Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 294 of the 1910 volume:

3Prom the Electrical Engineering Elbrar? dHvcn b? 3farol5 Smitt) Ye Aftermath Class of 1910 Worcester Polytechnic Institute Worcester, Massachusetts June, 1910 AFTERMATH EDITORS gig gg 8 B $I 1 ea ii JJc Aftermath zrz : uuv,v. .«i:-u: p.t WEtte BoaritO CJ Dtt or-w-CWf zl-t a r(7 o ££4 iSssociatc Q ' yUJU TV] C LO C JXoo - H«Mj€aV K - CumNmvAv a ([ C Jy Sj ' ' Jjififlfrm {? A£0K ' t od. Jn wea iWauajcrv yT-AnJii £ , r-mUst ' L + ' MJal LaA -tr-£e y li-S € AFTERMATH BUSINESS BOARD To -John E. Sinclair Professor Emeritus of Mathematics who Closed a Remarkable Career with our Class this AFTERMATH is Dedicated with Reverence and Love by the Class of 1910 to Whom he Taught not Less of Honor than of Mathematics V Elbridge Sinclair, Ph. D. OR forty years, from the beginning until his resigna¬ tion in the year nineteen hundred and eight, Profess¬ or Sinclair occupied the chair of Higher Mathematics at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. The men of the first forty classes have sat in his recitation room and left it filled with love and respect for this man of men. John Elbridge Sinclair was born at Brentwood, New Hampshire, on the twenty-eighth day of March, 1838. It was here that he obtained his primary school education, and at Exeter Latin School near by, he prepared for college. In 1858, at the age of twenty, he was graduated from the Chandler Scientific School of Dartmouth College. His choice of vocation was made even before the completion of his college course, when he gained his first teaching experience, “boarding round,” in a district school at Falmouth, Mass. After graduation he taught for a year in the high school of Adrian, Michigan. Following four years’ service at Washington University, he became Professor of Mathematics at Dart¬ mouth, remaining with his Alma Mater for the following six years. Dur¬ ing this period Professor Sinclair married Miss Elizabeth Noyes, who died in 1868, leaving two children. In 1869, upon the founding of the Institute, then the Worcester Free Institute of Industrial Science, Doctor Sinclair accepted therein the chair of Mathematics and Civil Engineering. Worcester had become his perma¬ nent home, and in 1870 he married Miss Fletcher, then instructor in French and German at the Institute. For a dozen years, during the early life of the Institute, he supervised the course in civil engineering. He used to drive about the country keep¬ ing tabs on the parties in the field. The ancients tell us that many a case of sleeping sickness among the Civils was suddenly cured when his familiar horse and phaeton loomed up on the horizon. Yet it was in those days that Tech turned ont a Kendrick and a Darling! With the growth of the Institute, these double requirements became too great for one man, and for the rest of his career he served as head of the Mathematical Department. 8 In other institutions his work gained the same approval as here, as is evidenced by the degrees conferred upon him by them: in 1863, the degree of A.M. from Washington University; in 1879, the same degree from Dartmouth, and the further recognition from his Alma Mater by the degree of Ph.D., in 1883. To us, Professor Sinclair seemed truly one of the mythical “gentle¬ men of the old school.” His kindly, gentle manner, his ideals and his very personality proclaimed it. His frank comments upon new develop¬ ments of Institute activities revealed the depth of that personality. With simplicity and finality he judged our actions by the courage, honesty and love which he found in them, teaching us then as now in the message which he has sent to our Class from across the sea, to “fight square.” Certainly there is no man among us who can remember Professor Sinclair and not try his best to do that. Analytical geometry and calculus were the subjects that brought us to his class room, but in a sense they were the least of his teachings. Of the mathematics, we retain today perhaps no more than if another had been our guide through their intricacies; but the little lessons of honor, of truth and of sturdy manliness—these shall be with us always. In the frequent little “heart-to-heart talks,” as Doctor Sinclair liked to call them, and as they were in fact, it v r as impressed upon us that the ideals of true living were the things worth while, and that, against them, all else Avas nothing. We of Nineteen Hundred and Ten were the last Institute men to know the inspiration of this splendid man. We are thankful that we came before his retirement, and proud that we enjoy the distinction of being the last of so long a line, yet we are sincerely sorry for those who come after us. They have lost more than they can ever realize. Professor Sinclair, wherever he is or may be, shall always have with him the affection, the deep respect and heartiest good wishes of the men of Nineteen Hundred and Ten. Long life to John Elbridge Sinclair! 9 Corporation . President: Hon. Charles G. Washburn, S.B., A.B. Secretary: Rev. Daniel Merriman, D.D. Treasurer: Homer Gage, A.M., M.D. Charles H. Morgan, Esq. G. Henry Whitcomb, A.M. Rev. Austin S. Garver, A.M. Elmer P. Howe, S.B., A.B. Hon. James Logan, A.M. Lincoln N. Kinnicutt, Esq. T. Edward Wilder, S.B. For the Board of Education: Milton P. Higgins, S.B. Ex-officio: His Honor the Mayor, James Logan, A.M. 10 Committees of the Corporation Charles Gf. Washburn, Daniel Merriman, G. Henry Whitcomb, Charles G. Washburn, Lincoln N. Kinnicutt, Charles II. Morgan, G. Henry Whitcomb, Grounds, Charles G. Washburn, Milton P. Higgins, Austin S. Garver, Executive: •James Logan. Auditors: Finance: Shop: Lincoln N. Kinnicutt, G. Henry Whitcomb, His Honor the Mayor. G. Henry Whitcomb, Homer Gage. Milton P. Higgins, James Logan. Buildings, and General Expenses: G. Henry Whitcomb, T. Edward Wilder. Scholarships: Homer Gage. 11 12 Faculty Edmund A. Engler, Ph.D., LL.D., President. John E. Sinclair, Ph.D., Professor of Higher Mathematics, Emeritus. Leonard P. Kinnicutt, S.D., Professor of Chemistry. Levi L. Conant, Ph.D., Professor of Mathematics. George H. Haynes, Ph.D., Professor of Economics and Political Science. Walter L. Jennings, Ph.D., Professor of Organic Chemistry. Zelotes Wood Coombs, A.M., Professor of English, French, and German. Harold B. Smith, M.E., Professor of Electrical Engineering. Arthur Willard French, C.E., Professor of Civil Engineering. A. Wilmer Duff, D.Sc., Professor of Physics. William W. Bird, S.B., Professor of Mechanical Engineering, and Director of Washburn Shops. Alton L. Smith, M.S., Professor of Drawing and Machine Design. Charles M. Allen, M.S., Professor of Hydraulic Engineering. Joseph 0. Phelon, M.M.E., Professor of Electrical Engineering. Albert S. Richey, E.E., Professor of Electric Pailway Engineering. Carleton A. Read, S.B., Professor of Steam Engineering. Edward L. Hancock, M.S., Professor of Applied ' Mechanics. Arthur W. Ewell, Pii.D., Assistant Professor of Physics. Howard Chapin Ives, C.E., Assistant Professor of Railroad Engineer¬ ing. George R. Olshausen, M.E., Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Theoretical Electrical Engineering. Arthur D. Butterfield, M.S., A.M., Assistant Professor of Mathe¬ matics. David L. Gallup, M.E., Assistant Professor of Gas Engineering. Frederic Bonnet, Jr., Pii.D., Assistant Professor of Chemistry. Robert C. Sweetser, S.B., Assistant Professor of Analytical Chem¬ istry. 13 14 Edmund Arthur Engler, Ph.D., LL. D. President Edmund Arthur Engler was born in St. Louis, Mo., Dec. 23, 1856. He graduated from Washington University in that city in 1876, with the degree of Bachelor of Arts. He was awarded the degree of Bachelor of Philosophy in 1877, that of Master of Arts in 1879, and the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in 1892. In 1901 his Alma Mater conferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Laws. Doctor Engler served as Professor of Mathematics at Washington University for twenty-seven years, and for the last two years as Dean of the Engineering School connected with that institution. He has amplified his scholarly career by studies in Europe. The wide scope of President Engler’s work in science is shown best by the positions he has served on various committees, and his member¬ ship in learned societies. Some of his positions have been: President of the Academy of Science of St. Louis (1898 to 1901) ; Member of Wash¬ ington University Eclipse Expedition to Norman, Cal.; Secretar}- of the Round Table of St. Louis; Chairman of the Jury in the Department of Manufactures at the Pan-American Exposition at Buffalo, and Chairman of the International Jury on Instruments of Precision, at the Louisiana Purchase Expositiou. He is a member of the National Geographical So¬ ciety, of the Council of the American Antiquarian Society, of the Amer¬ ican Mathematical Society, and a Fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. Doctor Engler has been President of the Worcester Polytechnic In¬ stitute since 1901. and his nine years have been years of progress. 15 Professors Leonard P. Kinnicutt, D.Sc., Professor of Chemistry Doctor Kinnicutt was graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1875. ITe then took a course of study abroad, spend¬ ing one year at Heidelberg, and a year and a half at Bonn. He also studied a short time at Johns Hopkins University, and then became instructor in Qualitative Analysis at Harvard. Doctor Kinnicutt received his D.Sc. degree from Harvard in 1882, and a year later came to Tech as Assistant Professor of Chemistry. In 1885 he received the full pro¬ fessorship. Doctor Kinnicutt is a recognized authority on sanitation, both in this country and abroad. Levi L. Con ant, Ph.D., Professor of Higher Mathematics Doctor Conant was born in Littleton, Mass., in 1857. He prepared for college at Andover, graduating from Dartmouth in 1879. Prom 1880- 83 he was principal of the high school in Mankato, Minn., later serving as Superintendent of Schools in Deadwood, S. D., also in Rapid City in the same State. In 1887 Doctor Conant was made Professor of Mathe¬ matics in the Dakota School of Mines, which position he filled until 1890. He came to the Institute in 1891. Doctor Conant is a Fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, and a member of the American Mathematical Society. For a long period he was a member of the School Committee of Worcester, acting last year as its Chairman. He is one of the nine members of the newly reorganized State Board of Education. 16 George H. Haynes, Ph.D., Professor of Economics and Political Science Doctor Haynes graduated from Amherst College in 1887, and at once became one of the teaching force at Tech, where he remained for three years. In 1890 he left, to pursue a course of study at Johns Hop¬ kins University, where he received the degree of Ph.D. in 1893. He returned to the Institute and accepted the professorship which he now holds. He is a member of the American Historical Association, the American Political Science Association, and the American Antiquarian Society. Walter L. Jennings, Ph.D., Professor of Organic Che?nistry Doctor Jennings is a Harvard graduate, having received his A.B. in 1889. After three years of advanced work at the same college, he received his Ph.D. The following two years were spent in study at Berlin and Heidelberg. On his return from Europe he came to Tech as Assist¬ ant Professor of Physics, later becoming Assistant Professor of Chem¬ istry. Doctor Jennings has the happy faculty of making a scientific lecture very entertaining. He is a tennis expert and a patron of sport in general. Zelotes Wood Coombs, A. M., Professor of Modern La?iguages Professor Coombs graduated from Amherst College in 1888. For a year after graduation he was an instructor in Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Later he went to the University of Virginia, both as a student and instructor. In 1890 he came to the Worcester Polytechnic Institute as Instructor in Modern Languages. He held this position, together with that of President’s Clerk, until 1894, when he went abroad and studied at the University of Berlin. On his return he was made Assistant Pro¬ fessor of Modern Languages at Tech. He spent the summer of 1901 in study in Paris, and since 1903 has been the head of the Language Depart¬ ment. 17 William W. Bird, S.B., Professor of Mechanical Engineering Professor Bird was graduated from the Institute in 1887, and re¬ mained for three years as an instructor and graduate student. Upon the completion of his graduate work he took charge of his father’s foundry, and also became a teacher in the Prospect Union at Cambridge. He returned to the Institute as Assistant Professor of Mechanical En¬ gineering for two years, during the erection and equipment of the Me¬ chanical Engineering Laboratory, and at about the same time became President and Treasurer of the Broadway Foundry Company. He again returned to Tech in 1903 as head of the Mechanical Engineering Depart¬ ment, and Director of the Washburn Shops, the position which he now holds. Alton L. Smith, M.S., Professor of Drawing and Machine Design Professor Smith entered the Institute with the Class of 1890, after having received considerable practical experience in the machine shop of J. Duckworth Company of Springfield. After graduation he be¬ came an instructor in the Drawing Department, and in 1899 received the degree of Master of Science. In 1900 he became Assistant Professor of Machine Design, and in 1906 received 1 the title of Professor of Drawing and Machine Design, and became the head of the Department of Draw¬ ing. Charles M. Allen, M.S., Professor of Ply draulic Engineering Professor Allen is a graduate of the Institute in the Class of 1894, and after the completion of his course returned as an instructor in the Mechanical Department. He received the degree of Master of Science in 1900, and two years later he was appointed Assistant Professor of Experimental Engineering. At present he has complete charge of the Mechanical Laboratories and all experimental work in the department. Aside from his work at the Institute, Professor Allen is an hydraulic engineer of note and is a recognized authority on water-wheels and turbines. 18 Harold B. Smith, M.E., Professor of Electrical Engineering Professor Smith was born in Barre, Mass., in 1869, and is a graduate of Cornell University. After taking a post-gradnate course there he became Adjunct Professor of Electrical Engineering, in charge of the department, at Arkansas State University. He stayed at this school a year before accepting a position as head designer and electrical engineer for the Elektron Manufacturing Company of Springfield, Mass. After this he assumed the Professorship of Electrical Engineering and the direc¬ tion of the School of Electrical Engineering at Purdue University. In 1896 he came to Worcester Polytechnic Institute, and has since developed the then infant electrical department into its present well-equipped and highly efficient state. Arthur W. French, C.E., Professor of Civil Engineering Professor French was graduated from the Thayer School of Civil Engineering, Dartmouth College, in 1892. His first position was with the Tower Bros., Holyoke, Mass. From there he went to Denver, Colo., where he engineered the construction of the Platte River Paper Com¬ pany’s plant. He was later made assistant engineer in bridge design for the Denver Gulf Railroad. He left this position to become Asso¬ ciate Professor of Civil Engineering at his Alma Mater, which position he held until he came to the Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1899. Professor French is a member of the American Society of Civil Engineers and the Society for the Promotion of Engineering Education. A. Wilmer Duff, D.Sc. (Edin.), Professor of Physics Professor Duff is a graduate of the University of New Brunswick and, after four years’ study, obtained the degree of Master of Arts from the University of Edinburgh. He then spent a year at the University of Berlin, and in 1899 became Substitute Professor of Physics at the Univer¬ sity of Madras. After a year in this position, he accepted a similar posi¬ tion in the University of New Brunswick, and remained there till 1893, when he was called to occupy the chair of Professor of Physics at Pur¬ due. In 1899 he came to Tech as head of the Department of Physics, and has filled that position up to the present time. In 1901 the University of Edinburgh conferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Science. 19 Joseph O. Phelon, M.M.E., Professor of Electrical Engineering Professor Phelon was born in Cherry Valley, New York. He was graduated from Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1887, with the degree of S.B. in Mechanical Engineering, and was then appointed assistant in physics. In 1890 he received the degree of S.B. in Electrical Engineer¬ ing. Having received the appointment as Fellow in Electrical Engineer¬ ing, he spent the year 1900-01 at Sibley College, Cornell University, and received the degree of M.M.E. in June, 1901. When the Electrical De¬ partment was formed at Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1896, Pro¬ fessor Phelon became Instructor in Electricity, receiving his appointment as Assistant Professor of Electrical Engineering in 1901, and Professor of Electrical Engineering in 1907. Albert S. Richey, B.M.E., Professor of Electric Railway Engineering Professor Richey was born in Muncie, Ind., April 10, 1874. After graduating from the high school there in 1890, he took up the electrical engineering course at Purdue University, from which he graduated in 1894. In 1896 Professor Richey entered the employ of the Citizens’ Street Railway Company at Muncie, and in 1808 he was made chief electrician of that company. In April, 1899, he went to Marion, Ind., as chief electrician of the Marion City Railway Company. In October, 1905, he accepted the position of Assistant Professor of Electrical Rail¬ way Engineering at Worcester Polytechnic Institute, and he became Professor of that subject in 1907. Arthur W. Ewell, Ph.D., Assistajit Professor of Physics Doctor Ewell is a graduate of Yale University, and has also taken extensive graduate work at the Johns Hopkins University. He came to the Institute in 1901 as Instructor of Physics, and later became Assistant Professor of Physics. Besides his training here, he has also spent some time abroad, studying under eminent G-erman physicists. He has spent considerable time in research work, and has perfected an electrical method for producing ozone which has been adopted in a number of industries. Doctor Ewell’s latest work is a book on “Physical Chem¬ istry,” used in the chemistry course. 20 Howard C. Ives, C.E., Assistant Professor of Railroad Engineering Professor Ives was graduated from the Sheffield Scientific School, Yale, in 1898. During the following year he took a post-graduate course in the same school and received the degree of C.E. From that time till his appointment as instructor at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1900, he was engaged in practicing his profession. In 1903 he was appointed Assistant Professor of Civil Engineering at the University of Pennsylvania. He left there in 1906 and returned to the Worcester Polytechnic Institute as Assistant Professor of Railroad Engineering. Professor Ives has made many contributions to engineering literature. George R. Olshausen, M.E., Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Theoretical Electrical Engineering Professor Olshausen was graduated from a five-year course in me¬ chanical engineering- at Washington University, where he received his M.E. degree in 1890. During the year 1890-91 he was employed as assistant engineer for the Union Depot Railroad Company, St. Louis, becoming their chief engineer in 1891. The year 1894-95 he spent as chemical manufacturer with C. O. Knoblauch, and as Instructor in Theo¬ retical and Practical Astronomy at Washington University. He again entered the employ of the Union Depot Railroad Company in 1895 as chief engineer. He spent five years studying in Berlin. He came to Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1907. Arthur D. Butterfield, M.S., A.M., Assistant Professor ■ of Mathematics Professor Butterfield received the degree of B.S. from the Worcester Polytechnic Institute in 1893. From 1893-4 he was in charge of field surveys in the U. S. Lighthouse establishment. In 1894 he returned to the Institute as Assistant Professor of Civil Engineering, which position lie held four years, receiving the degree of M.S. from his Alma Mater in 1898. He went to the University of Vermont in 1898 as Instructor in Mathematics, to become later Professor of Mathematics and Mechanics at the same institution. In 1908 he left the University to return to Tech as Assistant Professor of Mathematics, and here lias shown the same active interest in athletics that lie exhibited when he played on the varsity in ’93. 