Made himself popular with the Electrics by reporting 78 hours for one week’s work. This was, without doubt, instrumental in cutting down the amount ef Lab. work for them. Originated and compiled the Students’ Hand Book, which has proved a very useful volume. He is now at work on a second masterpiece, “ Dutch at a glance, or How I worked Viles”. Georhe F. Young, ...... Mechanic. A deaf mute from “down East”. Was another refuge from ’!)(), and this accounts for his not remaining long with us. George was a good fellow but, unfortunately, could not get on the right side of the Professors. Was a persistent long-distance runner, and all but won a place in the Intercollegiate two-mile run in the Spring of ’ID. IRew Zcch publications. Zero, and its Relation to the Decimal Point. A oliiminous treatise. Prof. R-v-. Practical Electricity for Juniors. Several volumes. . . . Kn- vlt-n. The Slide Rule; or, How to Make a Dollar. ..... Nick. Tenseyle Strength of Chubes. English, you know. . . . The Duke. A New Algebra. 16 pp. (Smo. . . . . . . J. W. Th-m-s. Keyes’s Cyclopedia. New edition since January, ’1)6. . . .LG. K—y— s. How to Chamfer Left Hand Threads. Suggested by G. W. T. Copyrighted. ....... R. N. C—no—ll. The Proper Time to Wash Up. Plain Anglo Saxon. ... G. A. M. Day Dreams; or. Happy Lecture Hours. . . . . H. H. M-rs-. Oratory. New System of Speedy Delivery. ... E. L. W-lk—r. Charley Ross : How Lost and How Found. . . . H. C. Sm-th, ’1)8. How to use the “Cursor; ” or. Choice Epithets. . . . R. W. P—ek. Perils of an Actor. . . . . . . . W. L. J-nn-N(;s. Confessions of a Lady Killer; or. Why I am so Popular with the I.adies. . . . . . . . . . A. E. H-v-s, ’1)8. Prolonged Morning and Afternoon Calls. d ' he Pland-Saw as a Necktie. Sawdust and Glue in Architecture. ’Steenth edition. Short Cuts in Mathematics; or. Why Willie Tore His Pants. . . J. Sin- Is Marriage a Failure? . . . W-ll-ms, D-n—ls, C-rr-ll and Co. (Dedicated to R. N. Cundall.) H. W. B-uc-r. BEFORE AND ' , 1 . , I ■ ' ■ ' Civ ■ ■ ' ' ' ’ -. ' ■ . ' ’ ' i rssJif !■ ;- . ■• ' ;U:, ' • -. • ' .T. . - ’L ' r •■■ c . -■ . •J 1 .- ■• , J ‘A-, .- . ' - r r - ' ' • A ' O •-•i ' V? i-ijr . V ' .: it ' s. ' . Wri- ■ • ■ ti , . ■ ■V . ' ' . ' ' . ■ t ’ ‘ ' li • t V‘ • t’ i. ■ 4 ‘ . . . - • • i . ’ ; ’ ' w- ’ -rM -:: i ' ... . i“ . a • ' ! • ' ’ .• j f � rli AFTER TAKINC P 1 -T. -ft :{ v • ’ ' Ti‘‘ - .« ' i Sf� ’ ■■ ■• ■ ■ ■ y ' ' ' i , .r� :S y . ti ' • ' • ■ ' , ' f 5 ' ■ ' ■ . ' ■to ■ ' -1 r ' ' ' ♦� ’ i, ■. . 1 . ■ ' ,, v’. .•, -• •� : ,vjSI ' ‘■J i. ; . . • ■ ' « -■ ,.V ' .-J-r ’ . ' � ■ � •i.-T ' .■■’ ' •‘■fi ••if- ' - ’ ' T- ’ -■ _j!i; V- •■.!] Vi ■1 i ' - ' -Vf ' :-.r . . !.“■■ ■ ■ ■9 i tA ' ' t ■ i’) ' •_ ' m ' r, ' ' ■■- . 1., ■ . ' ■« •. ►■ vy. ---vv •« iL • . ■ -V® M k ii’ Sir f f C ■ ' • •:♦ ' . 1’ • ®ur Banquets. I T is a very general notion, and one which has foundation in long experience,. that banquets are very conducive to general sociability. Hence, when, early in ’04, there was brought before the Class of ’07 the question as to whether we should indulge the notion sufficiently to test its truth, all agreed that we should. Did I say all? Alas ! we had not then reached that stage of “unity” which should prevail among us. A few, notably our chief warbler, were passionately fond of sleighing. Sociability among us had, indeed, been sadly lacking, and even yet, although having such long acquaintance with one another, our social life is very spiritless, and almost dead; but that is, doubtless, owing to the peculiar conditions connected with this institution, and not to anything for which we could be held at all responsible. At the first, some members of the class, feeling this sad lack, conceived that perhaps some event which should throw the class together socially would be very desirable and, accordingly a sleigh-ride was suggested, then a banquet, and then a sleigh-ride with a banquet, and so on, ideas good and otherwise, until, the superior advantages of the banquet being perceived, the class wisely decided to follow out that plan. Accordingly, a committee was appointed, consisting of Messrs. Lloyd J. Davis, Henry S. Lancaster and Harry E. Wheeler, tO ' make all arrangements neressary. The date of the affair was kept a profound secret, from fear of the possible exigences of fate, as we were then young and ignorant of the strength which we possessed and which has been so efficiently demonstrated since that time in our conduct of affairs with those who have presumed to raise such “impious war” against us, but with vain attempt. All things being now ready, on the evening of March Ifi, LS‘)4, we assembled at the Commonwealth Hotel, Worcester, to regale ourselves with the most excellent fare which had been provided for us by our three wise men. We entered the spacious dining-room two by two, and behold, the tables were 1)4 Spread with exquisite taste, a pleasure to the aesthetic eye ! I ' he long white tables, the long rows of plates, the bouquets of beautiful flowers here and there, the baskets of luscious fruit, were a very pretty sight, a sight not soon to be forgotten, when we reflected upon the significance of the occasion which brought us to behold it. xA.nd Cundall saw other beauties. And so we sat and looked, and talked and thought, and wished and wondered, and ate a little, because we were hungry, and this latter made us think more. In an almost incredibly short time we felt we had done full justice to the roast “young” turkey and the rest of the dainties, and the toastmaster, Mr. George Wm. Throop, arose and with a few remarks opened the post-prandial programme. Mr. Burton E. Eames, who responded for the “Class of ’1)7,” was followed by ’l)7’s minstrel team, consisting of Messrs. W. S. Dana, Kelley and Merchant, violins, Whitney, flute, and Eames, piano, in a soul-stirring, uplifting melody. I refer here to the almost uncontrollable impulse which seized some of the more nervous tem¬ peraments to arise and fire out the musicians. However, they weren’t so bad as German bands or hurdy-gurdies. Mr. Roy Barnard relieved us by proceeding to toast “The Faculty.” His sentiments were, throughout, most heartily ap¬ plauded by the class. Mr. H. S. Lancaster responded for “The Fair Sex,” he being selected by the toastmaster as “one of the most susceptible.” Mr. C. B. Dana, one of our former members, then favored us with a song, which was thor¬ oughly enjoyed. Mr. O. W. Lundgren spoke upon “ Athletics,” and Mr. H. H. Morse upon “The Sports,” (not meaning the athletic games.) He told of the various qualifications necessary to constitute one a member of that fraternal order. Next, the orchestra gave another selection, which was followed by an original poem by Mr. W. D. Edwards. Mr. Durand disagreed with some of Dr. Fuller’s ideas concerning “ Ethics and Hygiene.” We believe Mr. Durand has read Tol¬ stoi to some extent. He revels in metaphysical vagaries. Another song by Mr. Dana was followed by some very plainly spoken advice ( ?) by Mr. E. M. Benchley. It is sincerely hoped by the more conservative that Mr. Benchley’s advice has not been, and will not be, too literally followed out. A final selection by the orchestra completed the programme. d ' he after-dinner-speaking and orchestral selections were, of course, by far the pleasantest part of our evening’s entertainment, and detained us at the table until about midnight, when we gathered around the piano and sang for an hour, finally leaving the hotel at 1 :d() A. M. The class then proceeded to march to the homes of certain members of the Faculty, to ascertain if their parts of the order of exercises were prepared, but none, except our president, before whose residence we fervently sang our “ Ave, Doctor,” seemed to be aware that they were expected to participate, and he had not fully completed his preparations, so, later, he invited us to his home for an evening, when he most graciously fulfilled his part, and left nothing to be desired in the way of hospitality. Our pleasure at this, our first banquet, was not marred in any way by any interference on the part of the upper classes, and, in fact, at none of our banquets since have we been in the least disturbed by any other class. We cannot fail to remark upon the exceeding generosity of one member of the class, who furnished cigars for us at this supper, and paid the greater part of the bill for them out of his own pocket. It was said that he afterward regretted having done this, but it is hard to believe that after such an expression of noble qualities, he should so give way to those of the baser sort, avarice and greed, as to regret a generous action. It seemed to be a general desire on the part of the class to depart from the old and very pleasing custom of having merely a single “ Half-Way Tho’ ” banquet, since the change in the courses of study at the Institute from three and one-half to four vears seemed to render it somewhat cumbersome and inconvenient to con- tinue in the old way, and follow the precedent established by the former classes, however fitting and desirable that precedent might be, and the prevailing opinion was in favor of holding “Annual Banquets.” We, therefore, found it agreeable to make arrangements for a banquet during our Sophomore year, and, accordingly, on the evening of March 21, 1895, we sat down at the well-laden tables of the Lincoln House, in this city, to enjoy the second in our series. Our president and our toastmaster both arrived safely, not¬ withstanding the fact that the Tekg?-am had, upon that very morning, startled us by printing an item which stated that the class was to hold its supper, and which gave all the information necessary to any other class that might be disposed to make trouble. But we were again undisturbed. Upon this occasion we were, of course, somewhat more sensible of our stand¬ ing in the world, being now desirous of demeaning ourselves in a manner beseem¬ ing our position as worthy Sophomores. Therefore, quickly passing through the menu, which was very satisfactory to all, we prepared ourselves to listen to the harangues of our orators, but me thinketh it not “ Acordaunt to resoLin, To telle you alle the condicioun Of eche of hem, so as it semede me.” For an hour or two we were thus entertained, Mr. Herbert H. Morse presiding ably at the head of the table, and holding some of the unruly spirits in check with due dignity. Mr. A. W. Merchant responded for ‘‘The Class,” Mr. R. E. Fish for “ d’he Powers that Be,” and Air. H. S. Lancaster entertained us with a learned disserta¬ tion upon “The Modern hive.” Music was interspersed by the orchestra of the previous year, Mr. Kelley’s smiling face being missed from among the musicians, he having left the Tech. Air. W. I). Edwards toasted “Class Athletics,” and Air. R. xA. Barnard spoke of “Our Recruits and Deserters,” referring in a pleasing way to those who, for various reasons, had left us since we began our Tech career, and to those who, from one cause or another, had joined their fortunes with ours during the same epoch. Air. Geo. Wm. Throop depicted in a striking manner, in a toast entitled, “’07 on the Glass Railroad,” the dangers which lurk by our way in life. The programme was still further varied by a lively flute solo by Air. C. AI. Whitney and songs by Mr. C. B. Dana, and the depths were stirred up and the sea roared when “ Lammie,” more properly Air. Theo. Lamson, attacked the profundis end of the scale. One of his easy ones was “ Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep.” An extemporaneous speech by Currier will long be remembered from its striking re¬ semblance to those of Depew. Air. Lancaster also, after several unsuccessful attempts to obtain the floor, finally succeeded and narrated an extended fish story which caused considerable amusement. After this programme was finished, a general good time was in order, and with college songs ' running full blast at the piano, in the dining-room, at a card table in another room, most of the men found something with which to keep busy for an hour or so until the party was ready to leave the hotel and start for the Tech, which they did sometime during the small hours, in high spirits as though about to attend a recitation in Dutch. Arriving there, the new Alechanical Laboratory was quite thoroughly inspected, and various dark deeds were successfully accomplished, and ’tis understood that John Hurley did a wee bit of outside work in the morning. At about three o’clock in the morning the crowd dispersed, to leave the hill in peace. In keeping with our decision of the Sophomore Year, we voted to continue the plan of “ .Annual Baiujuets,” and this year decided to go to the Hub to celebrate what should be known as our “ Half-Way d ' hro’,” although we were at this time considerably more than half way through. The arrangements for the celebration were made by a committee consisting of Alessrs. C. Field Day, Herbert H. Alorse and Geo. Wm. d ' hroop, Air. Day ably 97 conducting the course of affairs, and i)roving himself a master of strategic ])reparation. The class assembled at the Union Station on the afternoon of Friday, Jan. 31, 1896, and embarked in the special car which had been chartered by our com¬ mittee, leaving Worcester on the 6 :15 train for Boston. A jolly ride was enjoyed, and, reaching the city, a few left the train at Huntington Avenue to take the shortest cut to Castle Square. The rest went into the Kneeland Street Station, and enjoyed a long walk back. Mr. Day had charge of our tickets to ‘‘ II Trova- tore,” which was played at the Castle Square that night, and a large number of us enjoyed the opera and the savory odors of limberger cheese from the right section of proscenium chairs. Cundall was noticeably affected by Leo7iore, but he man¬ aged to keep his seat even through the prison scene. Those who did not care to see “Trovatore” amused themselves by attending other playhouses, or by visiting the new Public Library, and surveying the surrounding region by moonlight. After the play was over, and while waiting for the hour of consomme, smelts, turkey and ice cream, a half dozen of the men started for the north end and inspected the Union Station, Faneuil Hall and the Old State House by the same romantic light of Luna. Wending their way back to Castle Square, they arrived in ample time for the banquet, and with an excellent appetite. x4t about 12 ;03 A. M., Feb. 1, we filed into the ‘‘blue room” and sat down to enjoy our “ Half-Way Thro’.” The menus, for which Messrs. Braman, Ellinwood, Throop and Whitney were responsible, were this time more elaborate than at either of the other two suppers. On the front cover was a cut showing a representative of the class occupied in moving an enormous pile of books from before him and putting