21 Carleton A. Read, S.B., Professor of Steam Engineering Professor Read graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Tech¬ nology with the Class of 1891, and immediately returned as Instructor in Mechanical Engineering, which position he held until 1899. He was then appointed to the chair of Professor of Mechanical Engineering at New Hampshire State College at Durham, N. H. Upon the retirement of Professor Rockwood at the end of 1908, Professor Read was appointed Professor of Steam Engineering at the Institute. Outside of his work at Tech he has charge of the instruction in steam engineering at Frank¬ lin Union in Boston. Much of Professor Read’s time has been spent in laying out heating and ventilating systems, and in making tests of power plants. He is a member of the American Society of Mechanical Engi¬ neers. Robert C. Sweetser, S.B., Assistant Professor of Analytical Chemistry Professor Sweetser is an alumnus of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute, graduating with the Class of 1883. After his graduation, he immediately returned to the Institute as an assistant to Doctor Kinnicutt. Later he became an Instructor in Analytical Chemistry, and afterwards took charge of the gas analysis and water analysis courses. In 1909 he was made Assistant Professor of Analytical Chemistry. Professor Sweet¬ ser, by his ability and thoroughness, has won the respect and esteem of his students. Frederic J. Bonnet, Jr., Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Chemistry Professor Bonnet is a graduate of Washington University, St. Louis. He received his Ph.D. at Harvard, and also spent considerable time studying in Germany. For a year before coming to the Institute, Pro¬ fessor Bonnet was an instructor at the Iowa State College. He was made Instructor in Inorganic Chemistry and Organic Analysis in 1904, and in 1909 he received his appointment as Assistant Professor of Chem¬ istry. As an amateur he has done very skillful and artistic work in photography and in ceramics. He has gained the reputation of being one of the most widely informed men on the Hill. Carl D. Knight, S.B., Assistant Professor of Experimental Electrical Engineering Professor Knight was graduated from the Worcester Polytechnic Institute with the Class of 1903. For a year after graduation he was connected with the testing department of the General Electric Company at Schenectady, N. Y. He returned to the Institute in the fall of 1904 as an instructor in electrical engineering, and in 1909 he received his appointment as Assistant Professor of Experimental Electrical Engineer¬ ing. Professor Knight is an associate member of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. David L. Gallup, M.E., Assistant Professor of Gas Engineering Professor Gallup was graduated from the Institute in 1901, and immediately returned as an assistant in the Mechanical Department. He was for a time instructor in free-hand and mechanical drawing. At pres¬ ent he has the courses in gas engines, and is also Professor Allen’s associate in the work in the Mechanical Laboratories. Professor Gallup’s hobby is gas and gasoline engines, and he has devoted considerable of his time to experimental work along these lines, which has made him thoroughly con¬ versant with the subject. In the fall of 1909 he received his appointment as Assistant Professor of Gas Engineering. Edward L. Hancock, M.S., Professor of Applied Mechanics Professor Hancock is a graduate of the University of Wisconsin with the Class of 1898. In 1902 he received the degree of M.S. from his Alma Mater. From 1900 to 1902 he was an instructor in the University, and from 1902 to 1906 he was an instructor in Purdue University. In 1906 he received his appointment as Assistant Professor. In 1909 he came to the Worcester Polytechnic Institute as Professor of Applied Mechanics. Professor Hancock is a contributor to several magazines, and has written several books, of which the latest is “Applied Mechanics for Engineers.” He is a member of the American Society for Testing Ma¬ terials, the International Society of Testing Materials, and the Society for the Promotion of Engineering Education. He is an authority on compression and tension tests, and is largely interested in research work. 23 Instructors Daniel F. O’Regan, S.B., Instructor in General Chemistry. John Jernberg, Instructor in Forge Practice. Howard Parker Fairfield, Instructor in Machine Construction. D. F. Calhane, Ph.D., Instructor in Industrial Chemistry. Wilber R. Tilden, Instructor in Pattern-making. Austin M. Works, A.M., Instructor in Language. John R, McConnell, S.B., Instructor in Mechanical Drawing. James C. Davis, S.B., Instructor in Mechanical Drawing. Francis J. Adams, E.E., Instructor in Electrical Engineering. Charles Edwin Robinson, A.M., Instructor in French and German. Walter D. Stearns, E.E., Instructor in Electrical Engineering. James A. Bullard, B.A., Instructor in Mathematics. Royal W. Davenport, S.B., Instructor in Civil Engineering. Charles J. Adams, B.A., Instructor in Modern Languages. Samuel E. Balcom, Instructor in Management of Engines and Boilers. Reginald H. Palmer, Instructor in Foundry Practice. Albert W. Hull, Ph.D., Instructor in Physics. Morton Masius, Ph.D., Instructor in Physics. Albert A. Nims, S.B., Instructor in Physics. Ralph E. Spaulding, S.B., Instructor in Civil Engineering. Winfred N. Bagley, S.B., Instructor in Mathematics. Alden W. Baldwin, S.B., Graduate Assistant in Mechanical Engineer¬ ing. Richmond W. Smith, S.B., Graduate Assistant in Mechanical Engi¬ neering. Ralph D. Whitmore, S.B., Graduate Assistant in Mechanical Engi¬ neering. Ray H. Taber, S.B., Graduate Assistant in Electrical Engineering. C. Eugene Putnam, S.B., Graduate Assistant in Electrical Engineer¬ ing. 26 WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE 27 WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE—NORTHWEST SIDE 28 ELECTRICAL LABORATORY 25 ) WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE—EAST SIDE 30 INSTITUTE POND AND NORTH END CAMPUS FORGE ROOM WOOD-TURNING ROOM Air Castles ND behold, one night a lordly senior, much wearied and distraught with vain attempts at puzzling out the mysterious formula! of hydraulics, and the many and various infinitesimal differences of numberless types of gas engines, is at last lulled by the soothing influences of his ancient corncob, and that most com¬ fortable of all reading positions, on the small of his back, in an easy-chair, with his feet as high as his head, into that transitional state of coma wherein he reads ten lines and then dreams awhile and then reads the same ten lines again, not perceiv¬ ing that he has ever read them before. From this most annoying state, he soon lapses into that comfortable condition when his book falls to the floor, and his mouth drops open, and the symphony begins of which he is all unconscious. Then it was that he dreamed a dream, parts of which he had often dreamed before, but which now appeared joined into one glorious whole, so radiant and wonderful that it nearly enthused him with hope for a better time to come. Behold now the dream and the feeble interpretation thereof: A man sits at a. desk, a man bent with work, his hair thin on the crown, and his forehead deeply lined with care; but lo, the lines disappear and his shoulders straighten and a smile spreads o’er his countenance, for at last he has decided to take a rest and return once more to those buildings crowning Boynton Hill which, though once most cordially hated, have become, through some dear memories, beloved. But see, the scene changes, and he is now threading his way up Salis¬ bury Street as of old. How natural it all looks: the park has changed but little, and the old chapter house is still on the comer, but what is this lordly building set slightly back from the street in the old Hill estate, as he knew it, a building long and high, and seeming, on this spring after¬ noon, to teem with life? As he draws nearer, he sees, over the main entrance, the legend, “Sinclair Hall,” and then he knows it to be that dormitory of which he has vaguely heard. And as he looks further, the whole campus seems changed and, becoming somewhat bewildered, he does 32 not know just what to do. A sophomore, however, with an afternoon off, thinks this old fellow, who seems rather fuddled, may furnish him some sport; so, lolling from his window, he begins to josh him. But he soon discovers that it is an old grad that he is jollying and, a little sorry for his foolishness, offers to guide him over the campus and show him all that is new. They first go through the great dormitory, which in the old days would have held more than half the college, but which now serves barely a quarter, so has it grown. As they pass through the long corridors and look, now and again, into some of the numerous rooms, he is reminded of that little room, on a side street, that he once occupied so many years ago, for, though the new ones are larger and more convenient, the college man’s idea of room decoration seems to have perpetual youth. The walls are covered with banners and posters and feminine pictures of many varieties, while clubs and racquets and trophies litter and decorate the rooms in the same old way. The pair finally come forth and start toward the old road which still winds up the hill. But hold! whence have gone those tennis courts, and that eleven-lap cinder track around which he had ground so many a weary mile? A stone building covers the whole area and his guide tells him that herein is the Assembly Hall, where the chapel exercises are held, and Commencement and all other meetings which call the whole student body together. Capable of seating fifteen hundred people, well lighted, and furnished with comfortable chairs, it is a great departure from the ancient chapel in the Boynton Hall of his day. Greater wonders are still in store, however, for below the auditorium is the “Tech Refectory,” where four hundred students board, and where (wonder of wonders!) food may be obtained at any hour of the day. And the grad, thinks of that dog wagon which was never open when he was hungry. Now they climb the Hill, and old familiar scenes come to his eye, for outwardly the top of the Hill is hardly changed. “Salisbury” is there as of old, the arm still wields the hammer above the Shops, and how natural to see the old clock on Boynton Tower ten minutes slow. Once inside the old hall, however, the guide is again necessary, for it now con¬ tains nothing else than the administration offices and a central library which occupies the two upper floors. No more will the old chapel ring to the tales of prowess of him who slew the “great bear” and overcame the “beetle-browed villain.” Soon they are out again and, going around the west end of the old hall, find that the winds have not lessened a bit. And now what a strange picture is spread out before him! No other than a great athletic field with its broad quarter-mile track surrounding diamond and gridiron lies before him. And the climax of the whole is the Tech Union down by Institute Road, the building of 33 34 WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE AS WE DREAM OF IT which he heard so much in student days and which has cost him so much since. The soph takes him in to see the sights: the great gymnasium, with its well-banked track, the swimming pool, and the trophy room. How his eyes stick out as he enters this last! Professor Coombs’ office would have been packed solid with this collection, and he notices with delight how many of the gay-colored footballs are purple. What a mass of cups and banners there axe there, too. The old grad lingers here long and lovingly, for here and there is a trophy which reminds him of the old days, a picture here of that wonderful football team of ’09, the old cross-country banner with the three 1910’s on it (his guide tells him that the record has not been equaled since), and in a corner some of the old track banners. He hates to leave, but it is getting dusk and he must not neglect to inspect the new Civil Engineering Building down beyond Salisbury, before he takes supper with his guide. They take a peek into the new drafting rooms, with their fine, modern equipment, and another at that former eighth wonder of the world, the Electrical Lab, and then hie them to the refectory to meet the fellows and have supper. The old grad u 7 as just preparing to attack a fine thick s)i: :55: “Hire a hall!!! Who asked you to give a concert? No wonder you get screwed, when you sleep all the time. ” “ Oh, can’t you let a fellow alone ? G-e-e! but I wish I didn’t have to undress! What time is it, anyway?” “Two o’clock.” “Oh Lord! Well, it was better than studying gas, in any case.” 35 Student Organizations The Athletic Association 00M 15, Boynton Hall, sacred always to onr own Pro¬ fessor Sinclair, is a fitting place; for there one still sees the snowy head and the kindly eyes hovering over the table on the platform, and the old walls still whisper to a listening ear the little sermons of honor, of truth, and of things worth doing, which they heard from the lips of that old-school gentleman. The little group of eleven, in the corner of many rows of empty chairs, makes the room seem almost deserted. Three are grave, bearded men. The rest are younger; some are blackened with the grime of the machine shop, others are greasy and perspiring from recent struggles with coils and dynamos; one reeks of fumes of the laboratory, another is weather-beaten, and his high boots are streaked with the mud of the traverse. What a motley gathering! Is it possible that this is the Board of Athletic Directors, on which the destinies of Tech Athletic activities rest, which we have heard dis¬ cussed, condoned and criticised, until w T e imagined that it must be a body of princely-paid, highly-fed magnates, coming together at intervals to dis¬ cuss—like other frenzied financiers—how they might best deceive the people? This serious gathering appears different; it almost seems busy—as though there were other things demanding its attention. Yet this is the Board of Directors—sitting as it has sat and will sit in years to come, in consultation on matters of Institute athletic policy, which require the careful judgment of the few acting for the wdiole. Only one who has served knows its responsibilities, and—if he be sensitive to public opinion—its rewards. One might question whether or not the destiny of Tech athletics does rest with the Board. In any particular instance, this is probably not true, because its power is, in all matters, subject to the will of the student body as expressed in a mass meeting of the Athletic Association. But it is for 36 the Board to lead and the Association to follow—which the latter some¬ times does without realizing. Often the Board has been driven to adopt some radical measure which it knows to be contrary to the student wishes as the only method of bringing decisive action from the latter, and of bringing home some point which the student body knows of, but to which it will not give effective consideration. And the trials of finance—that bane of Tech athletics which now bids fair to pass into tradition! This, above all, has been the sure-enough hair-remover of the Board. Those concise, red-inked reports of acting Treasurer Coombs, with tiny assets and tremendous liabilities, have made many a director’s heart sink in despair. Yet they have struggled bravely on in adversity, through panics, and through discouraging lack of interest on the part of their supporters; little by little, with the courage of des¬ peration, they have asked and worked for more practical support, until today they stand and the Tech student organization stands at the goal of years; for every branch of athletics has its full appropriation, every bill is paid, and the balance is on the credit side. Of course, much—indeed most—of the credit is due to the awakened spirit of the student body, but cannot some little measure of praise be given “the men behind the guns”? As the Board is of the student body, and the student body is an assembly of classes, so we of 1910 have had our representation upon it. The redoubtable and irrepressible “Chub” Waring has been our spokes¬ man for four entire years—the first two as director, then vice-president, and finally as president. Long live ‘ ‘ Chub ’ ’! Others who have helped are: sophomore year, Carl Atherton, secretary; junior year, Jim Tabb, treasurer, and Bill Weir, director; senior year, Paul Kennedy, director. Some of the actions of the Board during our Tech life are interesting. On Oct. 1, 1906, it was voted that a subscription of $100 be taken up in order to obtain a similar amount offered by the alumni, for leveling Alumni Field. On Sept. 28, 1907, the Board decided that it should itself elect all assistant managers of athletic teams, the latter having been pre¬ viously appointed by the managers. By a vote on March 11, 1909, the Board decided (and that was a momentous decision) that because of lack of funds, track athletics were to be abolished. March 16. 1909, the motion was reconsidered and the abolishment removed— however, a mass meeting of the Association had been held, March 15, the vote of the Board rescinded, and $288, in support of athletics, subscribed. In the matter of finances again: Oct. 1, 1906, the Board made a feeble wail for the help of $1 from each student; by Sept. 28, 1907, it had waxed sufficiently courageous to increase this amount to $3; on Sept. 29, 1908, it grew precocious and re- cpiested two $2 payments, one each half year; but in the blessed year of our seniority, on October the second, it put away childish things and de- manded, in personal pledges, mind you, on or before—not a week or a month after—but on or before Nov. 15, the guarantee of $4 per capita. Strangest of all, the pledges were forthcoming. Thus did the skeleton in our closet fall and crumble into dust. Can we of 1910 feel that we are in some measure responsible for this quite remarkable growth of practical Tech spirit? Frankly, we do in our inmost, tiny little, dusty little corners of our hearts feel that way about it, and the results really seem to relieve us of appearing vain and pre¬ sumptuous. In the first, place: aren’t athletics financially well established today? Have you ever known them to be so before? Haven’t they been creeping in that direction slowly and surely and steadily since first we showed our brother classes how to meet assessments promptly? In the second place, take note of the frequency with which the Board of Directors meets: during our freshman year, the number of its meetings was three; during the sophomore year, nine; junior year, fifteen, and the present year promises to increase the number correspondingly. Again, consider the number of mass meetings of the Association for deliberative purposes: freshman year, one; sophomore year, two, and junior year, four. The attendance of the student body at the annual Association election is about as accurate a barometer of real Tech spirit as we have, and these attendance figures are surely enlightening in their sequence: freshman year, 89; sophomore year, 153; junior year, 189, and senior year, 208. There you have the fads—just plain facts. Plot the curves and see what root gives the plus sign. Thus has the Athletic Association grown to strength and real being, during our four years’ life on the Hill. Seriously, we realize that it was not because of us alone, but we are glad to think that the change for better conditions came while we were at the “Stute,” and that we could have lent a helping hand. 38 The Journal FTER the lingering decease, in 1896, of the “W P I,” the need was felt for a periodical to serve as a medium for publication for work which was done on the Hill, and to keep the Alumni in touch with the Institute, and with each other. Accordingly, in November, 1897, there appeared the first issue of “The Journal of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute,” and since that time the magazine has come out bi-monthly, five times dur¬ ing the school year. The articles contributed are chiefly descriptive of the work or experience of members of the Alumni, Faculty and students, and have proved valuable to others engaged in similar work. Besides them, there are the Institute Notes, doings of the Alumni, and the proceedings of the various engineering societies on the Hill. The staff: Carlyle A. Atherton, TO, Editor-in-chief. Philip S. Cushing, ’ll, Assistant Editor. Franklin B. Furber, ’12, Assistant Editor. Representing the Alumni, A. D. Butterfield, ’93, Worcester, Mass. George A. Denny, ’95, Philadelphia, Pa. Ernest L. Thrower, ’01, Cleveland. Ohio. Frederick K. Hill, Chicago, Ill. Robert H. Taylor, ’95, San Francisco, Cal. Louis C. Smith, ’92, Boston, Mass. Percy E. Barbour, ’96, Goldfield, Nev. S. E. Whaley, New York city. F. R. Davis, Schenectady, N. Y. J. E. Smith, Washington, D. C. Prof. George II. Haynes, Managing Editor. Associate Editors Prof. A. W. French, Prof. A. D. Butterfield, Prof. C. M. Allen. Prof. J. 0. Phelon, Prof. Frederick Bonnet, Jr. Clarence A. G. Pease, TO, Business Manager. Edward IT. Classen, ’ll, Assistant Business Manager. John M. Walker, T2, Assistant Business Manager. The Journal is published on the first of November, January, March, May and July. 39 40 TECH NEWS STAFF VOL. I. — NO. 10 WORCESTER. MASS.. WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 17. 