them behind. He was half-way through his task and the diploma awaited him on the other side. ’i)7, ’90 and ’98 were each given a page of the card, and the Faculty another. One page was occupied with a list of the present and past members of the class, and still another was given to the musical features of the evening. The names of the members of the Night Howl Double Quartette were here given without translation and read as follows : Emma Eames, - - - - . - - Soprano. Prima Donna of the Shabby, Shuffle and (Jrow Opera Company. Paulinp: Teckwith, . . . _ Soprano drtuoso. Oh-.so-virtuoso. Henrietta Hap ' umetta Wiieelekewski, Marie Eugenie Spaziergang, Isaac Soi.omo.n, . - . . A pupil of Svengali. ZwEiHiER Schmidt, - - - - Steinof Daviski, Adfonso Marchandos, Hobo Contralto. Cantrotto. Tenor-or-busto. Barreltone. Whiskey Bass. Basso-by-thunder. The selections rendered by these artists were the following productions from the pen of Tolman, our poet-lariat: ‘•Qii ' est qiie c ' est que siinka, ' ' Pol. Econ. Glee, ' Facultaf ' and ChappieE Necessary apologies were made. The menu itself occupied the inside front cover and the program of toasts the inside back cover. The discussion of the menu involved considerable time, but it was finally accomplished, and President E. L. Walker calling order, introduced Mr. Chas. Field Day as toastmaster. Mr. Barnard was called upon to respond to the toast ‘‘ Half- Way Thro’.” He gave a brief sketch of the history of the class, but refused to attempt anything m the line of prophecy. Mr. Throop spoke in a very interesting way in behalf of ‘‘The Faculty,” who doubtless would have enjoyed hearing him themselves. Mr. Merchant, responding for “Our Fair Friends,” said that, like Bryce, he surveyed things from a distance, and in that way probably got the true perspective of things as they are. But “ his very looks belied his words,” and we all knew him. His remarks were very interesting and instructive. Mr. Morse made an eloquent plea for interest in “ Athletics,”—more interest was needed and the Class of ’97 should exert itself not only in the advancement of class athletics but, first and of most importance, for the maintenance of a high standard for the Institute. Mr. Tolman followed on “Our Backsliders and Proselytes.” Mr. Edwards responded for “ Mitchell’s Hottentots,” Mr. Walker for “The Uncivilized Civils,” and Mr. Ellinwood for the “The Modern Alchemist.” The musical selec¬ tions named above were interspersed among the toasts, and were excellent. Mr. Frank W. Smith sang a very interesting set of verses to the tune of “ Push dem Clouds xAway,” the rest joining in the chorus, “Till we reach de graduation day.” The class then held a business meeting, and the party did not finally break up until about 5 :30 A. M. and, when day dawned, looked out with sleepy eyes to behold a dismal, disagreeable, drizzling storm of sleet. The men scattered, mostly in groups of half a dozen, more or less, to seek their own amusement. One party of eight or ten kept together long enough to look through the large plant of the West End Street Railway Co., which was of especial interest to us as Tech men. Various trains, Saturday and Sunday, brought the men back to Worcester, to begin the work of the following week in a more or less sleepy condition. H XTraoic XTale. The Board of hMitors sat and sobbed, And they shook their fists in wrath, And they murmured moans, and in monotones. Cried ‘‘ D-this Aftermath ! ” For eight long months they had sat this way. Until now they fairly wept. When they thought how bright jokes they could write. Which the Faculty wouldn’t accept. They had written many and wondrous jokes, — But when they came to look. They found their best binds, and grandest grinds Had been in some other Class Book. Oh, they were a grouchy, gloomy group. As they felt all hope diminish. And the Manager said, as he bowed his head, “ I think I can see our finish.” Then up spake one, in a husky voice,— “ Here’s a cure for all our ills.” And in manner grand, but with trembling hand. He doled out morphine pills. Then answered one Chief Editor, ‘‘ Though our minds refuse to think, 1 cannot abide to suicide Till we’ve had one more drink.” 100 Straightway they seized their covered steins, And filled them to the top,— ' Fhen they quaffed the Pfaff, with a hollow laugh, And drained off every drop. Oh, why do their eyes thus glitter and gleam? Has each one gone stark mad? For with nervous haste, each proceeds to waste Laid pencil on his pad. The Chief Editors hug themselves with joy, And although too weak to cheer. The light in their eyes shows their glad surprise. And they murmur, “ Glorious beer ! ” The Associates covered two pages or more. And they chuckled all the while; As each passed in his screed for the Chiefs to read. He wore a triumphant smile. As the Chiefs perused the first of these. Their sides with laughter shook; Oh, ’twas good to find that they had one grind To put in that old Class Book ! As the second they read, they only smiled; At the third they hummed some hymn; At number four, they gently swore; At the fifth they grew most grim. As on,—and on,—and on they read, ' Phey wildly tore their hair; And at the last, all stood aghast d ' o see such dread despair. Slowly they turned to a grewsome green. As if struck by some fell disease. ' I ' hey were heard to say, as they fainted away, “ You have all written grinds on Keyes I ” THE BOARD OF EDITORS. 108 Htbletics- 7E are s(3rry to say at the outset, that Athletics at the Tech seems to be looked ’ upon by the majority of the students, as a grind and a bore. To begin with, the students do not respond to the needs of the Association, to the degree which is sought by the managers and those responsible for the turn of affairs. First of all, what we must have are more candidates competing for places on our teams. It is only fair to state here that the lower classes are responding in this respect, to an extent that is highly appreciated by those in charge. In order to have good teams, we must have good individual players, and good players can, as a rule, be had only by sharp competition for places. To get a good team of which we shall be proud, we must get out from four to five times as many men as are necessary to make up the team, and we must then see to it that the choice of players is made on the basis of the ‘‘best man in his best place.” But this is not all that is necessary for a good team. When this much has been done, the men who take active part in athletics have done their duty, but how about those who, for various reasons, do not take active part? Their function is truly as important to success as the first class. They must first take an interest in the team ; go and see the men practice; help them in it, if possible; go to the contests, and let the players know they intend to back them up, and not leave the grandstand empty and still as a chamber of death. They must not be so ready to criticise the management and the players, but rather to help them, and offer suggestions, which are always in order. We should refrain from criticizing the manager in his actions and doings. Often he has to labor under the most disadvantageous circumstances, and many times we complicate these, and make it harder for him. We do not con¬ tribute to our treasury liberally enough, so but that the manager is handicapped and forced to get along without things which are almost necessities. We quite often hear students say things against our managers and teams, and they do not stop to think where the trouble lies, or at least a great part of it. If we do not 104 give our sympathies to our teams, we can not expect them to win. They have no hopes for victory, when they know the sympathy of the Institute is not with them. It seems as though the time is fast coming, when the students will either have to give better support to athletics, or they will have to give them up entirely. Now just a w ord which will partially justify the present condition of affairs. We realize, to begin with, that the average Tech student has work enough to demand his attention nearly all of the time, and it is very hard to make him believe that he has time for anything else. Our work does not seem to be such as to allow much recreation, but at the same time we must take some, and this fact we must remember. Another fact, which, to a considerable extent, excuses our lack of support, is that the average student is not so situated as to be able to contribute freely to the association. While we regret that this is so, we have no hesitancy in saying that if each one would give what he can, and back it up with spirit and enthusiasm for the success of our teams, athletics at the Tech would experience a healthy change, and we could make our admirers proud, as have our predecessors in years passed. For the past few years, inter-class contests seem to have cut no figure in our athletic life. This we regret to say, for we firmly believe that this, in a large measure, is the cause of lack of interest. May the time soon come, when they will be renewed with such vigor and enthusiasm as to induce every man of physical ability, to don the “suit” and make his neighbor work, before he can be his superior; and w ' hen this time comes, we hope our long-looked-for gymnasium will J)e at the disposal of the students. FOOT-BALL TEAM. • ♦ • 1 • , , .■ • ' ■ ' •■ K f • I ■ • S.-nas ‘ ' - v� r3- ' . I:- - ■?,. •. ' ’’ V ' ■ ' V � •;: . 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OOMETIME in bye-gone days, before ’97’s advent upon Tech territory, the (fod- dess of Misfortune, or “ Hard-luck ” as she is fami larly dubbed by the average Techite, must have waved her black wand of disaster over the foot-ball prospects at the Institute. Year after year the “ hoodoo ” thus cast upon the sport ha returned, and thrown its dark mantle of defeat and disappointment over the quickening hopes and alluring prospects of the foot-ball enthusiasts. Men who occupied our places in the last of eighties or the first of the nineties have occasionally told us of famous teams that represented Tech on the gridiron in their time, and the great struggles that took place in those days when victory perched upon the ' Fech banners. With beating hearts and rising hopes have we listened to those thrilling tales. Inspired anew, we have hurled defiance at the mystic hoodoo,” and set out to retrieve our lost fortunes, but again and again, when all seemed brightest, the fated spell has fallen, and our hopes have been dashed to the ground. Thus it happened in the Fall of ’1)6, and ’97’s last foot-ball season at Tech was no exception. The black wand was waved, its influence at once manifested itself, and another failure in athletics was recorded on the Institute’s already long list. Early in the year of ’1)6, it was evident that good foot-ball material would be found enrolled on Tech’s register in September, the entering class bringing in men who had made their mark on the foot-ball fields of their preparatory schools. With such an outlook for a good team. Manager Brown arranged an exceptionally strong schedule of games for the season. During the opening week of college. Captain Morse called out the candidates, and a large number of men responded, and at a glance it seemed that success was at last to be attained, for never had a likelier lot of foot-ball men donned the canvas jackets on a Tech field. A mass meeting of students was called and when they were assembled in chapel, Zelotes, the Invincible, the Orator, the Persuader, stepped to the fronts 108 and his magic words called forth subscriptions to the athletic fund which would have enabled the foot-ball team to defy hard times, and supported it in good shape, if they had all been paid. The season started out fairly well. With only one week’s training the team went to Providence where they were defeated by Brown, 20-0. No one had reason to feel discouraged at the showing the team made, for against such a much heavier team with superior training, it was an up-hill fight. Then Trinity, fresh from her 4-0 game with Yale, was held down to 12-0, and only barely prevented Tech from scoring. The team went to Middletown next, where they played the strong Wesleyan team, and were defeated 12-G. The officials were Wesleyan men, and—but let that pass. Suffice it to say that Thomas, the good-natured, the unprovokable center-rush was actually mad. Holy Cross was the next adversary our team met, and after a stubbornly- contested struggle the score stood 10-0 in Tech’s favor. The team which represented Tech on that day was the strongest put forth during the season, and could it have been thus organized, with very little change, earlier in the season and kept together, would have placed more than one victory to Tech’s credit. But for Tech this game was a victory worse than defeat, on account of injuries to the men. Perkins, ’98, guard, and Perkins, 1900, full-back, received injuries which kept them from playing again during the season. A week later, with a sadly crippled team, new men and a weak line. Tech went to Amherst, where they met over whelming defeat, 40-0. Early in the game. Booth was put out of the game with an injured knee. Captain Morse soon followed with a torn shoulder, and both men were disabled from playing again during the season. Then came the ever memorable McKinley election. Protection—but not to our foot-ball men. Some of them had played with fire, and, well, if they didn’t literally get burned, the team suffered their absence. This with previous casualities made it advisable to give up the season, and hence the remainder of the schedule was cancelled. Booth, ’98, a strong player and hard worker, has been elected Captain of next year’s team, and it is ’97’s earnest hope, that with the combined efforts of Manager Dimick and the mass of students, he may be able to defy the ‘‘hoodoo” of the past, and lead a Tech foot-ball eleven to victory. 