1909 + 0,-0 Holy Cross and Tech in Great¬ est Contest on Record in Worcester For the first time in fifteen years the biggest crowd on record at a Tech-Holy Cross game failed to see tbc purple and white eleven triumph and incidentally witnessed what was unquestionably the greatest football game ever played in Worcester. The result was a tie, 0-0, bijt it was virtually :♦ victory for Tech, for they outplayed their opponents at all stages of the game. The element of luck was more evenly divided than ever before, and both teams wefre obliged to play solely on their merits right through the contest. There was a commendable lack of rough play.” as compared with � o” ' m s bet we ' . the “ PRICE THREE CENTS From the Tech standpoint, the work of the eleven, as a whole, and individ¬ ually, could hardly be improved upon, fn fact, il$ work was an agreeable sur prise, and iliey played a far faster and surer game than even its most optimistic supporters gave it credit of being able, to do The manner to which the student body rushed on the field after the game and curried off our boys on thoir shoulders leaves a great deal of uncertainty ' as to who should get the greatest share of individual credit for play. The writer would not dure express an opinion, for there is too much room for argument. Everybody will agree, however, that the honors lie between four men—Bir¬ die Ilallignn, Jack Power, Dodge and llleasou. Birdie Halligan game 1 k has ye N registration day, Sept. 15th, 1909, we were asked tc lend a few minutes’ time, to give a little money to¬ wards the support of a new line of student activity at the Institute. Men active in Tech work, and known to nearly every fellow in the school, cornered us and relieved us of fifty cents—the price of a year’s sub¬ scription to the Tech News. The object of the News was set forth in the first number, and also some pointed remarks about how the student body could keep the paper alive or kill it. The purpose has been “to place at the disposal of the student body an organ beneficial to Tech without and within.” It was to chronicle student life, and also give athletic managers, engineering societies and various clubs and organizations a medium in which the Faculty, instructors and students could be easily and forcibly reached. The idea of publishing this college paper here at Tech originated with Stanley Stewart and Yu-Shu Chin. At first not much could be done by them, but a year later 0. H. Eschholz joined forces with them; and then steps were taken to establish such a paper by organizing a suitable staff, bringing the matter to the attention of the Faculty, and weighing the chances for the existence of such an enterprise on Tech Hill. It was necessary, in order that the paper should he in touch with all the school, that a great number of men should be actively associated with it. H. R. Power, P. S. Kennedy, 0. I. Lee and W. T. Montague are some of those who have lent most vital .aid from the very start. The principal offices have been filled during the year as follows: Editor-in-chief, 0. H. Eschholz. Assistant Editor, H. R. Power. Athletic Editor, P. S. Kennedy. Exchange Editor, C. T. Leigh. Engineering Editor, C. W. Taft. Society Editor, E. M. Flaherty. Associate Editors, 0. I. Lee, Y. Chin. There have been many outside contributors, and among others H. K. Cummings, H. R. Frizzell, H. E. Stowell and 0. B. Jacobs have been prominent. Responsible for the financial interests of the paper are S. P. Stewart, business manager; Bryant Bigelow, advertising manager, and several assistants. If all these men are willing and ready to give a part of their time to bringing the whole student body in closer touch, it is certain that the student body can afford a little time and a very little money each week towards keeping this branch of activity alive now and in future years. Note It has been very difficult to obtain any information as to who were on the editorial staff of the Tech News. It was a secret. One or two men were known, however, and were told that if they did not tell who their associates were, they and their work would be totally ignored by the Aftermath. Now there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is, not being talked about. Inside of thirty- six hours, twenty-seven different lists with all information desirable had been received. Seven of these were in as many different handwritings, while the other twenty were all in the same hand, and were found in twenty different mail boxes in Boynton Hall, and all were addressed to ‘ c Editor of 1910 Aftermath.” These twenty, strange to say, all bore the same sporadic newspaper style of the Fall River Globe. 42 Worcester Cosmopolitan Club Honorary Member: Dr. Edmund A. Engler Active Members: Dr. Frederic Bonnet, Jr. Prof. Zelotes W. Coombs Dr. A. Wilmer Duff Dr. Walter L. Jennings Dr. George R. Olshausen Pedro M. Capdevila Michele F. Croce William C. Greenough Olan I. Lee Hubert P. T. Matte Wallace T. Montague Stanley P. Stewart Noel Totti Yu-Shu Chin Otto H. Eschholz Paul S. Kennedy Charles T. Leigh Francisco M. de Mattos Henry R. Power Etienne Totti Rafael Vidal 43 The Young Men’s Christian Association HE Young Men’s Christian Association at Tech orig¬ inated in 1868, when the student prayer meetings were first begun. No definite steps, however, were taken to organize until 1891, when Tech took her place as a part of the International Association. From that time to the present it has been a live factor for good at the Institute. The aim of the Association has always been and is to develop manly, Christian lives in the fellows, and to help them see that there is something better than the sordid aims that often dominate our lives. It stands for honest endeavor to do the right thing and do it first. Its activities are varied. At the opening of the Institute in the fall of each year, an information bureau is conducted for the benefit of the freshmen. Also a handbook full of useful information is published and distributed to both students and instructors. During the opening week a reception is tendered to the freshman class, at which time they are introduced to the various activities of Tech life and given a hearty welcome to the Institute. Regular meet¬ ings of the Association are held each Wednesday evening. These are in charge of the students, who secure leaders from among the fellows or from an outside source. In this way many interesting and helpful talks are heard during the year. The Association also conducts Bible and mission study classes, which meet weekly on some afternoon convenient for the members thereof. During this past year the Association supplied a long- felt want at the Institute. A Tech calendar appeared shortly before the Christmas holidays and met with such ready sale that it is likely to be made an annual feature hereafter. These seem to be the most interesting features of the Association’s work, and should show that the organization is filling its place on the Hill. 44 The Young Men’s Christian Association Officers for Year 1909-1910. President, R. G. Gold, ’10. Vice-president, M. F. Clement, ’10. Treasurer, J. B. Patch, ’10. Recording Secretary, L. G. Wesson, ’10. Corresponding Secretary, H. E. Stowell, ’ll. Chairmen of Committees. Bible Study, C. A. G. Pease, ’10. Religious Meetings, O. B. Jacobs, ’10. Handbook, H. E. Stowell, ’ll. Information, G. I. Gilchrest, ’12. Reception, L. H. Treadwell, T2. Membership, P. C. Kneil, ’ll. Finance, J. B. Patch ’10. Northfield, R. D. Whitmore, ’09. Industrial, J. A. Bullard-Williams, ’08. 45 Glee Club ECH has had a glee club this year that has made a good showing for itself in its several appearances. The initial bow of the organization was made in the lecture room in the Electrical Building, one after¬ noon about the first of March. A good bunch of fellows turned out and all seemed satisfied with the entertainment. The next appearance was at the Tech Banquet, and here the Glee Club did a lot to make the affair the success that it was. Since that time the organization has appeared in Worcester at the Evening High School graduation and has made at least one out-of-town appearance, and other dates are to be filled after this copy goes to press. The Glee Club started off the year with C. A. G. Pease as director, but he finally resigned because of other duties, and W. A. Sleeper has been director since that time. E. M. Flaherty has acted as manager through¬ out the year. Those in the organization are given below: First tenors: Butler, Dolan, W. A. Sleeper. Second tenors: Vahill, Purrington, Taylor, Turner. First bass: Carrico, Dickey, Riordan, Stearns. Second bass: Cushing, Shaw. 46 The Orchestra HE Tech Orchestra got into excellent form this year under the leadership of Butler, who has had consider¬ able experience in this sort of work. This organiza¬ tion started off: the year by playing at the freshman reception. Since then they have made several public appearances. The informal dances that they have played for in Electric Lab have been well supported by the fellows, and the balcony around the laboratory makes a very good place for little affairs of this nature. The Orchestra was right there at the Tech banquet, and likewise throughout the year they have been ever on the job, and have given Tech an orchestra that well deserves praise. Tech “band” is always a sure-enough enthusiasm reviver. Among the fellows that have had a part in the Orchestra are : Wolcott, Watson, Weidenmiller, Kennedy, Gale, Smith, Panton, Cunningham, Rider, and others. It is to be hoped that the good work will be kept up, and that next year Tech will have at least as good a musical organization as we have had this year in the Orchestra, and the same may be said of the Glee Club. 47 Tech Customs Drive Dull Care Away It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, To drive dull care away, To drive dull care away, To drive dull care away. The banquet called Half-way-through, sir, At the close of summer is due, sir, With a rough-house that’s not a bit new, sir, To drive dull care away, etc. Por a cap of crimson and grey, sir, Each freshman good money must pay, sir, And the sophomores’ rules obey, sir, To drive dull care away. And when they wish to be freed, sir, A rope-pull is decreed, sir, Across old Salisbury Pond, sir, To drive dull care away. The freshmen, if pulled from their marks, sir, Won’t dare to go home in the dark, sir, Or to spoon with the girls in the park, sir, To drive dull care away. But if the freshies should win, sir, And pull the sophomores in, sir, They’d paint the old barn with a vim, sir, To drive dull care away. In October when chestnuts are ripe, sir, We have our Mountain Day hike, sir, And everyone hits the pike, sir, To drive dull care away. 48 With torches, night-shirts and red light, sir, A snake-dance on Main Street at night, sir, Celebrates Tech’s glorious fight, sir, To drive dull care away. Tech Night’s the next fete, you know, sir, When all to Poli’s will go, sir, And see an indifferent show, sir, To drive dull care away. To John Hurley, a man of his word, sir, The sophs give a Thanksgiving bird, sir, For their spirit his story has stirred, sir, To drive dull care away. In baseball the profs think they fit, sir, Giving seniors their last chance to hit, sir, In the battle with ball, bat and mit, sir, To drive dull care away. It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, It’s a way we have at the Tech, sir, To drive dull care away, To drive dull care away, To drive dull care away. President’s House 49 Mechanical Engineering Society HE season of ’09 and ’10 has been the most successful of any in the history of the Mechanical Engineering Society. At the annual meeting of the Society on May 7, 1909, the new plan of electing officers for the following year was instituted with the following results: President, H. E. Waring, ’10; First Vice- president, C. H. Morden, ’10; Second Vice-president, D. A. Hamilton, ’ll; Secretary, C. W. Taft, ’ll. The remaining officers, coming from the Class of 1912, were chosen at the first meeting in 1910 and resulted in: Third Vice-president, W. L. Sherman, ’12; Treasurer, J. D. Power, ’12. This year the plan of the Society has been to make some professor or instructor in the Mechanical Engineering Department responsible for each monthly meeting. General subjects were decided on early in the year, thus giving those in charge ample time in which to secure the best speakers. The results have shown the plan to be a good one. The subjects have all been live ones, and have been treated by men who are experts in their lines and know what they are talking about. Meetings have been held regularly on the first Friday of each month during the school year: October 1. Mr. R. H. Palmer: “An Inspection Trip to Western Foundries.” November 5. Mr. A. R. Dodge, ’93, of the General Electric Com¬ pany: “Steam Meters.” December 3. Mr. C. H. Norton, of the Norton Grinding Company: “Cylindrical Grinding.” January 7. Mr. Edward J. Quinn, of the Morgan Construction Com¬ pany: “Organization, Equipment and Practice of the Modern Drafting Room.” February 4. Mr. A. T. Safford, consulting engineer: “The Work of a Hydraulic Engineer.” March 4. Mr. John A. McGregor, of the Union Twist Drill Com¬ pany: “Heat Treatment.” April 1. Mr. Ralph L. Morgan, of the R. L. Morgan Company: ‘ ‘ Automobile Construction. ’ ’ 50 The Worcester Chemical Club Officers President, Dr. A. W. Ewell Vice-president, A. N. Chase. TO Secretary, L. Shulinsky, ’ll Treasurer, C. W. Bacon, Clark University HE Worcester Chemical Club has, for a number of years, been made up of members of the student body of the Worcester Polytechnic Institute and Clark College, and also of the Faculty and instructors of these institutions. There are also members from Worcester Academy, Holy Cross, and other schools about the city, as well as the business men about town who are interested in chemistry. The object of the Club lias been to keep its members in touch with the present-day chemistry, to give the members, especially students, a chance to hear men prominent in the chemical world, and it also offers an opportunity for the students themselves to present articles of interest. Among the speakers of prominence during the last year there have been: Prof. G. N. Lewis of M. I. T., president of the N. E. Section of the Am. Chem. Soc.; Mr. T. N. Carpenter of the Carnegie Nutrition Laboratories; Mr. W. A. Hall of New York; Prof. W. II. Walker of M. I. T., and Mr. W. E. Lummis. Meetings are held on Monday evening of every other week, usually at Tech, in the Salisbury Laboratory, hut sometimes at Clark College. The Club offers an excellent opportunity for the students and in¬ structors of the various schools to meet for good fellowship, and for a broadened interest. Membership in the Club is open to anyone in or about the city who is at all interested in chemistry, and the meetings are open to all. Tech students, no matter what course they are taking, will find a distinct, advantage in attending the meetings of the Club, and the student of chemistry should give it his hearty support, as it exists primarily for his benefit. 51 Civil Engineering Society S IN former years, it has been a custom this year for the Civil Engineering Society to get together once a month and listen to interesting addresses on cur¬ rent engineering topics. These lectures, which have been given either by the members or by outside speakers, have been a source of much enjoyment and edification to those few of “the faithful” who have attended. Althou gh there did not seem to he any too great interest among the students at the earlier meetings, and out¬ siders rarely came, the last meetings have been better attended, and it is to he hoped that next year will see this organization patronized as it deserves. Officers President, Willard Hedlund, ’10 Vice-president, Harold P. Conklin, ’ll Secretary, Edward Gardiner, ’ll Treasurer, Arthur W. Vinton, ’12 Meetings During the Year 1909-1910 Oct. 15, 1909: Summer experiences of undergraduates. Nov. 19, 1909: Prof. A. D. Butterfield, on “U. S. Lighthouse Ser¬ vice.” Dec. 17, 1909: Prof. A. W. French, “A New Slide-rule.” Feb. 18, 1910: Senior abstracts. March 18, 1910: Mr. Norcross, on “U. S. Geological Survey.” April 15, 1910: Prof. E. L. Hancock, “Treated Timbers.” May 20, 1910: Senior theses. 52 American Institute of Electrical Engineers Worcester Polytechnic Institute Branch URING the collegiate year of ’09-’10, the local Branch of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers has carried on a very interesting continuation of its work in bringing the members in touch with the engineering proceedings of the business world. Reorganized in 1904 from a purely local society to a branch of the American Institute, with a total membership of 45, the number enrolled has grad¬ ually increased to the present membership of 109. The activities of the Branch are varied. In the matter of electrical apparatus the Branch is on the mailing list of all the large electrical manufacturing companies to receive their publications descriptive of new apparatus. This printed matter furnishes valuable reference data and shows the development of electrical appa¬ ratus along all lines. Perhaps the most interesting portion of the Branch work is the series of lectures. These are given by well-known engineers, talking on subjects which they have made their life work, and as many of the speakers who have appeared are authorities, their papers, with the lan¬ tern slides which usually accompany the talk, are of great interest to electrical students. Below is a list of the more important papers presented this year: “Some Recent Developments in High Voltage Line Insulation.” Mr. W. T. Goddard, electrical engineer for Locke Insulator Company. “High Voltage Transmission Lines and Lightning Protection.” Mr. N. J. Neall, consulting engineer. “Electrical Features of the Boston Elevated System.” Mr. J. W. Corning, electrical engineer for Boston Elevated Company. “The Industrial Application of Motors.” Mr. E. C. Morse, sales engineer for W. E. M. Company. “High-tension Phenomena.” Mr. C. H. Tower, electrical engineer with General Electric Company. “Evolution of the Wireless Telegraph.” Mr. John Stone Stone. 5.3 B. M. C. Durfee High School Fall River Club HE Fall River Club is the originator at Tech of a move¬ ment quite general at many colleges—the formation of prep-school clubs. It was formed near the close of the school year ending in 1908, and began its good work at once. Its growth has been a healthy one from the very start, and it has accomplished work in inter¬ esting Fall River students in Tech in a manner which could be secured only by such united effort. The purpose of the Club is to induce prospective students to visit Tech; entertain them during such times; give all information and assist¬ ance possible; and finally to form a bond between the graduates of the Fall River High School at the Institute. This latter purpose is accom¬ plished by bi-weekly meetings, always featured in some enjoyable way. It is gratifying to note that the success of the Fall River Club has induced the formation of similar clubs recently, with prospects of more. The custom was inaugurated this year of having an October ban¬ quet, with the new freshmen as guests, and was such a success that it will be made an annual event. The present active members of the Club are: 1910 : B. John Leary, George N. Gifford, Paul S. Kennedy. 1911: Edward I. Gardiner, Arthur A. Campbell, Nathaniel B. Dun¬ bar, Howard P. Chace. 1912: Frank M. McGowan, Henry J. McKenney. 1913: Clifford C. Bradford, Herman B. Davis, Franklin A. Simmons. 54 ATHLETICS TIILETICS, like a great many other very good things, if misused or left unused, may become stale, musty, antiquated, and may be styled as a worthless expense. A very efficient power plant if left in the hands of incompetent engineers and but little used for a num¬ ber of years, will soon become a burden to the engi¬ neers and of no use to any one. Now this is the exact status of athletics at W. P. I. In the years just previous to the genesis of 1910, the power plant had run down, and when the new engineer came in, he met a discouraging sight. The whole plant lay inches deep in dust, the machines were all gummed up, and the valves that would work at all leaked so badly that but a very small part of the available power at the boilers appeared at the generator terminals. At first the new engineer turned back, too discouraged to notice the three sleepy attendants who moved sluggishly about. He was about to go on to seek other fields wherein to expend the latent energy he had brought with him, when one of the older engineers beckoned and pointed towards a dark corner, where there stood a very dirty unit that had evidently not been touched in a long time. “That’s yours. Clean off the ports, and if you can get it started, why, just see if you can trim him,” said he, and nodding toward another attendant, who appeared to be the youngest of the three, he went off with a grin, and left the new engineer to his disagreeable task. If 1910 had been built on the ordinary lines, probably the small unit would have been brushed off, the steam ports opened, a bare moment of contest flashed in and out, and the same lethargy of years before resumed, disturbed only by occasional squabbles as to who owned the greater part of the floor space. But this was not the constitution of the new engineer; far be that from how. He was stung to the quick by the attitude of his new mates. He said nothing, but began to dig, and he dug silently from that instant to the end. The cross-country runs came first, and needless to say the new engineer had his machine shining bright in time to outclass completely all his mates 55 in the first trial. 