109 XLrack Htbletics. I N track athletics, including field events, etc., we seem to be more successful and more highly favored than in the other branches of athletics. We have, in past years, had such men upon the track as to bring honor to the Institute, and make us feel proud indeed. In our own brief stay at Tech we instantly recall “ Big Brig,” who made a record almost unparalleled as an all-round athlete. It has been the delight of the student to attend, for some time back, the annual class championship meet at the Oval, in May. Here the student can yell and cheer to his heart’s content for his classmate, who is upholding the honor of his class, by participating in a contest of some sort. This meet is looked upon by some as a rehearsal for the Intercollegiate Meet, and by others as a time for class rivalry. Still others look to this eventful day for the development of men to place on the list of those who shall represent the Institute in contest, and who stand ready to be called upon when a challenge is received for a relay race or something of the kind. None of these three sets of students have been disappointed in their anticipa¬ tion of this field day, but the latter two have without doubt received the greatest satisfaction. The second because of the intense rivalry of the classes, and the third, because of the excellent men who were found among the students. In these meets the men who have composed our ever-winning relay teams came to the front, where they attracted the attention of our leaders and were given a chance to show what they could do when put to a test. We have reason, indeed, to be proud of our team, which continually defeated Holy Cross, in spite of the fact that the collegians would not surrender until they had been downed repeatedly. The relay team of ’95-’9() met with most entrancing success. In a series of four races, only once did it suffer defeat. At the Indoor Meet in ’9(1, our combination of Vaughn, Warren, Tundgren, and O’Connor defeated the Tufts 110 team, with considerable spare energy. A week later these same men administered defeat to the Holy Cross men, who were fresh from their victory over Yale, the time being three seconds faster than that of the Holy Cross-Yale match. At Philadelphia the single defeat was experienced. M. I. T. beat us in the time of 3m. 3(Ss. This one defeat was rendered insignificant about a month later at the Oval, when we put Harrington, Vaughn, Scott, and O’Connor against the four speedy men from M. I. T., and won in the fast time of 8m. 3Gs. This was the greatest victory we had reaped in many a day, but in spite of the fact, our fourth man to cross the scratch had some upper sleeve when the watch was stopped. What the success of this year’s team will be, we cannot at present say. But we are sure that in Captain Scott, we have speed, leadership, and experience combined, and with three more of his stamp our team would be unrivalled. RELAY TEAM. Base-Ball. UR base-ball team has experienced many changes by the departure of the last class. What is in its future, is at present difficult to see, for most of the men are new to the team, and upon their development will depend a large part of the success of this season’s work. The team has to depend upon the natural ability of its individual members, and has to look to practice only for its develop¬ ment. It has never been deemed wise to employ a coach, hence the captain has a double function, and unless he has some ability in the line of coaching, it is an up-hill job to organize a team which will creditably represent the Institute in competition with other colleges. In past years some of our teams have been a credit to us and some have not. Up to within a year or two our base-ball team has been a pride and was well supported by the students. It was a rare occurrence to have the grand-stand empty when the W. P. I. team met its adversary at the Oval to try conclusions. It was also comparatively rare to see our team succumb to defeat at the hands of another nine, unless it were a team above our class. It was then a pleasure to see a game, and the managers did not have to worry about the gate receipts. For the past year or two the state of affairs has been much different. There has been a sort of negligence and disinterestedness in the team which has been hard to overcome. It has not been lack of material that has handicapped us, but lack of interest and enthusiasm, both on the part of the players and the students. U ' e miss the crowd of students who used to sit on the stones in Bliss field and watch the candidates at their prac tice. We miss the merry crowd that used to fill the dummy to the roof and cause such a drag that a stop-over had to be endured. But most of all, we miss the support of the students, both at practice and at contests. We miss the hearty co-operation of the Tech body, without the aid of which it is impossible for our team to play winning ball, no matter how well it may be trained, or of what material it may be composed. We need your help and we implore you to lend your energies to make the team of the future superior to the team of the past, redeem our record and cleanse our escutcheon. 114 IRoneense IR’ mes. (With apologies to Edward Lear.) There was a young student named Morse, Who played foot-ball with a great deal of force. Through much study and care He lost all his hair, Which caused him the deepest remorse. There was a young fellow named Keyes, Whose hair was not such as to freeze. He could give information On all affairs of the nation. And was always most anxious to please. There is Billy, the young Main Street gadder, Who suddenly climbed up a ladder. When they asked if he dropped. He said, ‘‘Yes, and I stopped. Which made me feel very much sadder.” There was a young fellow named Coghlin, Who was constantly scrappin’ and scufflin’. “ If you should suppose That I’m fond of repose. You are wrong,” said this pugnacious Coghlin. Ilf) Charles Chalfant ’s a genial youth Whose hair is surprisingly smooth. A large shoe caused him pain When it struck on his brain, And his remarks were both strange and uncouth. There is a young Civil named Walker, Who is not very much of a talker. But at running the level He’s a regular devil. And with the transit he ’s also a “calker.” There is Wheeler, whose fine tenor voice Without doubt makes his hearers rejoice. When he sings in high C, In any old key. The girls all exclaim, “ Oh, how choice ! ” We once knew a Henry Lancaster, Who, alas, could not Calculus master. And though hard he did cram For his final exam.. He met with an awful disaster. Ned Storer’s a fast boy, although In his speech he’s remarkably slow. It took ten minutes, I hear. When offered a beer. For him to pronounce the word “No.” In September Bob Cundall appeared With a very luxuriant beard. And it served to erase A large part of a face. By which he was formerly “ queered.” There was a young fellow named Lloyd, Whose mind was an absolute void. But he always pulled through By the aid of the few But well written ‘‘cribs ” he employed. There was a young student named Pease, Who gained courage to speak, by degrees. When words seemed to fail He turned very pale. And seemed very much ill at ease. There was a young fellow named Paine, Who loved to stand out in the rain. When they said, “ You’ll get wet,” He replied, “ Don’t you fret, I can easily get dry again.” Chester M. Whitney could draw Almost everything you ever saw. He drew fences and houses And horses and cowses; There was nothing that he could not draw. E. G. Beckwith was so virtuous That he hated to hear fellows cuss. And if one should try To blulf or to lie. He would raise a tremendous fuss. There was a young fellow named Brown, Who gained an unhealthy renown For his numerous “ cuts,” But he thought it “tough nuts,” When some of the Profs called him down. 117 ' Twas Greenwood’s almost constant delight, To eat “ Battle Axe Plug” day and night. But he sometimes would taste more Than there was space for, And then found it quite hard to recite. There is a young person named Molly, Who was once exceedingly jolly. For the fair Emeline He now vainly doth pine. And seems sunk in deep melancholy. There was a young fellow named Roy, Who, with child-like and innocent joy. With his left hand could throw Balls made out of snow, And thus many windows destroy. There was a young student named Nick, Whose questions made Professor Reeve sick. When Nick asked what he’d do. In case boiler-plates flew. He replied, “I’d move P. D. Q.” There is long-haired and versatile Lawrence, Who scribbles off verse in great torrents. And enchants mighty throngs By his wondrous bass songs, But study is his greatest abhorrence. Archie Merchant went to Mrs. Mattoon To learn how to dance and to spoon. And he looks so cute In his fine new dress suit. He’ll surely be engaged before June. IIS E. Willmarth is a pious young man, Who attends all the churches he can. When they asked, “Who’s the girl?” His moustache he’d twirl, He was such a bashful young man. There was a young student named Eames, Who was fond of young ladies, it seems. So he learned how to dance. His charms to enhance. Until now he doth waltz in his dreams. There was a young fellow named Throop, Who rode about town in a coupe. When they cried, “ Oh, what style ! ” He replied, “I should smile,—” So quick at repartee was Throop. There is fleet-footed O. W. Lundgren, Who for prizes seems always a-hungrin’. Our blood fairly curdles. When we see those high hurdles. But they don’t phase O. W. Lundgren. There is desperate and daring Durand, Who is famed for his wonderful “ sand.” Any time, day or night. He is ready to fight. When there’s a scrap he is always on hand.. There was a plump duffer named Earle, An athletic, but torpid young churl. He could quickly make way With much ether they say. Which oft caused his light head to whirl. 119 When Mr. B. jogs out for the two-mile, We greet him with an audible smile. He is so small and cunning, But at long distance running There are few who can equal his style. ' I ' here was a young fellow named James, Who had a mania for attending ball games, And he thought that the shop Was a wee bit de trop So he skipped, did that sly little James. There is a young chemist named “Stan,” An excessively chubby young man. When they said, “ Please get thin ! ” He would bashfully grin And reply, “ I don’t see how I can ! ” There is smiling and innocent Gough, Who tried hard to become a “ tough,” But he couldn’t stand beer. So he tried whiskey clear. And it caused him to splutter and cough. There was a young fellow named Day, Whose appearance was quite distingue, And he cut quite a dash. With that dear little ’tache. When he attended the Front Street Musee. There was cheerful George E. Ellinwood, Who thought Chemistry a regular “pud,” But he made H. S In such alarming excess. That they smothered him under the hood. 120 n Y Dan Fish came to us from Maine, But, alas, he could not refrain From that famed conflagration. So he enjoyed a vacation In the state where they drink only rain. Frank Libbey took that marvellous course. Which of all knowledge is surely the source. He knows thousands of things About acids and springs. Hysteresis, dams, stresses and force. « 123 Zbc Class fiftan. HE general statistics of the Class are embodied in the following diatribe. Let us come to the point at once, as the teacher did when the small boy success¬ fully set a tack for him. Our average man, as regards height, can with ease and his hat on, pass through an ordinary doorway, and yet is not so laconic that he can touch the floor without bending. In common, everyday, simon-pure Anglo-Saxon, his maximum vertical dimension is o feet, S.85714 inches. This height was measured in sum¬ mer, at time of greatest expansion. His long, chubby face bears a microscopic beard, which is sunburned by the coppery suns of twenty-two summers. He graduates at the ripe old age of 22 years, 1 month, 13 days, 13 hours, 42 minutes and 51.42837 seconds, and will probably grow older. Note the unlucky thirteens above. Our hero’s mass is measured by 144.35714 pounds, regardless of latitude, longitude, or previous condition of servitude. This weight may be accepted as absolutely correct. It is not the result of any sleight of hand work, and that all doubts may be set at rest, we will simply state that somebody had borrowed our slide-rule. His reddish-blackish-brown hair (not the slide-rule’s) is never per¬ mitted to grow longer than 2.83805 inches, and is often partly hidden under a brownish-black soft derby hat. The size of the hat, 7.083514, is constant, because his head rarely undergoes that very simple process of enlargement so fretiuently seen. When this man blinks, he momentarily deprives an unfortunate world of the uplifting, gear-cutting glance of a fast becoming near-sighted light-blue eye. It is written in the stars that large feet betoken intellectuality, but his possession of such a vice is not betrayed by the size of his shoe. He does not carry those famous hob-nailed stone crushers. Not at all; he is a welcome visitor to several chiropodists, because he will persist in covering his No. 8 feet with No. 7.32851714, cute, pointed, black-and-tan shoes. In politics he is, unfortunately, hopelessly republican. And that is not all. On the question of Woman’s Suffrage, his ])rogress is as slow as that of a dull razor. He is fanatically opposed to it. 124 His favorite argument against it is that politics is the wrong place for women. Then he goes on, and says that women don’t want it; she would become slovenly as to dress; he doesn’t like to think of woman as a “repeater” and a “boss.” Moreover, her influence is greater in the home, where she ought to stay and take care of the children. There is very slight prospect of granting the franchise to the frequently toasted sex. However, while we are on this subject, we can say that he has their welfare close to his heart. He believes that girls should be appropriately named, and he has several names that please him. Perhaps he is a trifle old fashioned, because ' he refuses to be pushed into raptures over such pretty names as Pansy, and Violet, and Pearl. His favorite is Dorothy, with Katherine, Sally Ann, Pauline, Emma, Grace, and Camille next in order. Now comes the saddest act of this tragedy. Not unlike the general run of mortals, our type often becomes thirsty, and frequently intensely so. Then to quench his fever he absorbs anything wet. He acknowledges, though, that he has a favorite beverage, coffee. He also drinks more or less beer, port diluted with port. Old Feb, ginger ale (afterwards), cider, milk, and sometimes water. What a field for temperance work ! Furthermore, he uses tobacco in several forms and for several reasons. He smokes, because it supplies that somnolent effect which he acquired a craving for at class meetings. The tobacco is most satisfactory, when consumed in a short briar or corncob with a corpulent body. Besides tobacco, he sometimes smokes the deadly cigarette. He chews tobacco occasion¬ ally, because—well—you see—that is—it’s effect is—etc. Perhaps he is training to be a congressman. This goes to show how forcibly our Freshman ethics did not strike home. Wonder why those principles are covered with dust! During an eventful and stormy life, he has managed to experience the pleasant sensations of divers and sundry sieges of illness. His pulse has climbed up for the measles, small-pox, chicken-pox, typhoid fever, malaria, abnormal desire for work, English, and Descrip. He has suffered from many attacks of a terrible disease, the home of which is not in cholera-infested India, nor in the leprous Orient. Those lands have never provided a victim for the Semi-ans. As for amusement, Worcester has three theatres within its metaphorical gates, and the interior of each is well known to our type, d ' hat portion of the city known as the “ beat” is also much used. It is a curious fact that every class is famous for some one peculiarity, and our class does not prove the rule by being an exception. Perhaps one class is famed for its good looks, for its “pretty fellows,” as the girls say. Another class is renowned for its outrageous “pull;” another, because it has an abundance of self-conceit; and so on through the calendar. But the Class of ’97 stands alone. 125 unique, for it has the choicest collection of Munchaiisens ever gathered together. Here is one from our friend of the first part. “ Well, speaking of Maine, reminds me. A very singular occurrence took place once when I was there. It was in the fall, about the time when we have lots of wind along the coast. The place was one of the queerest little villages ever discovered. So old fashioned ! My goodness ! Sabbath was broken only by the song-birds. Everybody rested, a nd why ! even the cider refused to work. There was a river situated near this hamlet, the Andros—something. I forget the name. I know it was named after a Spanish pirate, or tax collector or other officer. Now it often happened that this river overflowed its banks in the spring, and it was a noticeable fact also, that it never touched this community. The turbulent stream was so awed by the stern aspect of its neighbor that it always overflowed on the other side. And now there is a new kink in the river at that point. Well,, while I was spending a few days there one fall, one of those nor’-easters by sou’- westers came along our way, and so did everything else just then. The blow almost killed,—the blow lasted but a few hours, and then we sallied out to view the damage. This we found to be slight, but there was on e remarkable thing done by the wind. In the barn had been several bushels of corn ready to be shelled. Now I’m blessed, if the wind hadn’t blown right through a window, lifted up each ear of corn on the inside, and pushed it through a knothole, shelling the corn on the inside, and expelling the cob on the outside.” “Roads? Well, perhaps there are worse roads in the world than some that I traveled on in western Pennsylvania, but I shouldn’t care to see them. You see, in that state, there is intense rivalry between the various towns. One town is the residing place of the largest squash in three counties; another boasts of the great¬ est yield of grain per acre; while one village that has nothing else to be proud of, plumes itself because one of its inhabitants raises the largest and most voracious potato-bugs in the whole state. The town I happened to get caught in rejoiced over the phenomenally poor roads leading into it. And the villagers turn this poor condition into profit. You see they bring their milk to the city in peculiar cans, and the roads are so rough, that by the time the farmer has reached his destination he has butter instead of milk.” Our Munchausen plays many musical instruments beside the voice. He plays on the pipe, aeolian harp, jewsharp, grand organ, and hand organ. He also sews fairly, and his chief crop is buttons. OALISBURY Laboratory has been our home. What memories come to our minds as we think of the various rooms we have worked in ! How vividly we recall our first year in the Freshman Lab ! How we had to hustle to clean up our desks when the Dr. entered with his familiar query, “Everything all right?” Then we learned to control our tempers and our tongues, when our tests did not come out as they ought, or when a careless brother chemist allowed the odoriferous fumes of H. ,S to waft around the room. There was Guy Stephens, the guardian of the stock-room, whose exhaustless fund of stories served to make many hours of bitter discouragement pass pleasantly. ' Fhe breakage bills which we piled up threatened to wreck us, but most of us have survdved. Benchley went to West Point at the end of our first year. Libbey has been with us on and off for three 127 and a half years, and Killam joined the gang just as we started on the home-stretch. Before January, d)o, we hardly ever ventured beyond the double doors into the west wing of the Lab. Since then, this part of the building has been our headquarters. Let us proceed beyond these double doors, and down into the dimly lighted corridor, d ' his is the Sanitary Lab. There is Libbey sitting in the arm-chair copying notes, while Mr. B., standing by the window, has just made a loud exclamation. He has reason, for in spite of precautions, he has sucked some of Kessler’s strongly alkaline solution into his mouth, and consequently has a patch of raw surface on his tongue. And now we come to the balance room. There is the sign, hanging from the gas fixture, in the middle of the room, “Please do not touch the balancer.” “ Geo.” remembers this sign, how, one day, when he was feeling quite lively, he tried again and again to kick it; but alas, he stretched himself upon the floor just as the Dr. came in. At the end of the corridor is the Quantitative Lab. “ Dick ” standing in wonderment at the enormous expansion of the water he is heating, while “Lib” has just given vent to his anger in a short remark as his stirring rod breaks his beaker, and his H. SO determination is lost. How lonesome it was in the Junior Year, with the whole Lab. to ourseLes. Even the advent of the ’IhS men to the farther row of desks did not disturb us. Let us look in the Lab. about February,’97. The ’99 Chemists have come in, and what a chattering they make. The Dr. comes in with his black record-book, and proceeds to “call down ” everybody who has not reached the point indicated in his book the day before, a point many times unattainable in twice the allotted time. How well we remember the little room between the Quantitative I.ab. and the Organic Lab ! Many are the times we have gone in there with minds clouded with gloom or doubt, and have returned satisfied, for Mr. Sweetser, its occupant, has always been ready to help us, if we but ask him. What good times we had in Organic, manipulating those molecules ! We wondered and dreamed about them, and were forced to swallow many theories, upon which our work depended. Our lectures in Industrial Chemistry under Dr. Dunlap were supplemented by interesting work in the new Lab. Here we got a taste of the “ dollars and cents ” side of chemistry, and how it showed up on our breakage bill ! Still we were not so busy but that we could, by whistling and loud talking, vie with the 128 fan in keeping the Prof, in mathematics, above, in a state bordering on nervous prostration. Let us go down the old shaky elevator, and take a peep into the Lab. There’s “ Dick” just come up from the room below, where as you can easily imagine by his rolled up sleeves and begrimed hands, he has been cleaning out the ball mill. “Charlie” is utilizing the bromine remaining in the bottle which was broken the day before, and whose lost contents disturbed all occupants of Salisbury Lab. Many are the pleasant incidents that come to our minds as we look back upon the four years spent in Salisbury Laboratories. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, in lightning, or in rain ? When the hurly-burly’s done. When the battle’s lost and won. Civils originally numbered eight, but only three survive. It took us a long time to get acquainted with the “ Hottentots,” but we finally did come together. Like them, we experienced Prof. Cdadwin, and the sensation was a pleasant one. How often has he held us spellbound by his bizarre movements, drawing on thin air (and his imagination), squaring off, and taking aim at his pencil, and calling us down. ‘‘Doc” Fuller injected the usual dose of ethics, and made us feel like barbarians. We manufactured dozens of Al, extra fine, absolutely unadulterated resolutions, and conveniently forgot them again. We guffawed and snickered immoderately many a time at Professor Kinnicutt’s little entertainments, mathematical and otherwise. And beside these we had history— prehistoric, ancient, middle-aged, and modern history, and history that had never been committed. Just the same, we were finally convinced that somebody had sacked Rome, and though each man had his own private date for the event, ranging from 200 B. C. to 1400 A. D., we took a vote and declared that the vandals were guilty, but left the year undecided as there were no fire insurance calendars in those days. In a short time, we found ourselves perched on overgrown stools in the civil room, nodding over our Gillespies, and doing ground and lofty lettering. We were now joined by the “Skipper” and deserted by Sibley. Instructor Nathan Heard became responsible for us to Prof. White. Our existence was not all prose, for the “Skipper” entertained us with tales of the deep blue, and contributed his rib-tormenting nudges for emphasis. The gallant Tarbox electrified us by his thrilling exhibition of rough riding on the high stool, while the boisterous “ Arcturus ” made such a racket that a good healthy boiler shop in action would be a nerve-soothing solitude in comparison. In March we divided into three squads, and did our full duty in maltreating the fair face of the earth. Between acts, we shivered so vehemently that we dislocated several lamp posts on the corners of adjacent streets, and swapped grins with the native female element. At the end of the Freshman Year, Pond folded his papers, and silently stole away. Again in the autumn, our sunburned noses led us back, and we continued our depredations in Institute Park, and on the Avenue, until snow drove us in. The writer was devoted to topographical and railroad work under Mr. Butterfield, the successor of Mr. Heard. This office work gave us many opportunities to comment on the short-sightedness that failed to provide easy chairs. We established records for twisting our legs around the chair rungs, and now we are reaping the whirlwind of bowleggedness. We were switched onto curves of every known brand, compound, reversed, spiral, vertical and horizontal, then shunted onto embankments and excavations. Meanwhile our blood rolled and surged under the pressure of daily routine of mathematics, pure and impure, and Dutch that “beat the Dutch.” Early in April we lost “Tarby, old boss,” and a month later “ Billy” Dana withdrew his guiding influence and left us to our sins. Bate in August we reported for duty on our railroad, but “Charlie” Powers 131 was missing. During this work, we discovered ‘‘ Emmlein,” and were glad of it. Field work came to an end, and we hauled out our maps for office work. Stereotomy brought back all the old agony of Descrip., and Graphics resurrected our buried Mechanics. When we found ourselves in the quicksands of Least Squares and Geodesy, we asked ourselves how we ever got into them, but only echo answered ‘‘How?” The division of Civils was decreased 25%, when the “Skipper” sailed away, leaving only three of us. The last year arrived, and with it, lots of practical work. We found out the difference between Telford and Macadam roads, asphalt and concrete, brick and stone masonry. We made mud pies and briquettes in the cement room. We know how a foundation can be well laid, and how thick a high masonry wall should be. In stresses we ambled over Pratt and Whipple trusses, cantilevers, arches, and swing bridges; designed roofs, bridges, and sewers; and undertook to prepare a thesis. And when this thesis is accepted our work is done. A S the Senior Year drew near, some were pleased, and some perplexed among the Mechanics. Some pleased, I say, because they were going to be free from the Shop; some perplexed because they did not know whether to study electricity or not. Many had shown an inclination to take it up, while others simply said, “Electricity is a fad.” “ ' There are too many cheap electricians already.” “Shop work is easier.” “I want to graduate,” etc. This latter class prevailed to a certain extent over the former, until it looked as though the Electrics would be few. The end of the Junior Year came, and we separated to take up our individual amusements and duties, for the summer. No more was thought of Tech and its courses, until three months had passed, and it was nearly time to begin operations again. When we met once more, a common question was, “You Electric?” “ Ha ! Don’t know yet,” was the common answer. As soon, however, as the doubtful ones had had time to see the improvements in the Laboratory, they began to favor the Popular Course. Later, we met the newly elected Professor, and when he explained the wonderful machinery and arrangements of the Labo¬ ratory, told us many pleasing things which we would be taught, asked us to select partners,—not for a waltz, or a two-step,—but for Lab. work, he completely won the doubtful ones over to his course, and they are by no means sorry. A decided departure from the past custom had been inaugurated. New instruments had been put in, and convenience in their use had been made possible by a switch-board, at which we could connect up our instruments and have things in business-like fashion. We did not have to spend half or two-thirds of the afternoon in stringing wire around the Laboratory to get a circuit established through the instruments we were to use, and no slack wires were lying around for some one to tangle his feet in and spoil an experiment, and perhaps an intsrument or two. This part of it was pleasant and very agreeable to us, but perhaps when we were ready to do the experimental work, we felt like withdrawing to the swearing room, for in all probability a volt-meter would try to work backward, or an ammeter refuse to recognize the insignificant current which was trying its best to excite it. These things served to make us somewhat wrathy, and this wrath was only a kindler to what followed when the fuse declined to wait a minute before throwing up the sponge, or the dynamometer refused to keep its equilibrium, or the field was so distorted that we didn’t know what the readings meant. Perhaps by this time someone would accidentally pull out the wrong cable at the switch¬ board, and work havoc with the experiment, and in a frenzy of disgust one of us would forget to “keep one hand in his pocket and touch nothing with the other,” for a sufficient time to get 200 volts, which made him yell in a high key and jump still higher. By this time the professor would appear on the scene, and after laughing considerably, would offer a few suggestions, and leave with the unfortunate in a better state of mind than he