1910 won by a very enviable score, starting a long and consistent string of victories, and more than that, starting the enthu¬ siasm that was to revolutionize completely athletic standards on the Hill; not only cleaning his own unit, but scouring the whole plant, replacing the old with newer and improved machines, exchanging for the leaky boilers and extremely wasteful transmission pipes new sound boilers and large protected pipes; exchanging for a weak and wasteful plan a sound and strong system; and placing athletics on a level even above the heights of Professor Butterfield’s day. From a minor and entirely dependent function of Tech life, athletics under the hand of 1910 have become one of equal footing, marching side by side with learning, making men that are men. Vires non homini! “W” Men of 1910 Armour Herrick Reamy Atherton J ackson Waring Fitzpatrick Jacobs Weir Gold Kennedy Wholean Grise Pease Worthen 56 57 BALL 58 .FOOTBALL TEAM Football Season of 1909 ELL do I remember the day when, in the assembled freshman class, we first heard of the wonderful teams of long ago, when Tech rivaled and outclassed the rest and the best of the college athletic world. Like a story of the round table it sounded—all too good to be true. Still we hoped and trusted, and were too busy in our dreams and endeavors to see that the era of those good old days was long dead. An uncoached team of barely eleven candidates and a long string of silent goose-eggs would have discouraged anything but a Tech crowd. To win—that was regarded as an idle dream, but to put up a good fight and score was the watchword; and at the mass meeting before a game, the sentiment through¬ out the whole student body was—let us win if we can, but let us be true to old Tech spirit and play a clean, hard, fast game. And that is just what happened. A clean, hard, fast game with a loss instead of a victory resulted; for our opponents had made similar resolutions—play hard and fast, and to win. We did not have the habit. But success breeds success. We were successful in first arousing enthusiasm, and then, lo! we are borne resistless and in seemingly no time at all to see a field full of football candidates and a good coach keeping them working in preparation for the best season in the history of the school. The season opened at the Academy, but the team was too confident and learned there a lesson that stayed it to the end of the season; it was the Bull Run of the season, with the advantage that the men who received that lesson were the men who stayed throughout, to the final fight. In the entire season the team did not meet a true superior, and at times it displayed quite remarkable powers. But the grandest game of the season was the last. The excitement began the day before, and the lecture hall at the mass meeting was so full that many had to stand outside the doors. Three hundred wearers of the grey and crimson marched to see the game, and these same three hundred joy-mad maniacs danced in serpentine march through the streets of the city when the game ended in a tie, 0 to 0, with Tech a virtual victor. 59 CAPTAIN WARING Every man was a wonder of strength, endurance and sa¬ gacity, every one a hero. In the first few minutes of the game, Tech reversed the old order of this game and swept Holy Cross off its feet. When the purple woke up, Tech was on its five-yard line. A cou¬ ple of plunges and the line was but a foot away. A great shout went up, but was stilled again when some one said that Dint Halligan, the game quarterback, was hurt. There was no stop, however, for again the teams lined up and again the plunge came : but what was the matter ? No one knew; the distance was failed, and the ball, on the six-inch line, wrns Holy Cross’. From this point to the end of the half the game was a see-saw, back and forth across the gridiron, relieved only once, when after a cost¬ ly fumble, Holy Cross came for once and the only time in the game within striking dis¬ tance of our goal line. The team braced, however, and held, forcing Holy Cross to try a field goal, which failed. In the second half Tech again started with a rush, and in a very few minutes again missed scoring by inches. This time it was an attempt at a field goal, and though it looked good to those on the side lines it really missed. Thereafter, the story is one of alternating heartbreaking and happy see-saws, till the final whistle let loose the mad throng. Throughout the game Captain Waring was the star of stars, and he is to be given the credit of being the verv able leader of the best team Tech ever had. 60 That evening’ the people of Worcester witnessed a revival of the old- time night-shirt, torch-light parade, and all Boynton Hill rejoiced. Football Results—Season of 1909 W. P. I 0 Worcester Academy, 11 6 Trinity, 12 6 Union, 0 2 Massachusetts Agricultural College, 0 0 . Springfield Training School, 17 11 Rhode Island State, 0 0 Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, 3 0 Holy Cross, 0 til 62 Basketball CAPTAIN FITZPATRICK The football season was not vet over when the basketball candidates began outdoor prac¬ tice on the old tennis court in the eleven-lap cinder track. The captain’s call for candi¬ dates was answered by about thirty. The team had three of the last year’s varsity and two substitutes to add to a large squad of freshmen and sophomores. The real work didn’t begin, however, until the first indoor practice under the eyes of the new coach, Patty Hehir, at the old, much- despised 20 x 30 Boys’ Club gymnasium. In spite of its almost unattainable situation, and very evident disadvantages, it still served as the battle¬ ground of many exhausting scrimmages, and will always be remembered for its many cor¬ ners, sharp edges and the re¬ sulting mementoes. When the season opened on one of the hardest and best schedules a Tech team ever had, a team that was bound to win was ready. The season started with a rush, and Rensselaer was on the other end of that first rush. The whistle blew at 63 64 BASKETBALL TEAM the end of ' the game with the ball just leaving the hands of an R. P. I. player for a shot that ended through the basket just too late, with Worcester one point in the lead. In the next game the score was a tie in Ihe first half, when a player was hurt and the weakened team lost the first of a series of well-played, narrow-margin losses that continued to the middle of the season, when the team once again began working together. Beginning with the New Hampshire game, the team again acted as a single player, and victories resulted. The last two games of the season gave the student body a chance to see the team in action, as these were played in Worcester, and neither was disappointing. The Trinity game required two extra periods to settle the score finally and leave Tech the victor in the last of a series of brilliant victories. Captain Fitzpatrick, the shining star of the team, and C. A. Atherton, represented 1910. Basketball Record, 1909-1910 w. P. I. 19 14 19 10 16 17 27 24 35 41 22 Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Tufts, Brown, Williams, Wesleyan, New Hampshire State College, Andover, Rhode Island State College, Lowell Textile, University of Maine, Trinity, 18 26 39 48 45 18 17 30 27 33 17 GO Track Unquestionably the Track Team representing the Insti¬ tute this year is the greatest in the history of the school, and is the result of a build¬ ing-up process, which, at the present time, has established results and precedents which it is hoped will be lived up to in the future, and with the same good results. There is no doubt but that track athletics began to boom with the entrance of the Class of 1910. Back in 1906, when we first came to the Institute, interest in this line of sport was at a decided minimum. That spring not even an at¬ tempt had been made to have a school thack team. The first opportunity for the latest bunch of freshies to get in their work along this line was in the cross-coun¬ tries. For the first time in the history of the school there was a decided display of class spirit and interest in the sport. In fact, the results were so gratifying that it led to a movement to secure recognition of a track team again at the Institute. 1910 men were prime factors in the success of the reorganized Track Team of 1907, and they have been every year since. 67 68 TRACK TEAM Paul S. Kennedy, ’10, is captain of the team this year, and for two seasons past has been captain of the Indoor Relay Team. This team was started two winters ago, and its calibre has been such as to have it ranked with the best in New England. Aside from what work it may do during its season proper, its greatest benefit comes in the manner in which it fits the best sprinters and middle distance men for outdoor work. Under no considerations should this team be discontinued. M. G. ITalligan, ’12, is next year’s captain. The principal fact which is emphasized by the success of the Track Team at the present time is that nothing but earnest work and long and consistent training will bring the proper results. A track team cannot be developed by simply spring training while we have no gym at hand. Work must be done in the fall and during the winter. Discontinuance of the present schedule of track work, including the cross-country runs and indoor team, means a return to the standard of teams we had for a number of years back. A comparison of their work with what our team is doing to-day is almost laughable. There are three stages in Tech’s track history: a dozen years and more ago we had track teams which were highly creditable; then we had an intermediate period of teams of only fair calibre up to last season, when real form was shown right through the entire team, and this year the team is even better. What is the cause? During this intermediate period we did no indoor work of any kind. In these two periods of star teams, indoor work was done. Is the solution of good Tech track teams not apparent? Large squads are the only means of success, for with them “building up” is possible. The stars of to-day are gone to-morrow, but with a goodly number of men at work, there is always somebody to supplant them quite satisfactorily. Dan IT. Reamy, ’10, has served as manager of the teams this season, and lias proved a highly efficient man in the face of numberless obstacles to overcome. In closing, tribute must be paid to Charles J. O’Connor, who has coached the teams, indoor and outdoor, for the past two seasons. What he doesn’t know about every stage of the game, on the cinders or in the field, isn’t worth knowing. The principal credit for the success of our teams must be laid to his shrewd judgment and remarkable foresight. His ability to size up a man instantly has proved of no end of value, and his energy and interest have always secured for him the best efforts and respect of every man who has served under him. Not once did he fail to be on hand for practice, nor was he ever heard to utter profanity while “on the job.” “Charlie” has the respect of a host of Tech men, and not too much credit can be given him for our triumphs in track. 70 RELAY TEAM Track Records Event. Record Holder. Record. 100-yard dash, H. L.Dadmun ’91, S. A. Davis ’08, 10£ sec. 220-yard dash, H. L. Dadmun, ’91, 23| sec. 440-yard dash, H. L. Dadmun, ’91, 51 sec. 880-yard dash, H. L. Dadmun, ’91, 1 min. 59| sec. 1-mile run, J. M. Gallagher, ’94, 4 min. 45f sec. 2-mile run, G. H. Slocomb, ’12, 10 min. 32§ sec. 120-yard high hurdles, 0. W. Lundgren, ’97, 16f sec. 220-yard low hurdles, R. F. Hall, ’ll, 27f sec. High jump, L. W. Stanton, ’03, 5 ft. 7 in. Broad jump, C. A. G. Pease, ’10, 21 ft. 9 in. Pole vault. C. E. Barney, ’10, 10 ft. 7 in. Discus throw, C. C. Clough, ’13, 104 ft. 6 in. 16-lb. shot-put, C. C. Clough, ’13, 40 ft. 3 in. 16-lb. hammer-throw, J. D. Power, ’12. 121 ft. 71 72 BASEBALL TEAM 73 Baseball Without a senior, only four juniors, and two freshmen, and a team that is winning three-fourths of its games and playing the best colleges in its class, baseball at Wor¬ cester does look promising. It is a hitting team, the first for years, a strong fielding team, too, and all Worcester is proud of it. At the begin¬ ning of the season, when it was found that a number of last year’s varsity men were not to be here this year, and when but a few unlikely pos¬ sibilities had yet appeared in the freshman class, it was predicted by the wisest that Tech would have its usual hard-luck story of a well- played game with the small end of the score; but Coach Sharrott only looked wise and kept on puffing at the old briar pipe. The team devel¬ oped slowly at first, but by the time of the Academy game not a snappier team, from little Mac at home to the farthest outfielder, had Tech seen since long before the era of 1910. captain brown With Captain Brown on first, a freshman, Franzen, on second, Gaul and Sanderson on shortstop and third, and Sam Nims in the box, Tech faced the Academy. It was a pitchers’ battle, with Nims the fa- 74 vorite, but the team was stagestruck ancl failed to seize opportunities as they were presented, and so lost. After this the team struck its gait and three rapid victories followed, but not until then, in the middle of the season, was it realized that at last Tech had a hitting and a winning team at the national sport. The score at Kingston, Rhode Island, was 5 to 0, Nims allowing the State college men but three hits, while Tech was greedy and took eleven. Four days later a chance was given the team to atone for one football loss, and it atoned in good shape. The score was Tech 8, Springfield Training School 3, and at no time through¬ out the game was W. P. I. at all in danger. But the feast was just begun, and Pratt Institute from Brooklyn was the next dish served. With the now usual “sang froid” the Worcester batters formed in line and took turns at making hits, pounding out a score of 16, while the New York men were allowed a stingy 3, through the kindness of their hosts. 75 - jJSs • ' S s i r ' m ! §2mmm s- ■ i MU E:.fc.:? ' VSM U . ifflrimiir m m. jWSjj® wbUnwi ► , j � 76 CLASS OF 1913 m im mi|iiiiiiiiimiiiitiiiTTf{i p jnTrrrmTTT ii 11 m minimum ■mHimimimimiiimii imniimiiiiHiiiMiinimTTiT M nnnmmnmrD m ninTniiinn ' ii Hnn� nTpT HE youngest and last consignment of hopefuls was de¬ livered at Boynton Hall September 15, 1909. The sweating expressman remarked it was the biggest he’d ever hauled as he dumped the case down on the ‘ ‘ This- sicle-up” face. As he drove off he asked his assistant why they marked such boxes “Handle with care,’’ when they knew half the contents wouldn’t last a year, anyhow. With usual ceremony President Engler and Professor Coombs pulled the nails, lifted the cover, and carefully tagged and recorded the litter which they drew forth. The brood blinked at the splendors of the chapel, then commenced to preen themselves and shake off the excelsior packing. By and by they were allowed to run around the yard, where the yearlings covered each with a big red button on a little gray cap. They cluttered delightedly at the new toys and tried to imitate the strut of the junior game-cocks. They soon knew each other by their caps, and having rubbed off all but stray wisps of excelsior, tried to make their big brothers notice them. Occasionally a group of sophs would turn their heads to a shrill “ ’13.” But recognition had to come when the pesky brats combined strategy and strength, and pulled the husky sophomores through Salisbury’s waters with a stout rope. The invincible seniors having retired, they won the cross-countries too, and began to dream of tall ying another perfect record. Nothing like success to spur on ambition. Of course with Quarterback McSheffray not quite small enough to slip between Jack Power’s thumb and finger, they couldn’t expect better than 0—20 against a varsity sophomore football team, but actually did pull off some rare and spectacular runs. Undaunted they have also produced a hockey team, champions by default, written a constitution and by-laws without a “Poly Sci” course, and tried out a new stunt of inviting the two senior Faculty members to give dignity to their birthday party. Yes, beyond doubt ’13 is the most promising class on the Hill, with the possible exception of ’14. The only trouble is we have had too many broken promises. Success to ’13! 78 z: N A way the Class of 1912 are our proteges, so that we look on them in a way somewhat differently from the other succeeding classes. At first they gave no signs of extraordinary originality, but since then they have developed re¬ markably and have occasionally shown flitting gleams of something approaching brilliancy. Probably it is no new idea to have a “Tech” show, but they are the first class to do anything definite toward really making the idea practicable. They have appointed a committee of five to look into the possibility of producing a play, and they even went as far as to empower the committee to make plans for the production of a play next fall to take the place of “Tech Night” at Poli’s. Other tech¬ nical schools have plays that are not only greatly enjoyed by the student body, but by great numbers of the friends and alumni of the school, and besides all this they are successful financially. We think that this first step is a most laudable one and we hope that the matter will not be allowed to drop, but will be tried and proved either a splendid success or a dismal failure. It is, however, a matter vital to every member of the school, and we hope that for the first one, at least, they will solicit the aid and loyal support of the other classes, and also the members of the Faculty. 79 80 CLASS OF 1912 It was this class that caused the abolition of rushes at the Institute. When they were trembling freshmen a rush was forced on them by the sophs, and so valiantly did they “rush” and so mighty was their prowess that it ended eventually in the death of one of the sophomores. We deplore the fact of course, but it cannot be laid to the door of anyone, and it has had the happy result of substituting for this rather savage sport (?) the more sane and rational rope-pull, an event which is quite as decisive, and can be really enjoyed by a great number of spectators. In spite of their defeat last fall we are sure that the great majority of the class approve of the substitute, and when the idea has reached a little higher state of development it cannot but satisfy even the most ardent spirits. As athletes they have been well up to the average class. In their freshman year they furnished one man for the basketball team, two for the baseball team, and four made their letters on the gridiron, while two or three others were first subs. On the track team three men made their letters. This year they came in second in the cross-country runs, they won the football game with the freshmen, and also the relay race with the freshmen at the Armory. Besides this they furnished five letter men on the football team and one in basketball. The officers for this half are as follows: President, M. G. Halligan; Vice-president, F. H. Waring; Secretary and Treasurer, W. E. Steele. 81 82 CLASS OF 1911 ET US go back; we are freshmen again, climbing, with shaking knees, the stairs that lead to the former chapel; everything passes smoothly and we are regis¬ tered students; the sophomores crowd about us and we purchase the caps. From then on, in quick suc¬ cession, come the class rushes, the football games, basketball, and midyears. Then come baseball, track, and the finals. We are very fortunate in all of these, and although many are lost when the Faculty makes its final shuffle and deal, yet the majority are able to continue. We are sophomores. Our Rules Committee is busy and the new class buy their caps. The honor of the class is upheld in the sports with the freshmen, when basketball and baseball fall to our lot. There is, however, a steady tendency among the professors to disregard the fact that they are missing fine opportunities to graduate great men, and our classmates fall, one by one. Now the dial turns again and we are in the present year, growing older and feeling wiser, for this is the time, our junior year, when we begin to put away childish things and don new raiment. We are pre¬ paring to become seniors, and with that event come great responsibil¬ ities. Our class athletics has lessened, partly through lack of time, and partly through lack of a proper competition. The membership of the class has been reduced to less than one hundred, but our courage is of the best, and if the Faculty is good to us we may be able to start ninety on the last lap. 83 POWER HOUSE 84 . SOCIETY Social Life at the Institute UR social life! What is it, and why is it? This Tech¬ nical Institution of onrs has difficult and peculiar aims—aims which are often unappreciated, often deemed unattainable by the student body. To a fresh¬ man or a sophomore, enrollment here seems an invest¬ ment vaguely promising’ splendid dream-like returns— a big job, big money. He will stick on, hanging to that future, snatching such pleasure as he can. Seniors, however, mature seniors, alternate between hope and despair: despair at the dream shattered or so far removed, despair of acquiring those wondrous qualities essential to the “real engineer;” hope that for¬ tune may favor them with a position that “any fool can fill,” and then at least have some little fun after these years of deprivation. A little fun! Why, you are men and have had your fun. Haven’t you yet learned Gawain’s truth: “Hollow, hollow all delight”? Isn’t your “enjoyment in your work” all sufficient? A technical school is not necessarily the antithesis of the college. It should he, as this, a place and means of a young man’s real awakening. Until it becomes a graduate school, its practical ideal has no right to quash the development of his broader side. How pitiful a man who has developed his mind so completely and so arduously that no faulty design escapes him, yet who cannot with all his logic see the least bit into the heart of things, who cannot tell an honest man from a hypocrite, a true act from a selfish. That man is as good as the bridge he builds, a ser¬ viceable structure, heartless and barren of progress. The river which he lias spanned bespeaks power far beyond his creation, yet he will not see it until, rising in a fury of destruction, it sweeps away his brief triumph over nature. Such men have traced the stars in their paths through long nights, tediously computed their declinations and right ascensions, never asking themselves what these were. • 85 Scientific reasoning so perfected that it leaves no room for feeling is not worth the attainment. Work for its proceeds in necessaries and a surplus given to pleasure is not our object. Work for its own sake is an absurdity—we must work and play in such ways and proportions that we live: not in selfish indulgence, to eat, drink and be merry, but to live close down and truly in the heart of things. Our problem is to attain these ideals even while building for our commercial future. Technical institutions should strive to accomplish both these ends. Falling short of this, we cannot call them failures, but neither can they claim perfection without it. We believe that this Worcester Polytechnic Institute is vitally lacking in one essential. This essential is social life, the free fellowship and college spirit which help us to live and be men. Lack of facilities may explain somewhat, but this condition must be met, not bewailed. Perhaps we, as individuals, are at fault; we lack initiative, we shirk our personal responsibilities. Falling short of social activity in its fullest sense, we cynically ignore the feeble attempts which must furnish the foundation for any future success. What follow are our activities: regular and irregular. The regular are few, hut worthy and deserving of full support. On these our future must be built. The extent and violence of the latter indicate the growth which may be expected when these forces—now misdirected—are drawn to the proper channels. 86 Junior Prom P TO that memorable date, April 16, 1909, what had the Class of 1910 as a whole done for the girls? In¬ dividually, to be sure, some of our members bad tried to do the right thing by those of the gentler sex, some by entering the wedded state, others by less strenuous processes; but not till that happy event, Junior Prom, had the class as a whole attempted anything for the fair ones. The fellows who were going kept getting more and more enthusiastic as the time approached, and the others who had not planned to go wished that they had. The orders were being filled out several days in advance and many w r ere the tales then told of the “dreams” that w ere coming. The day of the dance, attendance was not holding up with the customary regularity among the .junior classes, but here and there on the streets were seen charming couples, and on close inspection the man in the case gen¬ erally proved to be a junior, his usually careworn face so transfigured with smiles that no one would think him a Tech man. But speaking of charming couples, those of the afternoon proved but a pleasant foretaste of what the evening had in store. After a smiling greeting from the “line,” we took our places with the others around the hall, and after the girls had told us how well the hall looked and had asked many questions as to who was who and what was what, we started dancing, and soon forgot that we had on stiff shirts and high collars, and all were having a great time. This was interrupted, when the evening was about half over, long enough to allow for supper, which was served in the small hall on the floor below the main hall. This hall had been very attractively arranged, and the little round tables, each with its candelabra and white linen, made a pretty sight. Supper was soon disposed of, and those who didn’t get lost in the long halls and conveniently arranged stairways were soon dancing again and wishing that time wouldn’t fly so rapidly. One o’clock is late in the prosaic village of Worcester, and our tech¬ nical hero, grown sleepy in the absence of gay maids, guiltily evades the cops just relieved from their beats, and drags himself into an oblivion which only a rasping alarm clock may rudely awaken. 88 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Order of Dances JUNIOR PROMENADE, CLASS OF 1910. Terpsichorean Hall, April 16, 1909. Two-step—‘ ‘ J ungle T own ” . Walts —‘ ‘ Amoureuse ” . Ttvo-step —“Glow Worm” . Walts —‘ ‘ The Garden of Dreams ”. . Schottische —“I’ve Got to Make Love to Somebody” . Two-step —“Yip I Addy I Ay”. .. . Walts—“Bed Mill” . Barn Dance — ‘ ‘ Kerry Mills ”. Two-step—‘ ‘ Looks Like a Big Night Tonight ” . Walts —“L’Estudiantina” . Two-step —“Captain Willie Brown” W alts — ‘ 1 Dr earning ” . Intermission. 13 Two-step —‘ ‘ Yam a Yama Man ”.... 14 Walts —“Italian Nights” . 15 Two-step —“My Sahara Bell” .... 16 Walts —“Southern Dreams” . 17 Schottische —“Good Evening, Caro¬ line” . IS Two-step —‘‘Meet Me in Rose Time, Rosie” . 19 Walts —“Blue Danube” . 20 Barn Dance —‘ ‘ Sullivan ” . 21 Two-step —“Little Nemo” . 22 Walts —“Love Waltz” . 23 Two-step —“I Used to be Afraid to Go Home in the Dark”. 24 Walts —‘ ' Good Night” . Patrons and Patronesses Dr. and Mrs. Edmund A. Engler, Dr. and Mrs. George H. Haynes, Dr. and Mrs. Walter L. Jennings. Committee Albert L. Wortlien, Chairman, William W. Armour, James W. Charles W. Morden, George R. Ernest K. Gladding, Walter J. Tabb, Wholean, Foley. 89 Societe a la Mode Tech Banquet, March 7th, 1910 “Old dog Tray, ever faithful! Grief cannot drive him away. He is gentle, he is kind; You’ll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.” HIS was the song of the revered President—two hun¬ dred students roared back the chorus. The ice was broken, the fun begun. Undergraduates, Faculty and Alumni forgot for the hour all they knew of technology and formality, and as one, made the banquet a true feast of heroes. Harry L. MacGregory, chairman of the banquet committee, and his assistants, E. R. Downe, 0. B. Jacobs, P. S. Kennedy, H. R. Power, M. G. Halligan and Chas. B. Price, engineered the seven-course dinner, while the W. P. I. Orchestra raised high the Tech spirit with Tech songs. Prof. A. W. French, the toastmaster, began the after-dinner speeches by likening the Institute to a large business concern whose best interests are obtained by co-operation. He introduced Pres. Edmund A. Engler, calling on him for a speech, song or a dance, to which the President complied with the above song. Then came the Vice-president of the Senior Class, Chas. W. Morden. “The mills of the gods grind slow, but they grind exceeding fine” at Tech, was the pathetic cry of Tech undergraduates, according to Mr. Mor¬ den. Dr. Frederic Bonnet was introduced as “a chemist who started in right as a civil engineer.” “Pots and Pottery” was his assigned subject, but he chose to speak of the need of close personal contact between stu¬ dents and Faculty and inter-communication between the heads of the dif¬ ferent departments as a means for the freshman to know which depart¬ ment was best suited to their abilities. 90 The Glee Club followed Doctor Bonnet’s speech with a new song, “Polytech, my Polytech,” to the tune of “Maryland, my Maryland.” Henry R. Power, president of the Junior Class, laid bare the facts con¬ cerning his class, their shortcomings and their achievements. One of the greatest of the latter was the establishment of the Tech News. Charles Baker, ’93, president of the W. P. I. General Alumni Associa¬ tion, told of the interest with which the alumni watched the progress of their Alma Mater, particularly the athletics. He spoke with pride of our last fall Holy Cross game, and made a plea for less kicking on the Hill. The awards for the successful contestants in the “song contest” were made by Prof. George H. Haynes. He gave a brief account of old Tech songs, admitting that “some of them were enough to drive Carrie Nation to drink, ’ ’ and that a true Tech song would be a better gift than thousands of dollars to the Institute. Merville G. Halligan, president of the Sophomore Class and one of Tech’s prominent athletes, by unique use of calculus figured out the suc¬ cesses of his class and ended with a plea for more spirit in the athletic line. Down next to the end came unlucky ’13, which Professor French spoke of as the greatest class yet (meaning size). Pres. Chas. B. Price’s remarks were few, as his maxim was, “Freshmen should be seen, not heard.” And last, but far from least, came Prof. Edward L. Handcock, our new professor from the West. He compared the college of the East and West as regards both professors and students. “Red” Cummings gamely responded to Prof’s call for a red-headed cheer-leader, and led a rousing cheer for P. I. which rounded out the performance. 91 1909 Tech Night Poli’s, November 20th, ? (0“||—)MN!” said the fellow running the spotlight; “I’d like to get hold of the kid with that balloon.” There were four hundred and twenty-five Tech men at Poli’s that night, however, who were glad that Tech’s Aero Club chose such an opportune place and occasion for their initial flight, for it was Tech Night at Poli’s and everyone felt like taking a rise out of the show. The two football games in the afternoon, in which the Senior Me¬ chanics and Senior Electrics played the Senior Chemists and the Civils to a standstill, 0—0, and the Sophomore-Freshman game, in which the sophs put it over the freshmen, 20—0, served to put plenty of ginger into the fellows when they got into the theatre and were seated by classes so that they could get off their class yells. First one bunch and then another would let go with a yell, and in between they would spend the time throw¬ ing streamers and occasionally some one would remember that there was a show going on. In fact the manager felt called upon at one time to call the fellows’ attention to the fact that there was supposed to be something doing on the stage. The football team looked well in that box and the Tech colors showed up to good advantage on stage and boxes. The Senior Electrics rather slipped it over the res t of us when they showed up with their buttonhole bouquets, but even at that some one was unkind enough to remark that the rest of the crowd really didn’t need any special decoration. If any of the Faculty were there, they were doubtless glad that instead of a song lauding their particular charms as in years past, there was this year a new Tech song, the words and music of which were the work of “Bill” Weir of the Senior Class. The words of this song, and of another one as well, were thrown upon the screen and the fellows made a try at singing them. This was the second Tech Night in the history of the Institute. The first started, as is usual with good things, by 1910, and carried through by the efforts of “Kid” Nichols. The idea is good, but should expand into a revival of “Tech” dramatics. 92 Societe Deshabillee As Seen in the Private Correspondence of a Tech Freshman Dear Mother: I am so lonesome. I find that the world is an awful hard-hearted place; no one seems to care who I am or what I am doing. I study a lot, but sometimes there isn’t any on hand, and my head just runs with the wish to be back with you and pa and the rest. There promises to be more excitement next week, for I have been invited to a church reception and a Y. INI. C. A. meeting. Goodbye for a little while. Your loving son. October 2, 190? Dear Frank: Tell mother I meant to write before, but have been too busy—so much studying (and so forth) to do. The Book and Supply Boom is selling a chart this year called “Landmarks of Worcester.” I got one, but there is little there beyond what is on the map in the little red notebook the Y. M. C. A. gave me (they call that the “Tech Bible”), so I am sending it to you, since you have never been in Worcester, to help locate the places I may tell about. I am the only freshman in this house. There is one soph on the same floor with me. This is not a “frat” house of course, but the seniors down¬ stairs are all members of a secret order known as the Round Table. I don’t know what it is all about, but it seems to be more or less of a literary organization, as the requirement for the third degree is that the candidate shall add to his vocabulary a new word of at least four syllables. The last man got in on “ graminivorous. ’ ’ Sincerely your brother, 93 October 15, 190? Dear Sister Bess: Thanks for the sofa pillows. Tech is great. Worcester is a pretty good old town, too. It is not a bit like a big city and it is easy to get acquainted with people. Every year the young people of the Plymouth and First Baptist Churches give receptions to the W. P. I., Clark, W. A., and Normal School freshmen. I went to both and met lots of nice girls. It used to be the custom for the Tech sophs to waylay the freshmen as they left these receptions, but that has been abolished, owing to a very unfortunate accident last year. There is a big gruff senior downstairs who comes from New York, and he says he hasn’t seen more than three real pretty girls since he came to Worcester, but I am afraid it’s his own fault, for I have seen lots of good- looking high school girls. There are three high schools in the city, besides the Academy and the State Normal School, so there are always plenty of young folks to run dances and church affairs. I am glad I learned to dance last winter. A large delegation from Tech attends Mrs. Annie Day’s Saturday night cotillions in Terpsichorean Hall. She is called “Mother Day,” and her W. P. I. beginners’ classes are largely attended. Tech has no dormitory at all this year, as Newion Hall has been closed. The fellows here at the house used to live at the Hall, and they tell me that they used to run some pretty good dances there during the winter. The proctor there last year, “Red Mac,” was a great “fusser” and seldom missed a church supper within a dozen miles of Tech. The denizens of Newton Hall followed his example nobly in those days, but he went them one better last .summer wdien he went west and returned this fall with a swell little wife. From your brother, P.S.—Give my love to Sadie, but don’t mention high school girls, will you? December 12, 190? Dear Brother: Christmas vacation begins very late with us this year, so I may not get home until Christmas morning. I suppose the holiday rush is on at the store. I don’t see any “cons” headed this way, but I have got to hit the monthly exams hard this time if I don’t expect to spend my summer vaca¬ tion plugging at chemistry and math. 94 Our house has a name now—it is never mentioned by the roomers here, but up on the Hill we hear occasional references to the “Academy of Fine Arts,” and I have .just found out what that refers to. The senior Chemists are regarded as the leisure class in Tech, and one of the rooms downstairs being a Chemist’s room, they congregate there at all hours of the day and night for Karten-spiel. From the number of men who have been initiated into the mysteries of the American game (poker), seven-and- a-half. bridge, and the other gentle devices for separating a man from his coin, I am not surprised at the term Academy, but I fail to understand where the fine arts come in unless the Art of Bluffing is intended. For, you know, Kinny (the head of the Chemistry Department and the friend of all freshmen) says that “a bluff: is always good unless it is called.” One pack of cards lasts about a week and an ingenious device is employed to keep up the supply. A small cash register has been installed where one cent must be deposited each time a person indulges in bad lan¬ guage of any sort. There is an Electric here called Green Enough, who is a pretty fair mimic. One night he pretended to get drunk, and came upstairs to visit me and the soph who has the next room. We were well fooled at first, and when he appeared to get a little violent the soph barricaded his door. When the seniors forced the door he was frightened half to death and yelled “bloody murder!” Well, so long, from January 15, 190? Dear Mother: Mid-years are on and you may see me home in ten days, but I am hoping for the best. It takes two “cons” at least to flunk a man, and I don’t really expect more than one, and even dare hope for none at all. If I am not flunked, you will not see me before April, when the next regular vacation comes along. They will send you a list of my marks for the first semester, from the office. You used to know Wesley S. when we lived in Connecticut, didn’t you? He has changed awfully since he first came to Tech. He is a great ladies’ man now and attends all the dances. Even now, in exam-time, he does not stay in more than two or three nights a week. He is a senior Civil and seems to get along pretty well without grinding. 95 I am awfully glad I brought my skates back with me. Worcester has about a dozen parks and a good pond for skating in each one. Institute Pond is usually the last to freeze, but Elm Park is always a good skating place, and the high school girls almost live on skates Saturdays. Your loving but busy son, P.S.—I have only been out skating three evenings within a week. February 2, 190? Dear Bess: I am invited to a masquerade ball the 14th. Do please tell me what to represent and help me plan my costume. She is to be a colonial dame (Priscilla or Dolly Madison or something). Where do all these nice young ladies live? Why, right around Tech (i.e., on the west side of Main Street) and out towards Adams Square and Coes Square and New Worcester. There is not much opera presented at the Worcester theatres; the fellows run down to Boston for that, Saturdays and holidays, but W. P. 1. follows, the shows that are given pretty closely. When a good show is on at the Worcester we all try to go, either at night or of an afternoon. Of course we can’t get $2 tickets two or three times or even once each week, but the “Merry Widow Waltz” sounds as well from the “peanut gallery” as from an orchestra seat. This going to shows is one of the most demo¬ cratic things Tech men undertake, for often the whole crowd at the house goes down together, and after you have stood in line an hour or so with a bunch of juniors and seniors also waiting to secure twenty-five cent seats, they seem ever so much more approachable. Poli’s is also a favorite and is the place where Tech Night is observed; the Franklin is far less pop¬ ular. One stunt that a Tech crowd occasionally attempts is to secure low- priced seats on the floor of a house which is not expected to be very crowded and then (after th e first act) to quietly appropriate seats down in the first row. With love from Brother- 96 March 5, 190? Dear Frank : Everything is going fine. I got an F in descript last month, but am doing better this month. Mac thinks I will get an E this time, which is of course encouraging. Some day when you see Arthur M. (W. P. I. ’98), ask him for some first-hand information about the old Park Theatre. It has been made over into a picture-show now, but it used to correspond to the Old Howard down in Boston, that most of you Harvard grads know so well. Before he got married, Zelotes Coombs (head of the language department and one of the three most popular profs on the Hill) used to visit the old Park him¬ self occasionally, just to see what Tech men he could catch there. He gen¬ erally found over fifty per cent, of his freshman English class present, and it is reported that on one occasion he encountered four other members of the Faculty. Speaking of the Old Howard, you may be interested in a story on a senior Chemist which failed to get into the “News.” Patsy Cronan is the man, and he is celebrated for his blushes. Well, one day the Chemists went down Boston way on an inspection trip and finished up with a banquet at the United States Hotel on Beach Street. Patsy ex¬ cused himself from the latter to visit friends out at Tufts, but the rest of the Chemists, after eating, went to the show, and the two men who went to the Old Howard were treated to a surprise; for down in the front seat of a box sat the missing Cronan, large as life. Subsequent events proved this beyond a doubt, for in due process of time the burlesque queen (rep¬ resenting Rose Stahl) came up to the extreme left end of the stage within a few feet of the luckless Pat and, extending her arms to him, began to sing: “Come to my arms, dearie,” and so on. Immediately the famous blush suffused his face and (according to one of the other Chemists who timed it) lasted 11.4 minutes. Cronan pleads not guilty, but the evidence is complete. Well, so much for the burlesque. Your affectionate brother, March 23, 190? Dear Bess: Expect me home in about a week for the Easter vacation. I made a D in descript last month, so have given up expecting a condition. Break the news of my home-coming gently to Sadie. Worcester is slow just now—no good shows on and Lent begun, so no dancing parties. 