found him. But this was not all. Lab. reports had to be written up and passed in, which was, of course, very pleasant (?), especially when it took from five to ten hours longer than had been allowed to write them. The calculation of the field, the drawings of the machine, and the plotting of curves,—the points of which some¬ times appeared to represent the positions of a base-ball team,—are things which we did a good deal of. Beginning with the second half, new and exasperating things were put into the Laboratory in the shape of “ kid Electrics.” These, besides being very annoy¬ ing with their “childish” questions, were very amusing, to say the least. We hope they will some day know a commutator from a brush. Thesis now came upon the field of action, and we had continually to array ourselves against it in order to get a “ Smith Bros.” at the end of the course. IVIO Aftermath would be complete without a sketch of the Washburn Shops—the delight of every student’s heart,—and its quota of dingy, oil-bespattered Mechanics. Yes, the Class of ’97 is about to leave this galaxy of sawdust, glue, coal, iron filings and gurry and, incidentally, a few more perforations in the drill press platens; a new series of etchings in the vise of the Hendy shaper; and an extra turn of backlash in the carriage of that heroic old Fitchburg lathe (which a ’79 graduate claims the honor of disabling). There is also a little more fringe on the rickety-rack chuck of the elliptical screw machine, (which, like the Irishman’s gun, needs a new lock, stock and barrel) ; a trifle more wobble in the universal milling machine, whose cutters always persist in doing all their work with one or two teeth; and last but not least, room for that ever-promised, but never forth¬ coming trip-hammer for the blacksmith shop. All these things come first to the mind of the Senior, who has not been out into the world to recognize the value of the modern and “ extensive Washburn Shops,” who has not had an opportunity to display his profound wisdom concern¬ ing machinery, and who does not yet fully realize the value of Mr. Badger’s eloquent lectures, Mr. Mitchell’s sarcastic indifference, or the individual instruction of good-natured John, the blacksmith. lake previous classes, we have been generous contributors to the shop scrap-heap, (an immortalized institution), but unlike some of our immediate predecessors, we have at all times been on good terms with the instructors, which is accounted for by the fact that we are, as a ■ • rf ' C ' ' • ' i . r ■ :‘:m; .,1. V Li-li • I. • ■• V. •. ■ ■• .. . . f .. A,. ,1 . ■ • -I •, V v ■ ■.: 4 ' f ’ { � l ' � ' ‘ a. f • 1... ' ' ’ ' -I ' ’ ,. •- ,•••-’.■ ' V ,1 . ' • .«: i i i .i‘ ■’ ■ ■ ' ' ' ■ A ' jf r o i ' . V, ■ ' ■, ■.■ ■■, •: -X • ' v■ r.j. -1 ■ . ' i ' r� . .y. , ' . - y . . • . . r ► ' • -; ' ■ ' . • • 1 I ' .4 • - . • • ■ N 4r r ..-V a;. •■ ' .’■M 31, ; -■ • ••: :, - ' . V ' V ' ' JT-:4sFjk.J- i. ' ■ .‘ !.,j t ' •il- ■ ' . ‘ 187 class, excellent mechanics and, notwithstanding the “ Hottentots,” Mr. Mitchell is ever ready to say a good word for the Class of ’07. This, of course, is to be expected considering the battle-axe and sledge-hammer mechanics who preceded us. As we write these lines, however, many reminiscences of the past dawn upon us. We can remember when elevators ruled supreme, and student education was a side issue; when there were three stools, (besides the throne), where now there are but two, for twenty students to scrap for; when there were a few oil cans besides those owned by journeymen; and when Uncle John, the expert experienced experimenter, built compound, compact, condensing engines. We also recall how Keyes’s friendly oversight saved many a casting from the scrap- heap; how Walsh played possum and thought Mitchell wasn’t ‘‘onto him;” how Bill Edwards’s towel forced sickly students to complain to the Board of Health; and how Nick and the boss played with copper and milk. If we remember cor¬ rectly, mathematics, angles and degrees were a “Jonah” to Mitchell, yet he was tolerably keen, about five minutes before closing time, and woe be unto the urchin who went below, ere the recall sounded. Both Mr. Badger and Mr. Mitchell were recognized experts on the labor question, and it is a query as to which one will be boycotted first by the union, although the matter is undoubtedly decided in the mind of the whistling Yankee. So much for a superficial summary of our four years’ course in shop-work and now what does it mean ? It means that we have spent many of our pleasantest school days at an institution which is preeminently at the head of its class, one which is continually before the mechanical and engineering public as a model, and whose instructors are gentlemen as well as mechanics. (General Scientific. FRANK E. LIBBEY. 189 flDitcbell in the Shop. You’ve read about Napoleon,—that man so small yet great,— Who ruled with such majestic sway, the vast affairs of state,— How all that heard his least command were wont to pay close heed. And then to execute his will with all electric speed; ’Tis such a man most of us know,—his eyelids never drop,— His name? — No other man would e’en be guessed, than Mitchell in the Shop. When first this very dignified and little man we met. We thought he was our Jonah, and looked back with keen regret Upon the many merry days we spent in Freshman year. When “stop that whistling” was the phrase we were so wont to hear But though he made us toe the line and to his music hop, ’Tis hard to tear ourselves away from Mitchell in the Shop. He used to tell us awful facts,—it made us feel real small;— ' lo take his soul-subduing dose was worse than chewing gall. And when we tried to steal a loaf, and slip out on the sly. How often was the action seen by his sharp eagle-eye ! Yet when we think that soon we’ll part, one thought crowds to the top. What good old times we used to have with Mitchell in the Shop. One day he called one of our men a “heathen Hottentot!” In fact, he often used to say we were a hardened lot; He may not have been far from right—of that we dare not say— With Cundall, Fish, and Wheeler, too—but be that as it may ! One fact is clear, and all agree, we would not want to swap. For any other man we know, George Mitchell in the Shop. 140 His seeming fits of savagery but acted as a cloak For some choice bit of drollery, or little humorous joke; Then how his eyes would twinkle, when we laughed at what he said. While over all his pleasant face a merry smile was spread. We’ve served him now for three short years, but soon we’ll have to stop. Though we shall ne’er forget the days with Mitchell in the Shop. 141 ZTbe obern Hvoonauts. day was bright and warm. In four hours Old Sol would be in the meridian. The old cracked gong of destiny on the tower had just shivered out the hour of eight, when a party of gentlemen came forth from Boynton Hall. Some carried canes, and some didn’t. Some wore soft hats, and some didn’t. Some had their trousers turned up at the bottom, and some didn’t. As they marched down the hill, one of the party stopped, and whistled an old dog tune. This man carried a cane, bore a bag slung over his shoulder, and his trousers turned up a la rainy London. In answer to his whistle a little nondescript poodle materialized, and was greeted with “Come, come, come, doggie, come here, come on.” The cavalcade boarded a car on the street below and after a long time, finally reached PTont Street, and took a Lake-bound car by storm. It was plainly to be seen that the two railway magnates in charge of the vehicle were wondering why thus was so, and who was who. But it was not until the State Lunatic Hospital was rising on the horizon that light broke in upon them. They were discussing on the front platform, and one of them was jerking his thumb back over his shoulder. If the dash-board of the car could hear, its tympanums would have been tickled with this : “I guess I know who they are.” “Co ’way.” “You will slow up at the Hospital. This is a gang of insanity experts on a visit to the institution. I ought to have known it before.” But the electrical engineer was wrong. The car slowed up, but nobody got off, and this state of affairs existed until Lake Quinsigamond was reached, and disembarkation set in. Of course the same old tragedy of keeping the little dog in line was again enacted. This dog, by the way, was a low-studded, rambling structure. He was very absent-minded, and seemed by his general demeanor to possess a philosophical mind. He was of unknown breed, but looked like an. 142 anarchist. He seemed so very quiet and taciturn as to inspire one with deep respect for his doggieship. The company marched over the causeway into Shrewsbury-upon-Quinsigamond, and stood upon a wharf to which a curious vessel was made fast. One of the younger men was now the center of the party. He was beardless, had black hair, and his hands were pocketed until he spoke. Unrolling a sheet of brown paper, he said : “Preliminary to the test, I have a little story to narrate. You see on this diagram, this triangle represents a piece of wood floating in water. Now would you pull on the vertex, or on one side, to propel it to the best advantage?” For several seconds the silence was thick enough to cut. Then an elderly member of the coterie said : “Why I should pull on a vertex, of course. If I wanted to go to Lynn, I shouldn’t go by way of New York. Why that’s all nonsense. What are you driving at? I can’t for the life of me see. You might just as well save your breath.” A tall man now undertook to dissipate the growing bank of fog that had settled upon many present. He spoke in a low, confidential tone, and used the index finger and thumb of his right hand upon the palm of his left with great animation. His head was bent forward, and he seemed to be looking up under the questioner’s eyebrows. “I’m guilty of the same opinion as the previous speaker, and I must confess that he is right. Still, however, it is interesting, and as the Dutchman said, ‘you pays your money and takes your choice.’ I have no doubt it can be demonstrated mathematically.” Still the clouds of mystery remained. The owner of the dog chipped in thus : “Oh, nonsense, nonsense. Use your common sense—if you have any. Of •course a pull on the vertex is a better one than the other.” After this riot was quelled, a stout gentleman wearing a frock coat, and carry¬ ing a black cane, pushed forward. “ Personally, it seems to me, if I may venture the opinion, that the preceding speakers are in the right, that is they are not wrong. While this may be so, I would not be at all surprised—not at all surprised to find out that the other way is the better one. We are now living—there are now going on great experiments on just this line, that is there must soon be radical departure in the design, in the method of construction and propulsion in marine navigation. I would be much pleased to hear the opinion of others. I’m sure.” 14 ; ' , The disputants now took courage again, and another champion stepped forth. He wore a gray beard, his head was bent in thought, and his hands were rattling keys and coin in his pocket. “Ur—r—r—g! Tphe ! Well, of course, I haven’t looked up the subject very carefully, but I think we might get at it by mechanics. Any questions? You? or you? or you? or you? Suppose we take moments about the vertex. H’m. How will that do? What will we get? Have you done it? No? Well, suppose we work it out? We ought to get something.” Life was getting monotonous, when the next speaker began. He was well- built, of florid complexion and cheerful mien and wore glasses. “Now let us consider a modified case. Take a salmon, for instance. You’ll notice that it’s body is thicker right back of the head than anywheres else. Now there must be a reason for this. Suppose we take the side of this triangle, let us say the friction on a wee bit of that side is so much, when the body is not in a state of rest. Then I think you will readily see that when I pull the broadside the water is so deflected that skin friction is lessened, and therefore, that is the better place to pull on.” The propounder of the conundrum admitted that this was correct, and then the party went on board the vessel, where the explanation was concluded. The originator had designed a steamboat with great beam very far forward, and taper¬ ing rapidly back to the stem. The boat started, and the trial was underway. But it had not proceeded far, when the voyagers became aware that they would soon experience a little weather, if not more. The wind came in epileptic gusts at first, and then blew hard and steadily, with rain coming down in joblots. When the announcement came that the good ship had sprung a leak, and would quickly go down, every man appropriated a life preserver. The end came and every man struck out for himself. One of the passengers, with a gray beard and wearing glasses, sitting astride of a plank on top of a wave shouted out: “You ought not to mind this. I remember one timeout West, when the Missouri river flowed over and washed away everything on a railroad for several miles, except the dividends.” “I should simply call that a case of watered stock,” gurgled a tall young mar¬ iner with a black beard. It fortunately turned out that every man (and the little dog) were washed ashore on a peninsula. Now night suddenly fell with a loud crash, and the cast¬ aways curled up about a fire and slept. The silence was bona fide, sa e for the weird sounds made by tired, sleeping men. They did not arise with the sun. But 144 several hours later, they arose one by one, and stretched their tired limbs. On the beach they spied the wrecked steamer, from which they took their supplies and breakfasted. One of the unfortunates was taking an after dinner stroll, when he discovered something. He stood still and took a long “sight” toward something. Calling an assistant, he gave him a piece of string with a stone tied to it, and walked back some distance, all the while gazing at a landmark. Then directing him into position he waved his handkerchief, and shouted, “ Say, give me a line, give me a line on this point.” After he had obtained his “line,” he shouted, “All right, go right along.” When this maneuvering was ended, he came forward and explained. “ Last night, when I was riding a wave, that little point of land was just in line with that tree, and now it is several inches out of line. So I surmise that this land is underlaid with quicksand. We are surrounded on three sides by water and the quicksand strikes the surface just back of us. So if we throw a bridge across it we are saved.” Thereupon, they cudgelled their brains over the problem. “A bridge ! Why, I suppose so. Let me see. Have we no “literature” at hand upon that