97 May 31, 190 ? Dear Bess: Exams are over and nothing broke. Tech is great and I am practi¬ cally a sophomore. We start summer practice tomorrow, but that is only work in the daytime. No studies, and a canoe down at Quinsig—perhaps you can imagine how time has slipped away and how the next twenty days will go. A fellow with a canoe is popular with the girls these lovely spring days, you bet! Never mind, I am longing for the girls I left behind last Easter (Echo, please repeat). A year of hard (?) work at Tech is nothing (to look back at it) compared with the good times. So long, Sis. Expect me in N- about June 17th, just in time for the grad reception at the old TI. S. Your affectionate brother, BOYNTON HALL 98 99 PHI GAMMA DELTA HOUSE 100 Phi Gamma Delta Established November 20, 1891 Pi Iota Chapter Active Members 1910 Karl Ernest Herrick Harry Lee MacGregory James Frederick Thompson Harold Everett Waring William John Rabb Weir Albert Lewis Worthen 1911 Edwin Donald Beach Charles Foster Goodrich Warren Ballou King Whitney Scovil Porter Rollin Terry r Read Richard Sanderson 1912 Eric George Benedict Frederick Bertram Cleveland George Peleg Dixon, 2d William Theodore Gaul Lyman Marshall Smith Alanson Eugene Stewart Frederic Holman Waring Fred Burnside White Ralph Myron Wilder 1913 Anson Clark Burwell Eric Thorgrey Franzen Edward James Moffatt Ivan Panin, Jr. Frank Howard Schopfer Dan Boone Lee Thomas Edward Preston Usher PHI GAMMA DELTA HOUSE—99 Salisbury Street. 101 SIGMA ALPHA EPSILON HOUSE 102 [r m a Sigma Alpha Epsilon Members of the Mass. Delta Chapter 1910 William W. Armour Edward E. Downe Eobert F. Gifford Clarence A. G. Pease George E. AVholean 1911 Howland S. Brown Horace Z. Landon Wallace T. Montague Howard G. Parker James A. Patch Joseph A. Payette Everett M. Spicer Maurice T. Wells 1912 John W. Cline Edward I. Comins Alton H. Kingman Halpli P. Norton Winfield T. Potter John D. Power Theodore C. Wheaton, Jr. 1913 Edward B. Barnes Howard H. Chase Clifton C. Clough John H. Conneen Chester A. Dodge Charles B. Price Leonard F. Smith William H. Warren SIGMA ALPHA EPSILON HOUSE—Humboldt Avenue. 103 ALPHA TAU OMEGA HOUSE 104 Jdi.iOT ' r Phm . Alpha Tau Omega Fraternity Established November 27th, 1906 Massachusetts Gamma Sigma Chapter Active Members Class of 1910 Everett Bacon Collins Walter John Foley Howard Fowler Fritch James Gordon Goodell Philip Alexander Hamilton Frank William Jackson Richard Christopher Lancaster Charles Whitney Morden Barrett Beard Russell, J r. Francis Sylvester Twomev Wallis Cowl Watson Class of 1911 Edward Heil Classen Harold Russell Frizzell Martin Herman Jachens Fred Warren Kennedy James William Tabb, Jr. Robert Henry Wolcott Class of 1912 Andrew Bates Carrington James William Cunningham Everett Thomas Harrop Ernest Smith Jefferies Leon Howard Sargent Class of 1913 Nelson Edward Baxter John Nichols Donovan Owen Henry Fove Harold Stanley Guertin Carl Graydon Hockett Thomas Rice Herbest, Jr. ALPHA TAU OMEGA HOUSE—206 West Street. 105 THETA CHI HOUSE 106 1856 Szj.io ' r’r Theta Chi Fraternity Epsilon Chapter 1910 Carlyle Adams Atherton Alfred Nelson Chase Millard Fane Clement Will Whitney Dolliver Walter Perry Green Willard Hedlund Raymond Eugene Kelley 1911 Alfred Leroy Atherton Edward Earl Bard Frank Bryant Bigelow, Jr. Carleton Murray Brown Nathaniel Bradford Dunbar Edward Irving Gardiner Ralph Emerson Harrington Edward Francis Higgins Frederick Victor Hugo Charles Arnold Pellett John Newton Warren Carl Reed Weidenmiller Howard Fogg Wright 1912 Philip Henry DeLong Arthur Oscar Engstrom Nelson Emmons Frissell Edwin Harold Keeler Frank Mitford McGowan Henry Joseph McKenney Frank Harold Plaisted Walter Eldred Steel Leon Herbert Treadwell Kenneth Irving Tredwell 1913 Arthur Cilley Burleigh Ray Clark Crouch Alfred Edwin Gale Joel Willard McGregor Thomas Mitchell, Jr. THETA CHI HOUSE-—1 Lancaster Terrace. 107 KAPPA XI ALPHA HOUSE 108 Kappa Xi Alpha 1910 Established in 1902 as Theta Chi Active Chapter ' Kenneth R. Allen William H. Acton Alden W. Baldwin Stanley W. Barlow George Q. Gilchrist Harold I. Green Vaughn D. Griffin Don A. Hamilton George A. Hickerson Herbert V. Leckie Albert S. Littell Timothy R. Lyons Harold L. Nickerson Samuel E. Nims Stuart A. Nims Walter A. Olesen Cyril B. Raymond Waldo L. Sherman Walter E. Spicer Ray H. Taber Louis F. Wheeler Guy F. Whitney KAPPA XI ALPHA HOUSE—9 John Street. 109 DELTA TAU HOUSE 110 Delta Tau Fraternity Active Members Henry P. Aekermann Edmund K. Brown Harold C. Brown William T. Donatli Ernest A. Hamilton Harold E. Hartwell Char les S. Hallenbeck John C. Harvey Leslie M. Harvey Carl P. James DELTA TAU HOUSE—66 Park Avenue. Harold W. Lane Herbert G. Morse Harrison E. Paine Robert E. Pope William I. Randall James C. Ryder George Ii. Sloeomb Wallace W. Tuttle Ralph D. Whitmore John T. Quinn Society of the Sigma XI Worcester Chapter Established May 7, 1908 Officers President, A. Wilmer Duff, D.Sc. Vice-president, Arthur W. French, C.E. Recording Secretary, Frederic Bonnet, Jr., Ph.D. Corresponding Secretary, Howard C. Ives, C.E. Treasurer, George H. Haynes, Ph.D. Councilor, Arthur W. Ewell, Ph.D. Active Members Edmund A. Engler, Ph.D., LL.D. Leonard P. Kinnicutt, S.D. Levi L. Conant, Ph.D. Walter L. Jennings, Ph.D. Harold B. Smith, M.E. William W. Bird, S.B. Alton L. Smith, M.S. Charles M. Allen, M.S. Joseph 0. Phelon, M.M.E. Albert S. Richey, E.E. Carleton A. Read, S.B. Edward L. Hancock, M.S. George R. Olshausen, M.E., Ph.D. Carlyle A. Atherton Herbert K. Cummings Christian Dantsizen Howard F. Friteh Ernest K. Gladding Romeo A. Grisd Arthur D. Butterfield, M.S.. A.M. Robert C. Sweetser, S.B. D. F. Calhane, Ph. D. Royal W. Davenport, S.B. Albert A. Nims, S.B. John C. Harvey, S.B. John E. Woodbury, S.B. Ralph E. Spaulding, S.B. Ralph D. Whitmore, S.B. Ray H. Taber, S.B. Rio jo Onuki Robert H. Goddard, S.B. David L. Gallup, S.B. 1910. F. Leland Hewes Harold M. King George F. Martin Frank S. Twomey Wallis C. Watson Lawrence G. Wesson 112 Tau Beta Pi Association Founded at Lehigh University, 1885 Massachusetts Alpha Chapter Alden W. Baldwin Installed May 14th, 1910 Charter Members Class of 1908. Royal W. Davenport Herbert K. Cummings Howard F. Fritch F. Leland Hewes Romeo A. Grisd Class of 1910. Harold M. King Harry L. MacGregory Francis S. Twomey AVallis C. Watson A. Leroy Atherton George N. Bailey Harold P. Conklin Philip S. Cushing Class of 1911. Harold E. Hartwell Fred W. Kennedy Philip C. Kneil Stanwood W. Sparrow Robert H. Wolcott The object of this Association shall be “to mark in a fitting manner those who have conferred honor upon their Alma Mater by a high grade of scholarship as undergraduates, or by their attainments as alumni; and to foster a spirit of liberal culture in the engineering schools of America.” 113 Clan 1910 Preface WENTY years ago Professor Sanscrittio Digarockup, then an instructor at the “College of Life” in New York city, became interested in the traditions of the Wachusett peoples buried in the frightful eruption of that volcano in late 1910, following close upon an appearance of Halley’s comet. ’Tis said that so ter¬ rible was the disaster that no authentic report of it was to be had at the time, much less now, nearly two thousand years after. ' The period immediately preceding has vanished completely from history, so that we have now but hearsay evidence of those fearful struggles of the twentieth century, when men were compelled to pan out a tremendous accumulation of worn-out tailings to get at one small grain of true knowledge. Yet these were the very birth-throes of the ideals on which our modern care-free life has been erected. With such thoughts the professor gath¬ ered together eleven assistants, and supplied with but meagre funds, dug deep down by the famous periodic springs situated sixteen miles south of the mountain, which, usually clear and limpid, change in mid-January and again in late May to blue and then to a deep purple, boil violently, and emit sulphurous fumes. Ten years they dug silently and per¬ sistently. Rumor said they had found the bed of an old pond, certainly skel¬ etons enough, but they carefully concealed any discoveries they may have made. Then one day without explanation they left their task. The profes¬ sor, careworn and broken in spirit, returned to his university. Backers of his enterprise, demanding results, pursued him thither. Public author¬ ities and an enraged populace, resenting his calumnies, would have liked to bury the poor professor at the bottom of his excavation, which the public safety caused to be refilled, but he escaped on a well-grounded plea of insanity. His assistants kept under cover. 114 Now, at his death, he has left a scant manuscript as the sum total of his great labor, and so much expenditure of popular subscription. It seems to contain notes of a pre-eruption clan whose records he had there unearthed. He himself has compiled a history of their wars, that being their vital business. To this war tale he adds selections from their literature, old folk tales and ballads, broken accounts of progress in astrology, alchemy and the combination of water and fire, curious myth¬ ology of gods and heroes, and finally, from some hall of statesmen or gallery of rogues, he has resurrected actual photographs of the clansmen them¬ selves, with accounts of each, his peculiarities, titles and standing in the tribe. We do not presume to comment. The professor, it seems, believed he had discovered the beginnings of that movement towards death of care, whose fruits we now enjoy. Under this delusion, if such it be, he pro¬ fessed great respect for these warriors and their stern generals, to meet whom he had broken down a space of 1950 years of time. He would make them our heroes too! Perhaps he might, had not some great disap¬ pointment checked him so suddenly. For this mysterious what, we must look to his writings for a clue. f ((I -so A 115 Four Years’ War Chapter I The Gathering of the Clan On 19th, cruiting Sergeant Marshall was very busy telling off, with austere eye, the raw recruits, marshalin g them for inspection by scowling Com¬ mandant Engler. Who were these men, and why were they here ? A question by no means easy to answer then or now, not even by Zelotes with his expository whos and whys, but thus thundered the scowling commandant in his open¬ ing address: “You have come here voluntarily to engage in fell battle against ignorance, the enemy of our race. You have been trained and se¬ lected by processes calculated to show your fitness, and you have paid money for this privilege. Trained officers, the wisest in the land, will drill and lead you. If you do not preserve your fitness by lusty fighting, your death is certain. The wounded will not be tended by Red Cross nurses, but must look to it that they become quickly healed lest, thrice wounded, they be dropped by the wayside.” While meek recruits tremble and valorous hearts beat for the fray, let us not smile, for this was deadly earnest to them. Rules of war, not to be questioned by timorous recruits, governed them: rules laid down and found in fragments of their catalogue, which prescribed method and imple¬ ments of attack, no doubt necessary enough in such pandemonium as then reigned, though seeming curious to modem investigators. Let it be our purpose, then, not to expound this dry fabric of rules and processes, but rather to see in what manner did this clan of 1910 interpret, diversify and change these rules so that they were better than endurable, and at times showed some gleams of life. Chapter II Drilling the Recruits Be its personnel what it may, there shall be no delay in whipping the new regiment into shape. Experienced generals have already partitioned and organized them. Tasks are assigned and military discipline is in vogue. The raw recruit empties his pockets meekly at the commissary, exchanging papa’s gold for whatsoever hard¬ ware the quartermaster can make profit on, then copies orders into his red book, and hies to the barracks to prepare for action on the morrow. First year’s campaigning he found to be mostly drill. In the foundry, he dug mother earth; in shop, hammered, whittled and painted; with sharp 6H sword he slaugh¬ tered torus rings, pipe fittings, cycloids and parabolas by the axiometric, isometric, Gib- sonian or A. L. Smith rule. Sophistic Coombs set up dummies, French, German and English shapes and styles; furnished, aimed and held the gun while the brave recruit pulled the trigger, and marveled at his success. Tastes of real fighting did not lack when General Grant Conant 117 directed the attack upon Remainders which always remained, Horner’s roots, and sines of all direful results; invisible, inde¬ structible enemy inflicting frightful wounds. Bitter, too, was the fighting under Lord Kinnicutt and his aids, Kaiser Friedrich Bonnet, Satirist Dan 0 ’Regan and one Fred. Here at least could the enemy be seized by the throat, and flasks, stands and beakers smashed over his bloody head. Off duty other things had been done. Hardly had the first day’s work commenc¬ ed when some of the ’10 clan were implicat¬ ed in a street riot, wherein “half-way- through” veterans of —- ’08 were assailed, after a feast, by envious rioters from other regiments of the line. Executive was needed and Bill Weir took the President’s chair. More serious rioting broke out when the clan lined up for a photo¬ graph by the rosy-cheeked war correspondent. Scoundrels from ’09 attempted to break up the picture with a stream of water from the third story of Boynton Hall. Retaliation was prompt. Infuriated clansmen dashed up both stairways, cutting off escape, broke in barricaded doors, and seized hungrily on the bodies of Wagner and his mates. Sophis¬ tic Coombs had need then of originality, but rose to the occasion (high up on his own chair), and with voice of thunder ordered the rioters from the building. Cowed ’10 retired with the hose, were triumphantly pho¬ tographed, and then, with ’09, paid the damages. From certain of Zelotes’ records, it appears that the generals approved of games between the regiments. Clan ’10 met Wagner’s hated tribe in football—a brutal sport—and were defeated 11—0. A veteran manager of track sports stirred them up so well that they loped off with 334 out of 630 possible points in the cross-country runs. In baseball they revenged the football defeat to the tune of 6—1. Records show that they, too, had a feast this year at the Bay State Hostelry, where Wagner danced to their music. No interruption is recorded, and there was a grand celebration around the campfire on their return to camp. 118 Greatness except in size appeared not in ’10 during this first year. They were being shaped rather roughly by the generals, and fought, feasted and played much as others of their age, but one act of their body politic was significant, boding much of evil or good. The clan, sitting in the council of the whole, decided that in the next campaign it should be the supreme regiment, and proceeded to appoint a committee which was to draw up regulations and rules to be observed by the incoming regiment, and the clan rose and took solemn oath that it would support the committee. On the approach of the hot season, all but one division of the clan disbanded. The drill sergeants deemed that these men had not been suffi¬ ciently prepared, and besides there was need of models of certain munitions for the next campaign. It is recorded, however, that “Chickadee,” the drill-master, was merciful and winked at small breaches of discipline, only calling them up sharp when too many had gathered ’round the bench of a minstrel and story-teller called Porter. The men became more careless as discipline relaxed, and “Hap” and Wheeler forgot that a circular saw would cut flesh as well as wood, thereby having to visit the hospital for a short time. Other small accidents kept the drill-master on edge. A small fragment, which also seems to be of this period, tells of a carousal at the village inn called the “Bay State,” and speaks of a contest between Sergeant “Chick” and Minstrel Porter, and something is said about tales or yarns, but the rest is illegible. No further record of the army is found till the next campaign begins. Two decisive battles were fought, first aid to the injured forbidden, no quarter given or taken, and commandants, now turned referees, judged, condemned and counted truly. Killed, 34. Injured, 59. Missing, 11. Chapter III Internecine Strife The Quarrel Between the Army of ’10 and the Raw Recruits of ’ll, Wherein the Recruits are Finally Subdued. In September, when “ J. K.” mobilized the army of ’10, “per order of the President,” that is, such of the recruits as had been found fit to con¬ tinue. the marked activity of Privates Fritch, Weir and Atherton showed that the freshman rules committee had not been idle. Glaring posters were seen in conspicuous places, and as the new recruits came forth after the commanding General’s address, ’10 stood ready with uniforms, a grey cap 119 surmounted by a large red button. The dissatisfaction of ’ll with these uniforms was the beginning of the quarrel which lasted through the whole campaign. Although there was constant friction between the parties, there was no open violence till the night Bassett and some other recruits were caught after a social at Plymouth Meeting-house, and were forced to parade, make speeches, hop around in a circle, and to do other stunts on the main street of the town, and finally to run the gauntlet before going back to camp. This maddened ’ll, and soon after they tried to rush the veterans, after a social at the meeting-house on Highland Street. This was a drawn battle and only increased the animosity. It was considered the duty of both armies to keep the barn well painted, and here a wily recruit gained a point on “Spike” and the painting committee of TO, for, after being forced to decorate the barn in the style approved by them, he silently slipped back and re-decorated it in a different manner. In games, the new recruits thought to repeat the trick which TO had turned the year before in the cross-country runs, but when nearly half the army of TO turned out for the final run and captured all but two of the first twelve places, and fourteen out of the possible twenty, the recruits were sadly disappointed. In football, however, owing to the vet¬ erans’ over-confidence, and the extreme slipperiness of “Sandy” and “Birdie,” the former were badly beaten. In basketball, TO again showed the recruits their proper place in one of the worst fights of the feud. She was again very confident, having on her team four veteran players, and this time the confidence was not misplaced. The Athertons entirely forgot the meaning of brotherly love; Hall and Fitzpatrick had considerable trouble—in fact TO became so interested in drubbing the recruits that the latter had nearly pulled out a victory, when the clear eye of Pease aimed the ball true, and tied the game. This would never satisfy either side, so there was a continuation. Then it was that “Stanford” White, waiting quietly at one side, caught the ball as it came out of a scrimmage and threw the basket that won the game. This rather galled “Spike,” who, not to be outdone, threw another for good measure. The mo st signal and humiliating defeat which TO inflicted on the recruits came a little later, and the account of it is taken verbatim from the diary of a contemporary writer: “Freshman barracks empty! The report coming simultaneously from several quarters can point to but one thing: banquet! Those green recruits will have a feast, and shall awakened TO sit idly by? But the news comes late and that mighty clan is scattered far and wide. Perhaps they cannot be gathered in sufficient numbers and quickly. Hold! Little Louis has evolved a better plan. Whit Porter, Chet Wing, Karl and ‘Tunc’ listen eagerly, then draw back aghast at the boldness of it. Not 120 for long. ’Tis a daredevil plan, let us have a daredevil to aid us. Fitz, quickly summoned, comes down with wife ‘Tommy.’ Five minutes later the populace of the antiquated town grumble as a ruffianly bunch wends toward the old Bay State. “All is merriment there, the feast is half o’er, not a soph in sight, and if they do have courage to come they shall repent it. But here is business for the hotel clerk. Two travelers from ‘up kentry’ with suit-cases wish a room on the side, register as A. L. Williamson and J. W. Hayes, and are conducted to room No. 101. A sudden transformation and ‘Squeak’ and ‘Fitz’ are hunting feverishly for some other room. No success! Herrick must doff his coat, which Tommy brings in for a freshman who telephoned for it. On the trail of the bell-boy. The room is found! But locked! What matter, $2 will pick any lock. “Then with the recruits already making speeches, chuckling at pig¬ headed TO, what a hustle to transport cloaks and headgear to room No. 101! ‘ Chuck the dips under the bed. ’ And now the window. The waiting hack is in the alley, and Moses would have envied the ensuing shower of coats. Nor could any longshoreman, however stimulated, have heaved as Whit, Chet, Tunk, Karl and Barton did that night. Thud!—the last one is in; Tommy, well nigh covered up, slams the door, and the hack, its trusty driver directed by Herrick, clatters out of the alley and northward up the village street. Five ruffians disperse, with a muttered WJ ren¬ dezvous.’ And none too soon, for the speeches are nearly spent. “Nor has Fitz escaped. Run¬ ning the gauntlet of the lobby, a huge, raw-boned recruit seizes him by the arm. ‘What are you doing here, Fitz?’ ‘Cut it, can’t you see I’m-’ and 1 released by sympathetic Hall, he walks with outward calm to the street, while Hall rubbers to see if he, too, is ac¬ quainted. The Discovery. “The gnashing of teeth, stamping through the hostelry, the arousing of guests which followed, need not be detailed. Most of the coats were recov¬ ered at the M. E. Lab. Fitz 121 was not at home when they sought him, and because of the disturbance his barrack-master telephoned for the public guard. Awakening from sleep (?) the next morning, newly-appointed investigating committees and vengeance squads of ’ll read this notice in red ink, ably composed by the pen of ‘Grouch Gregor,’ and see the joke: “ ‘Regiment of the Line: 1910 is pleased to aid the investigating committee by announcing that the following men stole the overcoats at the banquet: A. L. Worthen W. T. Fitzpatrick J. M. Thompson E. R. Barton F. S. Twomey K. E. Herrick C. E. Wing W. S. Porter’ ” Thus was the signal defeat accomplished. As the cold season drew to a close and active preparation began for the final great battle of the general campaign, the war correspondent took a picture of the clan of TO in battle array. It was not obtained without considerable trouble, for several recruits, smarting under the humiliation of losing their coats, tried to retaliate by wetting down the veterans with a stream from a fire hose. They only partially succeeded, however, and one of the band, “Chub” Sargent, was caught and well soaked for his impudence. The picture was successfully taken. “Runt” Stewart, another of the conspirators, was caught that noon by the clansmen at the barracks, and was about to be ducked in the pond, when recruits from both QTJ and -AE barracks rushed to the rescue. There resulted a gen¬ eral conflict, in which both sides were considerably dampened. Shortly thereafter, the recruits tried to get the correspondent to take their picture, but found it a difficult task. A division of the clan of TO first stole and hid the correspondent’s ap¬ paratus, and then the whole clan gathered to attack the recruits as they came forth from General Kinnicutt’s drill-hall. The attack was given up on an appeal from General Kinnicutt, who de¬ plored internecine strife, but it was only on condition that the recruits’ picture should not be taken before the new electrical laboratory. Not satisfied with getting’ off so easily, the foolish recruits kidnapped “Wild P.” Green, and tried to get him into the middle of their picture. This was too much for clansman Atherton, who, seeing no other way of preventing it, tackled the camera as if it were a football dummy and brought it crashing down. The payment for the damage made quite a hole in the clan’s funds, but its honor was saved. In the running games, just before the great battle, the veterans were again victorious, easily defeating the recruits, even though they were aided by the redoubtable Hall. Chapter IV Calculus and Other Enemies Having carved out a starting-point in this hostile land, and finding the enemy had closed in behind and now stretched away infinitely on all four sides, it became expedient to divide the army into four grand divi¬ sions corresponding to the points of the compass. The personnel of each was made voluntary in order to secure the best service. Commissions in the Northern army were taken out by those pre¬ viously trained, or apt at operating the high currents which here existed. Thirty hardy souls volunteered to subjugate the children of lightning. To the east a small division gathered, comprising those whose reckless daring and nerve were sufficient to make and handle high explosives. Be¬ sides supplying munitions to all four armies from their central laboratory, they must invade a wild, desolate land, sparsely populated, but protected by cyanide springs and volcanoes emitting poisonous overpowering fumes. Engines of warfare, steam propelled, were manned by thirty-five grimy firemen of the west, who must besiege and lay low mighty cities, spy out and outwit the enemy in use of infernal machines. The largest division was enrolled for southern service. Here in a more open country, field engagements were frequent and heavy field guns, accurately sighted, were effective. Just a month went by before the first serious skirmish took place. The bitterest foes were calculus and physics, who simultaneously attacked all four divisions, while minor banditti of German and French irregulars roamed about, harassing the flanks. Many too careless privates were picked off by these sharpshooters, but Lieutenant Hedin would not take pre¬ cautions. Casualties were few in this skirmish, and three others followed 123 124 CLASS OF 1910—SOPHOMORE YEAR before a fierce decisive engagement in midwinter. Twenty or thirty men fell in this week’s battle, most of them slain by the accelerated velocities at Ewellstein Forks. The east wing had been thrown into hopeless confusion through fail¬ ure to understand the intricate field operations which Major Olshausen mapped upon the chart. However perfect the plans, so disheartened and uncertain was the attack that the arch-enemy, Calculus, was never fully subdued. Meanwhile the beloved veteran Sinclair led the “procession” of Southern and Western troops by easy marches to the very heart of the enemy’s country. Not only the enemy, but the soldiers themselves were surprised at the utter rout which followed his skillful strokes. Closely- formed platoons of Integrals were broken into and differentiated to the four winds, never again to trouble the victors, who had gathered their trophies compactly into the Sinclair note-book. Fresh troops, such as Railroad Curves, rallied the fleeing Integrals, attacking the Southern wing with vigor. The Southerners, however, com¬ manded alternately by Marat Ives, Captain Stubby Williams and “The Delirious Sergeant,” Roger, stood their ground. Under Marat, they strengthened their hold on the ground gained in previous engagements. But “Stubby” insisted on an advance as well requiring thorough train¬ ing. For “Roger,” however, no preparation of any sort was necessary, for they charged, reckless and haphazard, into the thick of the fight, know¬ ing full well that scars of valor would bring more recognition than dis¬ cretion. It had long been the Southern practice to go into action smok¬ ing peacefully, but this was suddenly discontinued in pursuance of an order posted in all the barracks and drill halls. Many other schemes were devised by Marat to increase the efficiency of his division. More popular than the abolishment of the canteen was the ordinance by which a soldier who “killed” his enemy independently must annex a small square to his report, while, if assisted in the least, a circle must be the symbol. On the other side of the hill the Northern brigade had many a clash with Qualitative Analyses, but routed the enemy at every turn, under the strenuous guidance of Captain Dennis Calhane. The Westerners were slow in getting their machines into action, owing to their practice of deferring morning mess until after the 8.00 a.m. roll- call by Corporal “Pa” Fairfield, and of deserting the ranks silently, one at a time, under various pretexts of tools to be repaired. The Eastern section fared best of all, and easily won their engage¬ ments. Quantitative Analyses were leisurely reduced. They rode eagerly through historic lands of Chemistry, and spies sent ahead brought back detailed reports of the very results Bobbie Sweetser expected. Armed with these data, that same-desired result became easy for all. 125 On the approach of spring the campaign waxed hotter and more des¬ perate. The whole army was aroused and worked hard acquiring accoutre¬ ments, hand-grenade rolls, and favorable positions for the final, inevitable battle now fast approaching. When it came at last, preparation was so perfect that Physics and Calculus were completely routed, and the army disbanded with small loss of-—- Killed, 28. Wounded, 34. Missing, 10. Enlisted, 17. Chapter V Camp at Capua After the close of active campaigning, in June of the year 1908, the Army of the South began a series of manoeuvres entirely of its own. From this time on, there was less and less of co-operation among the four armies in the field as they penetrated farther into diverse and unknown territory. Excessive summer heat soon compelled them to leave the stamp¬ ing grounds of Green Hill, Elm Park and the heights of Bancroft and begin their respective furloughs. Under orders from Brigadier General French, Marat and his new aids, “Ajax,” shining with facial creams and hair oil, and Davenport, moody, but gentle in aspect, they soon were reunited at Camp Stephenson, below Chaffin’s Pond. The rendezvous was splendidly located in the embrace of a little river which breathed gentle malarial fogs upon the 126 campers. On the well-drained hillside, space was reserved for drilling purposes. Here, on Monday afternoon, tents were quickly raised by the thirty odd survivors of Ewellstein and Hilt’s Turnouts. The first catastrophe happened one night when “Fitz” kicked a bed down upon himself and was obliged to apply for a furlough. Along with Action began immediately, and three companies were formed. Marat led one towards Unionville, while “Ajax” and “Davy” were left behind to guard the railroad and drive the enemy back to Dawson. Preliminary warfare was carried on by small scouting parties, who by day sought out, leveled down, and ran through lines, contours, profiles and ruling grades, and by night raided orchards and cornfields. 127 this came heavy rains, with consequent floods, which threatened a whole¬ sale washout, had not Terrence, Bill Butler and Martin constructed a dam. The skies cleared, and in the ensuing fair weather Marat worked his lines up to that schoolhouse, but here Atherton, of the Northern Army, was constantly on the watch. In the conquest of Dawson, “Pea” Green did not hesitate to mount his guns upon a roof, nor did “Herbie” fail to occupy a P. C. in a raging torrent. Copies of the Worcester “Telalie” reached the front with com¬ plaints of villagers of boisterous singing by soldiers off duty. It told of a jolly crew from the camp, who traversed the main street of Holden clear to Jefferson, to the tunes of “The Friar,” “Rosie O’Grady,” “Columbus,” “Snappo.” and “Clementine.” It may have been this night that “Bart” Leary referred to in his memoirs, when “Alice” led the bunch down the railroad track to Quinapoxet. “Bart” could not take a whole tie at a step, and was so far behind he could only faintly hear them threatening to murder “Alice ” if his next one-half mile did not produce that station. When Bart arrived, Moore and “But” had the station lamp unhooked, and an hour later it swung among the camp trophies. Iflie campaign was closed with the location of the enemy. Having surrounded them by degrees, with spirals, curves and slopes staked along the entire line of march, the division retired to headquarters to make estimates of the cost of a complete conquest. The night before breaking camp, while “Davy” and “Ajax” slept, the five soldiers remaining, instigated by one “Fowley” of the Eastern Army, decided to show their zeal for duty by burning the one building which might be of service to their enemies—the flies. Totti placed the camera, while Ilewes and Leary shoveled coals, and “Bert” Rhodes and 12S Bill Weir brought matting. The flames crawled up the side, a draught was formed, and the miniature flatiron building was a tower of crack¬ ling flame. The door fell partly in, two walls fell outward, and soon only burnt wood remained, and the useful house was no longer to be seen. “Davy” and “Ajax” slumbered on. The Southern contingent did not again assemble, until with all the regiment they gathered in the old city for a triumphant feast. Chapter VI Mutiny of Southern Army The menacing signature of A. W. French had stamped out arson among his troops, and when they returned to a third year of warfare, their spirits whetted by the air of the camp, they found it hard to restrain themselves within the fortifications at Boynton. Sergeant Fish would lead them to most interesting encounters, and provoked their humor dan¬ gerously for the discipline of the grimmer colonels. Major Haynes barely recognized their timid salutes, but they quickly found he was absolutely square and human in his way. Marat’s regulations for fort duty, or lack of them, constituted a big grievance. It was hard to figure out why hours were assigned, if every man was supposed to do extra duty. That is, every man but the one, the fastest, by whose ability the hours were apportioned, must work that much longer or succumb by himself. Human men do not delight in torturing their fellow beings by setting an impossible pace. The idea prevailed among the ranks that every man should do what he could, no more or less. of ffl embersbtp AM. FEDERATION OF CIVIL ENGINEERS LOCAL No. 866, W. P. I., 1910. VThis Certifies 129 130 C1VILS “Grouch” Gregor, defiant, and ready for any outcome, headed a paper, which was an agreement not to scab. This was quickly signed by the rest of the thirty men. But this was thought to be hardly sufficient to stay the panic when reports came due, so “Gregor,” “Tunc,” Bill Weir and “Alice” were commissioned to find out the sentiments of the Southern wing, with the result that the union was formed and union cards issued. Hardly had fort duty hours arrived the next day, when the self- appointed directors gathered for a secret conference in the cellar, beneath the General’s quarters. Here “Alice” read to them the constitution, which he had written over night. The special permit rules were eagerly dis¬ cussed, and one half an hour later they reported the plans to the excited company. A meeting was held, cards distributed and the constitution was ratified and sworn to. So united was the action that the directors did not await the formal ratification to institute the desired forms. All benches were emptied with union promptness, at the appointed time. Pens were cleaned before the bell rang, and when Marat went scouting as to how much work should be completed, he found the difference between that covered by Leary and Lyons, or Poutier and “Pea” Green, to be almost negligible. Perplexed as ever, he sought his fence. When the cards came, a noisy, reckless crowd gathered in Jenny’s room, and “Tim” Lyons, of Bricklayers’ No. 53, was quickly chosen for speaker, with A. D. T. as treasurer, and Jack Leary for prosecuting attorney. A rush for cards and an order for permits ensued. All joined, sworn unionists, and Commandant Engler frowned as they tore shouting out of the fort on day leave. The mutiny soon proved to be contagious, and Kinnie’s men soon organized, while Bird’s mechanics were only hesitating. Even the grinders of the Northern wing commented favorably. The question was asked on all sides whether it was to be a revolt or a revolution. Special Permit For date of . - J.f For date of hours ; from .. 10 0 ‘ ..Jfl??:.. hours ; from. 131 132 CHEMISTS Chapter VII Mutiny of the Chemists When the Eastern Army heard of the mutiny of the Southerners, long cherished grievances against their own leaders quickly occurred to them, and frequent mutterings began to be heard here and there. One by one they drifted into the weighing-room, and Private “Red” Cum¬ mings immediately assumed the chair. A committee was soon appointed to draw up a constitution, and from this time on affairs rapidly pro¬ gressed. The constitution was unanimously voted a masterpiece, and the ratification was but a moment’s work. “Red’s” well-known dignity led him to be chosen President of the union, while “Nellie” Chase as Secre¬ tary as usual set an illustrious example for the younger men. The usual membership cards and time cards were procured, and as a deviation, a great quantity of stickers, upon which was the word “approved,” were also issued, and were used on all reports. A board of directors was now chosen, and to facilitate matters, each director assumed charge of four men and had to see that each man, in his assignment, properly lived up to his union oath. These directors issued the necessary stickers and in case a man was lax in attaching a sticker to his report, the director himself fixed it. After a few weeks the work of the union began to run smoothly, dues were promptly paid, meetings were regularly attended, and the unionists ate well, and slept easily o’er nights. Chapter VIII Suppression of the Mutinies With mutiny running its wild course through the South and East and threatening the West, the leaders began to have grave doubts whether the enemy could be successfully overcome. Marat, unable to believe his eyes, crept noiselessly about in quest of more certain proofs. The little slips lying about on the many benches were proof enough, but he was not satisfied. Driven desperate he at last collared Private Green. The 133 134 CLASS OF 1910—JUNIOR YEAR latter told him all, and did not hesitate to praise the new system, and Marat, discountenanced, retreated under cover of his chortling laugh. The leaders hastily conferred in an effort to stamp out the mutiny, with the result that Major Haynes read an order to the united army relating to unions in general, and in particular pointed down to unions in an army. General Churchill French, relying on reason, related a parable to his mutinous corps. They listened respectfully, caught the point, but under¬ stood it to be a joke, for the kernel was shorter than the parable. The General believed in overtime for its own sake, while the privates believed a system of hours should have meaning. As authority waxed angrier, the rabble became merrier, for they had gained their point; and so with the mildest of fighting and easy marches they fought out the campaign, in the memory of which the enemy has nearly disappeared, and only its great practical jokes stand out to mark it in their minds as a huge but not worthless farce. More prompt and decisive was the action of General Kinnicutt when the tell-tale stickers began to appear on the reports. Sergeant Sweetser was the first to notice them, and he retired to his own sanctum, made a careful analysis, to see if any dangerous element was to be found in them. For many days he pon¬ dered over them before he made his report to Gen¬ eral Kinnicutt. Immediately, dark clouds were seen to gather around the General’s offices, and groups of men, scattered here and there, in low- pitched voices eagerly discussed the outcome of the Sergeant’s report. At last the notice was posted ordering a meet¬ ing of the Eastern Army to be held in Recitation Room B, a place where many battles had been contested. Here Treadwell had been routed. A. A. Noyes put to flight, and in the earlier days Newth had been mortally wounded. At the appointed time, all places were filled, and the General, with a stern frown, arose to give his ultimatum: ‘ ‘ The union must be disbanded, or every private will be dishonorably discharged from the army. ’ ’ With this, he silently withdrew, promising to return shortly for the verdict. Without much discussion, each man voted to withdraw from the union, and when the General returned, the union was a thing of th e past. 135 136 ELECTRICS Nevertheless, the spirit of unionism remained, and each man lived up to an unwritten constitution, and this was what had been striven for in the first place. Chapter IX The Army of the North It was well that the mutinous spirit of haughty Southerners and the ragamuffins of the East did not break out in the other two wings or seriously affect the combined operations. The North ever were stolid and dependable, staunch Swiss guards, who held the others in line whenever they combined forces with them. They held the centre safe, while dear old Major “Jenny” subdued Adam Smith, the Single Taxers, Joe Cannon and his House, and the infamous Worcester Telegram in a most convincing manner. His method was to point out personally that particular stronghold of the enemy he wished to capture and determine the number of their bands; then, with solemn, graphical exposition of that number, to send his soldiers out to capture them all—“ten minutes!” Whether his eye¬ sight was too keen or he had a habit of indicating one more than existed, is not known, but certainly no private, possibly excepting “Ked” Cum¬ mings, had ever located that last band, when the bugle sounded the retreat—“Papers, please!” Dearest of all officers to his divisions was Sergeant Fish. Laughing at laborious Church, he led his men to the easiest of victories. His wit on the firing-line kept the warriors in a merry humor, so that they never worried about precious moments until the final conflict was on. Then Fish would diabolically lead them to impassable barricades, and frightful carnage seemed imminent. Yet when the count was taken it appeared that the sergeant, relenting, had himself dispersed the enemy of his crea¬ tion. and in his capacity as umpire called enough fouls on the enemy to give his men the de¬ cision. 