subject? No? Well, I—that’s really too bad,” mused a precise man (for reading maketh a precise man, as drinking maketh a full man) in “pure” accents. “ Let us look at the problem deductively. Here is a quagmire. It is an evil, 1 grant you. It is unimproved land. Now let us improve it by bridging it. Immediately there springs up profit. We as capitalists take our share; we as entrepreneurs appropriate to ourselves another portion; as workers we claim yet another slice; and the landlord gets left because he is non est. From this dilemma, good Lord, deliver us,” thus spake the tall man, with ambidextrous gestures. “ How in the name of common sense are you going to get a connection on the other side? Will a man suddenly grow up over there, and hold up his hand for a rope from this side? This is all carelessness. It’s just like putting some¬ thing between a dog and his head, that’s what it is. Now go to work, and get a correct solution, and let me see it. Use your brains. It ought not to take two minutes.” Just then the original steamer man came up to the group, and said, “Gentle¬ men, this problem cannot be advantageously approached by any ‘ cut and try ’ method. Such a method reminds me of a little story. A man goes into an ale house and drinks ale. d ' he more he drinks, the drunker he gets and the more he 145 spills. The more he spills, the less he drinks, and he becomes more sober. The more sober he becomes, the less he spills, and the more he drinks, thus getting as ‘full’ as ever. Now we have a better plan. I find, on examination, that our good bark can be repaired.” The scene now shifted to the beach where the vessel lay. They were soon hard at work, hammering nails and fingers, and transporting material. The discussion arose over the screw propeller, which required a blade. “Put on all the blades you can get on the shaft,” said the dog-owner, “the more we get on the faster we go.” “O, I guess not,” said the superintendent. “Instead of four wheels on a carriage why not have one hundred? It wouldn’t go any faster, would it? ” “No, because four wheels represent the limit of the law of diminishing returns, which states that there comes a time—there comes a time when, for equal, etc.,” said the tall man. The screw difficulty was adjusted without bloodshed, and the craft was ready to start for its home port. The florid man was now looking anxiously at the pressure guage, and commented on the high reading of the dial. The man who was guilty of all the trouble said, “ no, I don’t think that’s any too high. A friend of mine told me of a sudden fall in the barometer of one-half inch. It was so sudden that the pressure inside of a large building did not get time to equalize, and as a result the extra pressure inside blew out the walls. On the other hand, he once pumped sixty pounds of air into a baby with colic, and it never ‘ phazed ’ the child. So you see it is sometimes unreliable.” The trip back to the starting point may pass without comment, for no momentous questions arose. The party disembarked, and unanimously declared the trial was not a complete failure by any means. 146 H XTbermob namic Stor . I ' he shades of night had fallen fast, His bed-time long ago had passed, Yet still he plugged, with tired look. While murmuring faintly o’er the book,— “ -Thermodynamics.” The clock struck ’leven, twelve, then one. And yet he scarcely had begun To fix the subject in his head. As, murmuring to himself, he said,— “-Thermodynamics.” “ k]ach quiz, this week. I’ve made a flunk. My mark I’m sure to E has sunk. For, though I try with all my might. The meaning still is out of sight; -Thermodynamics.” “ Efficiency I’m sure I know. The Prof has emphasized it so, T-l ,— let me see— This number you divide by T,— But-this Thermodynamics, anyhow ! ” “ But now I vow I’m off to bed. The pillow-block shall rest my head. But first the governor I’ll write,— I’ve reached exhaust—and then good-night. And may the foul fiends fly off with this-,| (?) Thermodynamics.” 147 be letter. “Dear Father,” he wrote, “as it has now been several weeks since writing 3 ou my periodical letter, I feel it now my duty to do so, especially as I need a .small check for a hundred or so, in order to get into gear for the coming term. In your last message, I noted carefully your advice cautioning against expansion of the head, and you may be sure I shall try to profit by it. “Never, since my admission to Tech, have I spent so much energy in the .absorption of so little knowledge, as at present. My advance has been tardy, and I had barely clearance enough to pull through the last exams. Then some of the Profs are regular cranks, putting a fellow under fearful pressure, so that a credit¬ able performance is almost impossible. But a short time ago, I had quite a superheated discussion with one of them—the limiting temperature being almost reached—all for merely playing on the principal organ of one of the engines. When it was all over I felt like the Hero of Alexandria ! “This Prof, by the way, used to be an ordinary Hornblower in the army, but he hit upon a Trick valve, and so made himself famous. He is quite a dandy, and wears a dainty, steel-colored jacket with Stirling trimmings, besides one of the latest fusible plug hats. Is also rather speedy. Drinks so much port that we often see him oscillating aimlessly along the streets, with that rocking slide-valve motion. One day last spring he became firmly Meyered while attempting to reach Tech by the back way, but this seemed a matter quite accountab le for to the P aculty, so the matter was dropped. He is constantly saturated with rum, and 50 naturally has no real stability,—in fact, he needs a regenerator the most of any man I know. “As long as he stays here there can be no harmonious relations between us, as the friction is always at a maximum in his recitation, so that the class is going to try to have him cut off from the Faculty. If we secure his release, you may be 5ure it will bring us great joy, and give our poor mortal frames great relief. By the way, I went hunting the other day, and shot a Woolf. People in this vicinity think it quite remarkable. “ d ' hanking you for your last remittance, I remain, “ Very lovingly yours, “ Bob. “ P. S.—Our shaft has hit the mark, and the indications are that we shall carry our app eal. A fellow dropped in a few moments ago, and told me the news. It 5eems that Professor Trevy (that’s his name) is so thick headed that he went to a 14S reception recently, crazy drunk, where he tried to throttle one of the lady receivers, after which he fell into another lady’s lap. Considerable latent heat was generated, and the police actually had to be called. Then ensued one of the liveliest scraps imaginable, for although the refractory Prof had a decided knocking at the joints, utterly lacking in isochronism, yet he was so strong that it was not until two officers simultaneously experimented with the in-stroke and trip-gear motions, that the prisoner was captured. Wire was drawn tightly around him, and then he was injected into the “hurry-up” wagon, where he was laid out on the cushion in the bottom, and fastened in with a connecting- rod. “ It’s a clear case of good riddance. Bob.” t ' r . “ j :- , . .; ' ■ -■• ' f • ' • ■ ' ■. ?• ■■ •� ■-5 •: .C. - • - • ' , 4 - ' ■ ■� ■’ u ■ . ' ' ?- ■ -w • ’ ' ' ' � ‘, - ; I . 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He is seldom in¬ fluenced by sentiment and, though he may feel deeply, he is not one to express to others those sentiments. Is inquisitive and curious, and likes to study out even the most minute details of those things in which he is interested. Is practical and earnest in purpose. Would make a good electrician. Edw. G. Beckwith. —He has an active mind that thinks rapidly and yet reasons deductively. With a little stronger resolution and physical force there is no reason why he should not advance step by step to a realization of his ambition. He works better if he is sometimes sure of the approval of those whom he respects and wishes to please, and he must have this by words and not take it for granted. Winfred W. Braman. —Has a strong and tenacious will, and will not give up a coveted object if possible to obtain it. Has fine power of application but needs a little more pride. Likes fun and congenial society and believes in enjoying the pleasures of life as he goes along. Although he may not show as much brilliancy as some, he will plod right along and succeed just the same. Joseph Edward Brown. —He is obstinate, enthusiastic, amiable, gracious in manner, refined and intellectual. It is sometimes difficult for him to apply him¬ self to those things which are not congenial. The artistic, musical and literary talents predominate. Affectionate and tender with those beloved and in most things unselfish, but there are times when his temper gets the better of him and then he can be cuttingly sarcastic. The “Traits and Characteristics” of the members of the class herein set forth were read from samples of handwriting, by Mrs. Franklin Hall, East Oran ge, N. J. It is to be hoped that the members of the class will not have their heads turned by this revelation of their many virtues, or drown themselves in sorrow over the discovery of their numerous faults. 152 Charles C. Chalfant. —He is practical and earnest in purpose, not easily led to do those things which his better judgment tells him that he ought not to do. Energetic and always on the alert. Has strong resolution, good power of applica¬ tion, and when interested in any one subject likes to master it. Is very affectionate, and the clear intellect is sometimes swayed by sentiment. He should be a little more optimistic. Will succeed well in his undertakings. Peter A. Coghlin.— He has an energetic and somewhat restless nature that is most content when the mind is fully occupied. A little selfish in some things and apt to think of personal comfort first. A fluent talker yet can be very secretive regarding his personal affairs. Is very sensitive to criticism or ridicule. Has a good intellect and good business talent; will not give up a coveted object if possible to obtain it. Robert Newell Cundall. —Has an impatient nature easily annoyed by trifles, energetic, full of vim and physical force. Candid and outspoken to the point of bluntness, and could tell a person an unpleasant truth if he thought it necessary. Has a ready wit and a keen sense of humor. Persistent in his efforts and not easily discouraged. Has a good memory and does well whatever he has to do. Has some literary ability. Should win prosperity. L. J. Davis.—A peculiar temperament, nervous and sensitive, with a some¬ what irritable will that when he is annoyed makes him a little inconsistent and unreasonable. Works more through the force of a nervous will than strong reso¬ lution. There is a lack of vitality to resist disease and he should use tobacco in no form. Has an excellent memory and a ready wit that is quick to see the ridiculous side of a question. Unassuming. Has mechanical genius. Chas. V. Day.— Practical and earnest in purpose. Ought to make a good mathematician and a successful chemist. Studies carefully from every standpoint those things which most do interest him. There is a slight tendency to melan¬ choly, especially when he is alone, and sometimes he is a little more theoretical than practical. Has deductive reasoning faculties and prefers to accomplish things in his own way, no matter how long it may take him. 153 A. D. Durand. —He has good business talent and is always on the alert. Has artistic taste and is easily swayed by those things which appeal to the emotions. Is a great admirer of the beautiful in art and nature. Has high ideals and sometimes “his head is in the clouds,” for the imagination is vivid. Has a graciousness and affability that wins friends readily. Has pride and self-esteem. Likes to tease. Burton E. Eames. —An impatient nature that wants to accomplish every¬ thing in a day; ardent and enthusiastic. Has musical genius and ought to possess a good voice. Is original and can work best when he follows the line of his own ideas. Energetic, versatile, has inventive talent and likes to make new experiments, rarely thinking of personal safety. Has some egotism but such a genial nature that it is generally overlooked. Richard B. Earle. —A young man who is quick to see and to act. He has a dominant will and likes to command and to be obeyed. A temper that is at times a bit lurid. Original with an individuality that has a certain influence over others that sways them almost unaware. Observant, critical, and always free from prejudice. Neat and careful of personal appearance. Although fond of the luxuries of life, can be very economical. Has little egotism for one with so good an intellect. William D. Edwards. —He is practical and has good common sense. Has enough ambition not to allow himself to become too indolent. Although he may not learn new things as quickly as some, he remembers well what he does learn. Intense in feeling, suffering and enjoying with equal keenness. He has consider¬ able caution and excellent mechanical ability. Likes to take his time to do what he has to do that he may the more thoroughly understand it. Geo. H. Ellinwood. —He has diplomatic secretiveness, and in some things is a fatalist. A defiant will that will not endure too much dictation from others in regard to his personal affairs. Energetic, never quiet very long at a time. Has persistence and great power of application, with strong vitality. He reasons deductively. Has caution and if indiscreet, will be careful that no one finds it out. Is assertive in his opinions. Will succeed in his undertakings. 154 Ralph E. Fish. —He has a somewhat susceptible nature and is very sympa¬ thetic, too much so for his own best interests. A fluent talker when with congenial friends. The memory is not always perfect and he needs to put greater method and energy into his work. Very kind and unselfish. Not always practical. Needs something to arouse his ambition, some one to encourage him. Likes praise and admiration. Is loyal in love and friendship. H. E. Gough. —Has some originality of thought and action and has ideas of his own which he likes to develop in his own way. Is assertive, sometimes aggressive when anything goes the wrong way. Has mechanical ability and likes to take things apart and put them together again. Has a temper that is quick to resent an injury to self or to one beloved. Makes few confidants. Will prosper through his own efforts. Charles H. Greenwood. —He has intuitive judgment and artistic tastes. The tastes are in a measure aesthetic. Is quick to see and to act. In some ways is very fastidious. Likes to dress well and to make a good impression. Has a good memory and exacts the same method from others that he gives to his own work. Is luxurious in taste. Would make an exceptionally fine physician if he fitted himself for that profession, and also has literary ability. Original, with a magnetic personality. 1. G. Keyes. —He has a nervous and excitable nature and a hasty temper and is not always responsible for what he does and says when he is angry. Is obstinate and a bit headstrong, but is not afraid to work when he has work to do. The health is not perfect and this often causes him to be discontented and super¬ sensitive. Is ambitious and has a good intellect and will stand by those whom he admires and be their champion through good and ill. Versatile. Many changes will come into his life. Has genius. W. Stanley Killam. —A reserved nature with a certain dignity that prevents undue familiarity from others. A resolute will that is not easily swerved from its purpose. Strong mentality with close application to those subjects which he wishes to master. Has the ability to become a good linguis t. Is a good judge of 155 form, size and color. Can keep a secret when necessary. Has pride and likes to- excel. Has sequence of ideas and continuity of thought. The fate line is unusually good. Frank E. Libbey. —He is versatile and can readily adapt himself to circum¬ stances. Changeable in his moods, now full of hope and ambition and agaia discouraged when certain obstacles arise. A little obstinate, but yields graciously when convinced that he is in error. What he accomplishes is more through the force of a nervous will than strong resolution. He is naturally secretive, taking few into his confidence. Unassuming in manner, caring little for display. Should be a little more systematic. Oscar W. Lundgren. —He has a hopeful nature that rarely worries and is always looking forward to something better for to-morrow. Has a strong will and tenacity of purpose, with a desire to do to the best of his ability whatever he has to do. Genial and generous, winning many friends. Is always at ease in what¬ ever position he may be placed. Has a good intellect. Can be quite sarcastic when he is displeased. Will prosper in his work. A. WiNTHROP Merchant.— A dominant will. He likes to command and respects only that authority which he deems superior to his own. Candid and outspoken, with artistic tastes. In many ways fastidious, especially so in those things relating to his personal appearance. Has dignity sufficient to forbid undue familiarity. Is in some things a fatalist. Earnest in purpose, but needs a little more persistence. Thos. Molloy.— He is one who likes to play practical jokes but does not enjoy them as much when the tables are turned. Obstinate and fond of argument with fairly strong resolution. He likes to build castles in the air, but when they tumble at his feet has a tendency to become discouraged. Candid and outspoken to the point of bluntness. Sensitive and sympathetic. Has a temper when it is aroused. Possesses some medical talent. 15C Herbert H. Morse. —An intense nature that enters with great enthusiasm into whatever he undertakes to do. Is very fond of the luxuries of life and has a strong imagination. Has journalistic ability and would succeed best in some line of work where this faculty would be brought into use. Is a fluent talker upon those subjects which he understands. Slightly susceptible and could be jealous of one whom he loved. S. Nikoloff. —He is changeable in his moods and just a bit fickle. Has a restless nature that is apt to undertake too many things at once so that he cannot always do justice to each of them. Is inclined to be pessimistic, and borrow too much trouble. Is generous and kind-hearted. Is industrious and anxious to succeed. Would do well in professional work, and is enthusiastic on those things which please. Needs a little more pride and hopefulness. Ellery B. Paine. —He has a susceptible nature easily swayed by sentiment, and is a great admirer of the beautiful whether in art or nature. Has a strong will and does not readily give up a coveted object. Reasons deductively and is rarely hasty in making his decisions. Can be as gentle and tender as a woman, but is also very firm. Can design as well as execute. Would make a good physician. Edw. E. Pease. —He is very cautious and always on his guard; has plenty of confidence in his own ability to succeed. Does well what he has to do and has a strong will and determination. Has good perceptive faculties. Would make a most excellent physician and a by no means poor lawyer. Has clear judgment and sarcastic wit with a spice of mischief therein. Is greatly admired by the fair sex. George Wm. Throop. —Has originality of thought and action, and wonderful tenacity of purpose. He is shrewd and tactful, with a versatility that can easily adapt itself to circumstances. Not always as systematic as he might be in his work and generally in a hurry. Sometimes a little more theoretical than practical. Would do well in chemistry or electricity. Quick to learn new things and not afraid to work, but needs a little more ambition and hopefulness to win success. 157 Lawrence P. Tolman. —Not always as neat and orderly as he ought to be and is a bit boastful and fond of display. A little extravagant, and if dependent upon his own resources would have to be careful that his expenses did not exceed his income, but he has a very large and kindly heart that would make many sac¬ rifices to give pleasure to others. The intellect is good, but he must be a little more ambitious. Has inventive talent. Edw. L. Walker. —He has diplomatic secretiveness and is very argumenta¬ tive if only indulging that tendency to draw out the opinion of his opponent. His will and affections are often at war with each other. Enthusiastic over those things which please him. He is very fond of music and ought to have a pleasing voice. Would be most successful in a profession. Is patient and persistent. Candid and conscientious. Would be true in friendship. James T. Walsh. —He has an inclination to melancholy and to borrow trouble unnecessarily, and should exert his strong will to overcome this tendency. Careless of his personal safety, not because of a bold courage, but merely through indifference to danger. Generous, and would rob himself to give to those dear to him. Likes social pleasures, and always has an answer for jest and sarcasm. Should cultivate his memory and be more exact, more ambitious to excel. Would make a good civil engineer. Harry E. Wheeler.— He has no one talent more strongly marked than another, but tries to do to the best of his ability whatever he has to do and applies himself faithfully to one subject until he has mastered it. Deductive in his reasoning faculties. Would do well in scientific lines of work. Cares nothing for display although liking the good things of life, especially good things to eat. Should cultivate a little more ambition. Chester M. Whitney. —He is very ambitious and has some goal before him which he is striving very hard to attain, and he can apply himself faithfully to whatever he undertakes. His peculiar nature is often misunderstood. Is quite unassuming, having hardly the egotism necessary to force his way onward against competition. Has not strong vitality and needs to indulge in athletic sports, but should be careful not to overdo the matter. Can be both candid and secretive. 158 Elmer H. Willmarth. —He has a resolute and tenacious will and is not easily swerved from his purpose. Obstinate, can be coaxed but not driven. He is secretive and to evade answering certain questions might be tempted to deceive. He would make an excellent lawyer, and has plenty of confidence in his own ability to succeed. He is very sympathetic and somewhat susceptible, generally forming his impression of a person upon first sight. Has a good memory and is loyal in his friendships. ■B v; ' Mbiii - ' ■■• ■y;fMr •t� ly. 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TV TOW it came to pass, that on the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the year of grace there appeared unto the people of Oakdale, a wondrous personage. His face was colored even like unto the color of a Hoffman House cheroot, and from the midst of its dark expanse, there shone two eyes like coals of fire. And in his hand he bore many rolls of parchment, with which he did often and in divers ways, seek to skin the people out of their close-guarded shekels. And the name of this personage was Subbo, which, being interpreted, signifies “ He who can sell books.” And it came to pass that Fortune smiled not on this seller of scrolls, for the people were exceeding nifty, and were not soon separated from their hoarded wealth. And it came unto the mind of Subbo that he must make a raise or go busted. Now it came to pass that presently he turned toward a well-kept mansion, where dwelt a prosperous merchant, to see whether perchance he might not find some one on whom he might successfully practice his wiles. And as he drew nigh unto the house, lo ! there appeared unto him a dog, and the size of the dog was great, yea, exceeding great, even unto the bigness of an elephant. And Subbo said unto himself, “What shall I do, and whither shall I flee, for it behooves me not to stand my ground, for this monster will surely do me.” Then came a thought and smote violently upon the cranium of Subbo, and cried unto him saying, “ Feed thy dip to the ravenous monster, then hie thee to the master of the beast and claim a great ransom, and thou shalt become exceed¬ ing wealthy.” .4nd as he was bid, so did he. Whereupon the beast waxed exceeding merry with the dip and did many marvelous things therewith. ' I ' hen Subbo got himself hence, and hied himself quickly to the owner of the beast, and did lay before him the truth of the matter, how he, a poor, weak vendor of scrolls, had been set upon by a ravenous monster, and had escaped with his life, only by sacrificing his head covering, which was of great price. And when he had said this he did gaze steadfastly upon the merchant and say unto him, “ Give unto me generously of thy abundance, or thy name shall be mud.” Whereupon the merchant did wax exceeding wroth, and did say all manner of evil concerning various things, book agents included. But it came to pass that when he had spoken, Subbo spake to him in answer, and did expound so wondrously that the heart of the merchant waxed soft, and he did come down to the extent of three plunks. Thereupon did the countenance of Subbo shine even like unto a campaign bonfire, and he did gather up the three plunks, and did get himself hence. Moral.— We are shown by this parable that a fair amount of nerve is necessary in the business of book selling. 44 A PROPHET is without honor in his own country.” These words stared up at me from a pile of blank pages. That short sentence was the only evidence of three months’ brain work. In spite of the fac t that I was not a seventh son of a seventh son, nor gifted in any way with supernatural powers, I had been selected to write the “ Class Prophecy.” Having been chosen, I was resolved to be a true prophet or none at all. At first all seemed very simple. I found a clairvoyant, who would tell the future of each member of the class on receipt of one dollar and a lock of hair. But the class was not especially ‘‘flush,” and the future of perhaps the greatest interest—that of Bert Morse,—would have been necessarily omitted, on account of the obvious difficulty in obtaining a lock of his hair. After this first disappointment I decided to try hypnotism. I went into a trance almost every Saturday night. This gave no very encouraging results, and only served to increase my expenses for “ Sundries ” and Bromo-Seltzer. Tong and ardent study in ponderous and cobwebbed volumes on the “ Ancient Art of Magic” brought only further disappointment. So with only one more day of grace left, I still sat with a pile of blank pages before me, in utter despair of ever gaining an inkling of what the future would bring. With a sigh I relinquish my resolve of telling only the truth, and decided to make up the whole thing. So lighting my pipe to aid my imagination, I settled back in my arm chair to think. “ Cheer up ; cherries are ripe ! ” I started from my chair, and stared ner¬ vously around the room. I heard a low, gurgling chuckle. It apparently came from right under my nose;—and sure enough, there, seated cross-legged on the bowl of my pipe was a little black imp. I was too utterly surprised to speak, but simply stared at my diminutive guest. He, meanwhile winked at me, and pro¬ ceeded to eat handfuls of red-hot tobacco, while thin streams of smoke continually poured from his ears and nose. His perfect composure, and the jovial expression of his face reassured me, and I managed to stammer, “Who are you, and what do you want? ” “Well sport,” he gurgled, blowing a long line of smoke rings, “ I’m your pipe Stocker. 1 just shovel smoke for yer, and keep t’ings runnin’ smooth, see? 1 uster stoke in an ol’ T. D., but I give de Frenchy wot had dis job a jolly, and so got dis soft snap. Yer let yer pipe go out so many times jes’ now, I t’ought I’d come up and see wot’ell was de trouble.” His voice was like the gurgle in the bowl of my pipe when it was fouled up, and I now recognized that this noise was merely my small friend swearing gently over his arduous labors of shovelling smoke. “Say, your ’baccy is hot stuff,” he remarked, stuffing an enormous fistful of it into his mouth. “ But cheer up, old man. Let’s hear wot’s de trouble.” I explained my various disappointments and failures in my attempt to see into the future. “Holy smoke!” he said, cheerfully. “ Dat’s easy. Got any photos?” I pointed to the pile of photographs of the members of the class. “ Well, dat’s tip-top. Now it’s just as easy as chewing. All yer’ve got to do is to look at one of does tin-types, t’ink hard and then blow a cloud, and see what happens.” My cheerful little friend seemed to have such confidence in this scheme, that I had not the heart to explain its obvious absurdity, and decided to give it a trial just to satisfy his whim. The first photograph I took from the pile was that of Billy Edwards. “Say, dat’s a face in the moonlight, sure. Hurry up, and turn on your vita- scope.” I did as I was bid. Placing the photograph before me, I thought hard for an instant, and then blew a thick clould of smoke. The smoke twisted and 1(55 curled for a moment, and gradually drifted apart in the center, leaving a circular frame of smoke. Through this smoke ring, I found myself looking into a large harbor, filled with all sorts of craft. A long line of mud-scows drifted across the picture. On the bow of the tug which towed them was printed in faded gilt letters the name “Steve Brodie.” “ Oh, come out of yer trance. Dis is sport, sure. -Try de next one.” Everything vanished instantly, and I found myself gazing once more at Billy Edwards’s smiling phiz. I was now intensely excited, and made haste to seize the next photograph. It was the cherub-like and innocent face of C. C. Chalfant. When the smoke had cleared, I saw a large railway depot. Trains were coming and going constantly, and the platforms were crowded with travelers. A large, palatial looking car stood by itself on one of the tracks. While I was admiring the stained glass windows and handsome woodwork with which it was adorned, I saw walking toward it, a tall fair-haired man, wearing a heavy fur-lined coat. He was accompanied by his wife and a very numerous family of children. I caught a glimpse of the conductor, brakemen and porters all bowing, and lifting their hats to him, and then the smoke concealed the rest from view. I next picked up the picture of Bob Cundall. Two young men in frock coats stood before the altar of a large church. The church was profusely decorated with flowers, and was filled with a large number of people. It was evidently going to be a wedding. But strange to say four brides, instead of one, appeared simul¬ taneously in the four aisles, and started toward the altar. The young men’s eyes seemed to start from their heads, and as one turned and fled I recognized the pale and terrified face of Cundall. “Say, dat feller must be a corker. Try dis one.” I now gazed upon the robust face of Teddy Walker. An excited mob was revealed to my gaze—a howling, disorderly crowd, made up of vicious-looking ruffians and “slugs”—the very refuse of the “slums.” In their midst, standing on a barrel, was their leader—a short, thick-set man. He was evidently urging his followers to commit some deed of violence. As he proceeded he became more and more excited. He waved his arms and shook his fists. At the very height of his oratory, to emphasize some point, he unfortunately stamped his foot, the head of the barrel gave way, and he suddenly disappeared from view. Having listened to Molly’s masterly discussions of political questions, I was not surprised to find myself next looking at a polling place. Most conspicuous in the group of loafers gathered in front of the poll, was a flashily dressed man. He wore a brown derby and a loud checked suit. A heavy gold watch-chain and an im outrageously large diamond scarf pin completed his attire. As the voters passed by toward the poll, I saw this individual button-hole a few, and after joking with them a while, he would accompany them into a neighboring saloon. George Ellinwood’s was the next photograph. Through the magic circle of smoke, I looked into a dark, dusty room. The walls were covered with bottles and glassware of all kinds. On a table in the center of the room was a large retort containing a colorless liquid in violent ebullition. A thin, gray-haired man paced nervously up and down. Every now and then he would stop to gaze intently into the retort—his hands twitching nervously all the while. Suddenly he seized the retort with trembling fingers, and poured out the liquid, which imme¬ diately solidified into a large and sparkling crystal. “ Say, dat felly is goin’ to strike it rich. Dat was a sparkler, sure. Let’s have dat one wid de Jim Corbett hair.” I picked up the photograph of Chester M. Whitney, which my young friend thus disrespectfully indicated. I was soon looking into a large room. The floor was covered with rugs, and the walls were hung with costly paintings and innumer¬ able quantities of pen-and-ink drawings. A group of wealthy-looking men stood in the center of the room, their heads craned to see some common object of interest. Finally, there was a break in the crowd, and I just caught a glimpse of a rather short young man, seated before an easel, with a pen in each hand. He was drawing two pictures at once, with great rapidity. As soon as one sketch was finished, one of the men standing near seized it and, throwing down a large roll of bills, hastened from the room. “ Say, dat felly has de long green on a string, sure. Holy Smoke, who is dis next bloke? Keyes ! Well, yer got to blow a thick cloud this time, see ! ” I looked upon the corner of a busy street. Men and women were passing in a steady stream. Sitting on the curbstone was a poor old man, grinding away at a dismal little organ. His hair was almost gone, and poverty and want had destroyed all traces of his youthful beauty. His clothes were old and ragged, and, save for a faded black sweater, were entirely insufficient to keep out the biting cold. I gladly turned from this picture of misery, and picked up the photograph of Lawrence P. Tolman. I saw a low, dingy room. In it stood one rickety chair and a rheumatic table. The paper was torn from the walls, and lay in heaps on the floor. On closer examination this wall paper appeared to be written all over with poems. The door opened, and a very seedy individual entered, bearing a large roll of manuscript. His hair hung down below his shoulders, and his eyes had a haunted, hungry expression. He cast one despairing look around the room. 167 and then hastily sat down at the table, and began to write. The rickety chair broke, but, in his literary frenzy, he paid no heed, and his pencil still moved madly over the paper. I now gazed with interest upon the features of Subbo Nikololf. At the end of a long narrow corridor I saw a small room, the door of which was heavily barred and grated. Within sat a dark-complexioned, wild-eyed little man. He held in his hand a slide-rule. All the while he muttered to himself in low, frenzied under¬ tones. Laying down the slide-rule for a moment, he seized a piece of chalk and scrawled $3.50, $3.50, $3.50, all over the walls of his cell. Then taking his rule once more, he frantically moved the slide in and out with such speed that the eye could not follow it. Again and again he went through the same round of actions, until the smoke at last veiled the sad sight. Next in the pile of photographs was that of Bert Morse. As the smoke cleared away, I looked into an office—a dirty place. The floor was covered with waste-paper baskets and cuspidores. Large letters across the windows facing me announced it to be the office of the “Wyoming Screamer.” At a desk in the corner sat a middle-aged man, almost completely bald, playing scales on a type¬ writer. Suddenly a florid-faced gentleman dashed upon the scene, waving a news¬ paper in one hand and a horsewhip in the other. The man at the desk calmly looked at him a moment, then there was a rapid movement of his hand toward his hip, a flash of light—and the smoke concealed the rest from view. “Say, dis is just like a dime novel. Spiel away, sport. Dis next one is a sweet thing, sure.” I concentrated my thoughts upon the face of Burton Lames. I soon was looking down a brilliantly-lighted hall, filled with a gaily-dressed audience. A slim young man with long, yellow locks, and an exquisite moustache waxed into long delicate points, stepped upon the stage, and walked toward a large Steinway piano. The audience appeared to be greatly excited. Fans were waved, people crowded into the aisles and stood on chairs to get a better view of this insignificant blonde. For a moment he sat motionless before the piano, then his hands moved with lightning speed over the key-board. Faster and faster they flew. He was now standing up and bringing his hands down with sledge hammer strikes. Fiercer grew his movements. With one bound he sprang upon the key-board, and with hands and feet pranced over the ivories. The audience seemed petrified. But as the last chord was struck there was a rush toward the stage, and piano, blonde,— and all were literally hidden from view by a cloud of fluttering handkerchiefs and flying bouquets. The photograph of PMward G. Beckwith was the next in the pile. After placing it before me, I saw a brilliantly lighted room, painted and frescoed without thought of expense. Down the center stretched a long, green table, around which stood a crowd of foreign looking men and flashily dressed women. At the center of the thickest of the crowd sat a young man, his dissipated face flushed with excitement. A sprawling pile of silver and gold coins lay heaped before him. Gradually this pile grew smaller. With trembling hand he staked his last coin and again lost. Turning as pale as death, he rose, and staggered from the table. After the smoke had cleared away from in front of Joe Brown’s picture, I found myself looking across a deserted street. It was night, but I managed to distinguish the cloaked figure of a man standing in the shadow of an opposite doorway. He peered restlessly up and down the street and seeing no one, he opened a hand-bag which stood beside him, and took out a large assortment of wigs, beards, and moustaches, also what appeared to be a lot of fancy dress costumes. After some deliberation, he chose a foot-ball suit, and assuming his “half-mile face” was completely disguised. A solitary pedestrian was hastening up the street. The man in the doorway sprang out upon him. There was a glint of steel, and, lo ! the poor frightened pedestrian was handcuffed. The imitation foot-ball player pointed to the police badge that glittered on his breast, and then proudly marched off with his victim. After gazing a moment upon the photograph of Dick Earle, I again found myself transferred into the midst of an exciting scene. Before me lay a race-track. The grandstand opposite was a scene of wildest confusion. Men were yelling and waving their hats. As the horses turned the corner and started down the stretch pandemonium seemed let loose. It seemed as if I could hear the shouts, and the thunder of the horses’ hoofs. Nearer and nearer they came. The jockey riding the leading horse was small, but his knotted muscles showed him to be a second � Sandow. Twenty feet from the finish the leader stumbled and fell. In an instant the jockey rose from where he had been thrown, and grasping the mighty horse in his arms, he rushed under the wire—a winner. “ Dat lad is a corker, see. Let’s have de next act.” I now gazed upon the haughty features of Lloyd j. Davis. ' I ' hrough the smoke ring I looked into a handsomely furnished office. At one end stood several stock “ tickers.” At a desk in the corner sat a gentleman of somewhat stern cast of countenance, and of rather portly figure. His clothes were irreproachable as to cut and stvle. He walked over and looked at the “ tickers.” But finding nothin o o KU) there to excite his interest, he returned to his desk, and amused himself by writing a few $100,000 checks. “ Dat makes yer feel rich to see a show like dat. Who is dis smooth-faced mug? Barnard ! Well, let ’er go, pard.” The usual transformation scene took place, and I gazed into a brilliantly lighted bar-room. The room was very crowded. I was considerably astonished to see the tall bartender, with his left hand, throw steins of beer, glasses of rum- punch and whiskey and all sorts of drinks to the farthest corners of the room with perfect accuracy of aim. “Say, quit dat. It makes me feel thirsty. Let’s have de next.” After gazing upon the rapturous smile of Dan Fish, I found myself in the midst of a staring, gaping crowd. Turning my eyes in the direction in which they were looking, 1 saw a very odd looking machine—a long, cigar-shaped car with tremendous sails, or wings, stretching far out over the crowd. Sitting in the car I saw a young man,—his slim proportions much accentuated by the pink tights he wore. Amidst great excitement the huge wings flapped, and the strange machine rose slowly and steadily into the air, and soon became a mere speck in the vast blue sky. I next placed before me the chubby countenance of Stan. Killam. A long sandy beach was disclosed to my gaze. In the foreground I noticed, with horror, a stout, clerical looking gentleman, bound hand and foot. Around him danced a dozen or more ferocious savages. Some were busily engaged in gathering wood, and placing it in a pile. Nowand then one would stop and poke the helpless victim in the ribs. Just as a powerful negro raised his ponderous club above the head of the unfortunate man, the smoke rolled in and concealed the end of the tragedy. With considerable interest I picked up the photograph of A. Winthrop Merchant. I found myself once more among scenes of civilization. I looked into a dimly lighted alcove. Through the leaves of numerous potted palms I could see beyond a brilliantly lighted hall, with couples moving about in a dreamy waltz. A very pretty and slender girl sat back in the darkest corner of the alcove, nervously pulling at her gloves. Beside her sat a young man. From his earnest gaze and his vehement gestures, I judged him to be talking of some all-absorbing subject. Finally the girl spoke—her lips scarcely moved and she kept her eyes cast down all the while. As she finished speaking, the light faded from the young man’s face. At last the girl rose and slowly walked away. But the young man, his eyes fixed in a stony stare upon some far-away point, seemed entirely un¬ conscious of her departure. 170 I next picked up the photograph of Elmer Willmarth. A wide prairie stretched before me. Suddeniy a cloud of dust appeared in the distance and rapidly grew larger. I soon made out a cowboy, heavily armed, and wearing a fierce black moustache, riding a very little mustang, and leading two other horses by their bridle reins. Behind him galloped another and larger group of horsemen. As he turned to fire at his pursuers, his mustang stumbled and fell. Instantly he was surrounded. I saw them drag him to a tree standing near and place a rope around his neck, before the picture was hidden from view by the rolling-in of the smoke cloud. Proceeding in the same way, I saw Lundgren at the head of some large steel works; Libbey in the midst of a wild African jungle, accompanied by a long train of negroes. I saw Paine lecturing before a large and interested audience. Throop appeared upon the vaudeville stage singing interminable and unamusing songs. I saw Walsh as he staggered toward the finish of a long and hard six days’ race Looking for Peter Coghlin, I found him surrounded by a group of distinguished diplomatists, in the act of signing an important treaty. A sign covering the front of a large brick block, proclaimed Charlie Day as the sole proprietor of the ‘‘ Cosmopolitan Cosmetic Co.” I found Durand at the head of a gang of swarthy laborers, engaged in building a railroad through the dense forests near the Amazon. Winfred Braman had evidently set up as an apothecary, and was doing a great business in ice-cream soda and soft drinks. 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