137 All armies were infested with minute microscopic P. Lab “skeeters, ” but found that these yielded readily to “frigging” treatments. As usual the Northerners suffered most, running into terrible breeding swamps. To them alone fell the task of subduing still more frightful enemies. Due to the rough topogra¬ phy, they had been compelled to change their tactics from steady advances and close for¬ mations to short, speedy dashes and sharp skirmishes. The “number killed” seemed to les¬ sen after the open country was left, but great annoyance was caused by the small wounds, whose frequence increased with the roughness of the coun¬ try; the climate, moreover, retarded the headway. Their kelpy General endeavored to strengthen the positions by increas¬ ing the number and the time on duty of the sentinels; this, however, proved of little use, for the men were often caught sleeping at their posts, and finally the General of the sea-weed had to abandon the experiment; in fact, he himself withdrew from active direction. New materials were discovered along the route, and some of the men, with more or less birdlike alertness, discerned their possibilities in assist¬ ing in the warfare. Cast iron ever held their interest. It seems that the natural hardships of the rough country fairly equaled those of actual battle. Many feet were frozen, and the canned meat went back on the whole army. So humid was the atmosphere that no dry hot-air cooking could be done— everything had to be boiled and steamed. For a while it seemed that all communication would be stopped—the fog cut off wig-wag and heliograph, and smoke signaling was out of the question. The mules all got ceased. This sad state of affairs had gone on for a short time when a quiet, open-eyed general of practical bearing, one who heretofore had kept the distemper and progress practically 138 secluded, came forth with plans for applying the mysterious power—elec¬ tricity—to overcome all the difficulties. The men quickly became enthusiastic in the application of the new power—it proved a grand success in the operation of the engines of war, but in spite of the exercise it was given it was impossible to tire it out, and from time to time, and without the slightest warning, it would break loose and perform all kinds of antics. No longer did the war seem a perpetual hardship, nay, it began to take on the color of a strenuous sport. The army presently found itself working along up the roaring, seething, grinding Kinematics River, and at the close of each day, the men, weary with toil, sought recreation by spending a few moments on the river. As night came on their tiny craft could be seen feeling their way in and out among the rocks. Toward spring the men began to grow fat, for food was plentiful. There w r as an abundance of a particular berry of a peculiar ultra-violet hue, which appeared infra-red in the moonlight; because of this peculiar phenomenon the men called these berries “alternating currents.” The branches of the plant offered a considerable impedance to the collecting of the fruit, but when once gathered the currents were served up in many delicate dishes at the hands of the cooks under the able German commis¬ sary, who also proved his excellent capacity in making pickles. Late in the spring the fighting became sharper. Many men were overcome by the heat and the camp hands were in constant terror; this, in fact, was the direct cause which forced the army to suspend operations, for the commissary suffered frequent hysteric attacks, and finally strayed from the camp. Their well-known persistence pulled them through successfully, and they were able to lend a hand to the Westerners and learn of a new method of warfare. Chapter X Raids Guerrilla warfare was first perfected by Bird’s Western Micks in this same third year. Armed to the teeth, as in the old sketches here re¬ produced, they made desperate raids and forays for miles into the sur¬ rounding country searching for practical, definite information of hostile movements, and leaving a path of desolation in their wake. The first of these was under the direction of the steam engineer, who led them through Chestnut Hill, Boston, and South Boston. The raid was 139 MECHANICS 140 hardly under way when Whit Porter started foraging and picked up enough pennies by matching to pay his fare into Boston. At Chestnut Hill they found how a city’s water supply was handled. As soon as Bos¬ ton was reached, the troopers went on private expeditions of their own, and were not seen again till the home camp was reached. Pete had a whole¬ some fear of the public guard, and tried hard to prevent G. N. and Brig from falling into their clutches. The thing nobody could quite figure out, though, was where “Chub” acquired the family which he was toting around South Boston the next morning. This was early in March. In May, Pa led the troop in a raid on Providence, where many methods of building engines and machine tools were found. The thing which seemed to the army most important on this raid was the inspection of the town which preceded the attack on Rhodes-on-the-Pawtuxet. The second night the inspection was even more thorough, and Rhodes- on-the-Pawtuxet was again attacked. No permanent gain was made, how¬ ever, although Whit and Brig regretted that they did not stay longer and try again, while Zink was sorry he stayed as long as he did. It was wonderful, too, the amount of ginger ale Bill Armour could consume, and the effect it had on him. The last raid of the campaign was after the great battle of May 23-29, and was made with sadly thinned ranks, though some help was given by the division of ’ll. Athol was found to be rather dull to all but Charles Leamy, who was nearly captured by a band of suffragettes. One no table thing which was often mentioned in the fragmentary records of these raids was Whit Morden’s continual use of a small notebook, for what purpose none but himself knew. 141 142 CLASS OF 1910-SENIOR YEAR In regular campaigning many other interesting tilings happened to the army of the West. Crossing the Kinematics River, Zink could not understand Dingtoe’s orders, and was lost overboard, while Hewes got into trouble for being too original. Downe never could ask “Punk” a question without laughing at the thought of the extremely cireumlocuting answer that was sure to follow. “Piggy” was astounded one day to find that Brig did not know what cast iron was. In steam and thermo the Colonel never could quite tell whether the army were serious or not, and wasted much time with his “Come, come, class,” and by sending the “class to the board with the steam tables.” Nor will those men ever forget that afternoon when for half an hour “Charlie” Allen explained, expounded and amplified to them the fact that they absolutely were the worst, dirtiest, thickest and most wrong-headed crowd that ever were in the Army of the West. Not that he meant much of what he said, but he had to relieve his feelings that day in some way. The third year’s campaign closed with a total count in the entire army of— Enlisted, 10 Killed, 19 Injured, 27 Missing, 5 Chapter XI The Last Campaign After three years of recruiting, drilling and subordination, 1910 at last furnished the picked troops of the battalion. Its men had now be¬ come hardened, seasoned veterans; trained in the wiles of warfare; keen to scent danger and versed in the then accepted means of avoiding it. Many a cartridge belt carried tiny rolls and pellets which costly expe¬ rience had taught were essential as a “last aid to the injured.” They had become ambitious for fame and reward and now their shoulders were weighed down with care and responsibility. On relief, their time w r as spent no longer in carousals and fests at the Inn, but in pursuit of knowl¬ edge and betterment. Their spirit, though eager, was well satiated, for now the enemy had grown in strength and in daring; they were assailed at all times and on all sides. Yet it was easier, for there w T as now appear¬ ing a common feeling between officers and rank; it was good to feel shoul¬ der against shoulder. Generals Bird and Kinnicutt, not lessening the ardor of their cam¬ paign, exhibited great tenderness for the welfare of their charges, pre¬ sumably believing that the survival of these through three strenuous years was evidence of their merit. They anxiously bound wounds and aided 143 the weary. The fatherly Kinnicutt guided and threatened and scolded as to erring children, while Bird, more astute, but solidly dependable, would puff his hardest for the benefit of one of his “Micks.” In the North, the brilliant General Smith, though maintaining great show of dignity, became the idol of his troopers. Questioning not, they bent to every task he bade them. That they burned the candle of life recklessly did not matter, for were they not learning even how to fill the place of His Majesty’s exchequer? Surely they were to be great men, far above the ordinary mortal. It was the proud Southerner who suffered most. Softened by three weeks of the green fields and vineyards of Capua, proud in his conceit of discipline broken by a “hurry-call” meeting, he was suddenly thrust under the Spartan leadership of General French. This iron leader, hero of a thousand conflicts, a Napoleon of war science, but a Churchill to his men, would have victory at all costs. His was the doctrine of survival of the fittest. His advance guard and front must be sound picked men; this was no place for the crippled and wounded, so these were sent back to recuperate. He taught well, and he was respected even as he was feared. The Gettysburg of this four years’ war was fought in January, 1910, the battle of the Wilderness, when the men, torn from their leaders, fought hand to hand with the enemy. The weather was cold and forbidding, and many were lost through mere exposure. All departments of the army suffered heavily, but it was the South who bore the brunt of the attack and whose loss was greatest. Forewarned of the impending conflict, they made hasty preparations and intrenched themselves in Johnson’s works. Dogged and determined, they awaited whatever fate the day might bring forth. Their fears were realized when the full weight of Cooper’s Extra Heavy rolled upon them from Pratt’s Bridge, even as Kahn’s reinforce¬ ment was hurled at them from the rear. The slaughter was frightful; one-thircl of that sturdy band fell, never to follow their leader again, and hardly a man but bore deep scars of the conflict. The battle, however, was won and now the survivors drew together in close array for the last scattering engagements which must come before the enemy would acknowledge his complete defeat. The great dangers and hardships w ere now past, and the survivors felt free to work somewhat for their own ends: to dream of future times when they should be leaders, not followers; to make private sallies according to their own judgment, and to submit to the council full reports of such, and finally to await the com¬ missions which should lead them to other fields and skies. Enlisted, 2 Killed, 13 Injured, 19 Re-enlisted, R. Fulton Gifford. 144 LITERATURE Rhymes of “Ten” Ye Knights Celebrate a Victory The wind howled cold its warning loud, And townsmen good in houses cowed; In whispered fear and accents low, They told of deeds of strength and woe, Of fights and celebrations too, Since Nineteen Ten had come to view. ‘ ‘ On suc-h a night, my dear, it was, ’ ’ The father told with timid pause, “The clan descended from the Hill , In joy intoxicated still, From victory there o ’er heathen might, Or e’en a brawl or petty fight. Enough it was that they felt gay, And started their destructive play; Nor gay alone was sentiment, But voice and dress and form all went To make the mad rejoicing ring Like wedding march of demon king. The hundred then like thousands seemed, And legion after legion streamed In torch-light march, from heights down here, As was their wont, in mad career. They shrieked and howled and ravaged round, With taunts and cries in challenge bound To other clans, or any one To try to e’en disturb their fun. As to and fro they marched in glee, A clansman strange they chanced to see, And pounced on him to entertain, With poking pennies up the lane, Rubbing his nose along the ground. But soon they tired and new toil found, And in their glee not once they knew The trouble then that was in brew. 145 A band of friends had gathered there To free their friend and then ensnare The revelers gay. At signal call, From every tree like catawaul, They sprang like mad into the fray; And near an hour they fought away, At waters’ edge before our eyes. Too much at last the exercise For stranger w 7 as; and Nineteen Ten Triumphed, and cast the breathless men Into the inky waters deep; Then madder still returned to keep The town in fear. Soon after that, We noticed high upon the flat, A ruddy glow like tongues of fire, At first quite low, but creeping higher. The monstrous blaze of war dance flame Weird pictures cast. Without a name, Remain the memories of that night, The shrieking sound, the awful sight”— The father paused, his words were gone, He drew a sigh and then -went on, “At last the morning came and brought Relief, though still my head was fraught With heavy memories of the night, That mad intoxicating fight, And scarce could I my eyes believe The sight I saw; for it would grieve The saints above. A carriage high In yon elm tree, to beautify The landscape, I suppose they meant By this mad prank. And more yet, For all the shutters off this house Were draped about on nearby boughs; The hitching post, pulled from the ground, Leaned on our door and kept us bound, As tight at home as though at jail, For out in back, they drove a nail Into each sill and sash. Such times are past. I bless the day When Nineteen Ten did pass away.” And coldly howled the wind its note As once it did in times remote. The Electricity of Love One house for both, and side by side, Together closely they reside. The thought he thinks, this thought she knows; What goes through him, through her too goes. 146 The cover wrapping him so tight Protects her also from the night. Togther work with might and main In synchronism never twain. So close they are through light and dark, Yet, strange to say, they never spark. Too well designed; supposedly so— Adjacent poles of a dynamo. The Time that Fish Got Mad ’E was such a jolly fellow, our dear friend Mr. Fish, And would so lighten up hour burdens with ’is humor devilish, That w r e came to like mechanics, hand not mind ’ow much we failed, For we knew ’e liked has w T ell as we to watch the chorus girls; And ’e’d be disappointed, too, if we read hold Church at all, And take so much more pleasure a-sendin’ us to the wall: Oh, we knew r ’e knew that studies were hat best a poor excuse, To save han ’owlin ’ faculty from well-deserved habuse. Bill Greenough and Jack Leary did their best to hillustrate The romance of mechanics, but with Elmer couldn’t compete; For has long as we were game henough to stand hup and take ’is jokes, ’E wasn’t always tellin’ us that we were bloomin’ blokes. Now in hevery blasted mortal there’s a streak of peevishness, Yet we were struck dumfounded when ’t broke out hin Mr. Fish; Per’aps ’is Frau ’ad ’inted hit was time the lawn was mowed, Per’aps ’is bike had busted, clear out by Moreland Boad, For sure that little dorgie, who loved hour class so well, Was not sufficient reason to make Elmer mad as ’ell. That bloomin’ puppy loved us hall, but ’is hespecial choice Was to lick Kid Nichols’ baby face, and ’ear ’is bloomin’ voice, The voice which would so hoft in times of draughtin’ room distress, With all the tunes from the latest shows drive haway hour peevishness; And so wffien that fatal mornin’ we ’ustled in to see some new inventions Sketched hon the board, the clawg tagged “Nick” with very best intentions. First, Mr. Fish, a little riled, ’ad Bill Weir put ’im hout. But w ' hen the dog came back again, each sport began to shout. Then Mister Fish turned red and gray beneath ’is shaggy beard, As ’e coaxed the dog wdthin ’is reach, and grabbed him by the collar, Dragged ’im houtside and slammed the door, while we set up a holler, Which ’owling murderous became w ' hen the persistent little cuss Came trotting hin the bother door and made straight towards Nichols’ place, Who, noticing the boss’s mood, tried ’ard to save his face. 147 “Mr. Nichols ’ says hour Elmer, “since you seem to be the cause Of hall this hinterruption, you may take your friend haway And liexercise ’im out of doors the remainder of the day.” Hat that the class grew quiet, and sat a shakin’ with fear, At the sight of Elmer hangry,—hat the words they then did ’ear; For such a terrific rakin’ no ’ated bloke would ’ave dared ’And out, yet we sat there so mum and hawful scared. Hand so hawkward, ’orribly polite that recitation was, That even ’Ector ’Ewes ’imself ’ardly dared wag ’is jaws. ’Ow Tve ’oped and prayed that Elmer wouldn’t long keep hon that way! And ’ow we ’ollered out for joy, to find ’im ’imself next day! So ’ere’s to you, Fuzzy Wuzzy! In you there’s nothin’ small! And hof all the several classes that which loved you best of all Was the freshest and the maddest which ever you had seen; And hof all the four divisions, though there was little chance to choose, ’Twas the madcap, wildcat Civils who’d be least willing to lose The friendship of a man who was as kind as ’e was keen. 148 Mythology Arranged by Professor Digarockup from Collections and Fragments Found in the Literature of an Ancient People Called “Ten” T first reading, no clear conception could be gained of these strange beings, their myths or gods; and the occasional foot-notes of the author were rather Ewell- istic in their obscured explanations; but I shall try to sketch briefly the more important features. Perhaps the most prominent figure among the greater gods, deities brought into prominence by their influence over the younger members of the tribes, is Kinnie (a corruption of “Kenne Gott”), a sort of reincarnated Zeus, who handled thunderbolts with his bare palms, a terrible creature with seared and bald head, stained hands, and clothes strangely disarranged. Kinnie is always represented as being accompanied by a weird and hairy animal, called Kelpie—later Bruce. The God of Stern Realities is another, much honored by the young. This god is usually called “Conie.” Reference is made to him as Diane de la Petite Voix, the Muse of Figures, which title might obscure the geuder but for the fact that he is represented with hair on his face instead of on his head. The Idol of the athletic world and the Cadmus of the tribes was Coombs, at whose feet w r eekly prayer was offered up with commendable monotony. Another figure in considerable prominence was Chic-a-dee, the Bacchus of the Clans, who helped to make Milwaukee famous. No explana¬ tion was found as to his origin or why he existed, unless it was to help support the tobacco trust. Among other lesser gods were Red Mac and Davis, who came in the guise of Indians from the West. Red Mac is always represented with a screw in one hand, while with the other, he brushes the curly locks of golden fleece from his massive brow. 149 An ancient poet thus describes another god of the same order: A mop of heavy raven hair, A grin that says my price is ten, The black maria comes in there; The picture ’s gone too quick for pen. Another god that came into prominence in the latter part of the nine¬ teenth century was Old Sleuth, also known as Moon Face, Stone Hatchet (Beilstein), and other more appropriate titles which, however, are un¬ printable. This deity could reach an absurd conclusion in less time and more illogically than the most illogical “Pat” Cronan. Worship at his shrine was unique in that, so far as had ever been discovered, he never had but one follower, and even Dantsizen strayed away at times. The Pinkertons were downcast when the Moon God gave his patronage to chemistry instead of eclipsing the mortal heroes, King Brady and Nick Carter. A true god is a well-loved god, who can compel respect and attention, not by brute force, nor by clever words, but by his personality. Among the clan of Chemists, Bobby was the true god. The Electric Tribe called him Gloomy Gus, quite aptly so far as appearances go, but he has been known to smile, and when it came to a choice, a Chemist would rather worship at Bobby’s altar than at any other. A group of heroes, sometimes looked upon as gods, is thus described in the rude jingles of the time: IDYLLS OF THE KING. Amidst the southern realms of Institute, To ancient castle Boynton, atop a hill, King Arthur brought his court, began his reign, With new-formed laws and vows to which his knights were sworn, Who sought the honors of his table round. His law was work unceasing, so must every vassal swear That never feast nor tourney, nor a faerie queene Should deter him from his labrous quest of certain power, Possessing which, he might build works to rouse old Merlin’s envy. A knight, Sir Williams Gruff, renowned for deeds at Shef, Barked hoarse his vows, right valorous did His liege lord’s plans promote. And all who served His just commands, felt that no man might mock His voice or size, howe’er ill-matched. Another knight whom Arthur honored ’bove the rest And gave the serfs unto his charge, nor harked Unto their murmurs, Sir Modred Marat, slave driver, With blank shield streaked with rust. 150 Then came a time When Gawain, a fiery knight, who Arthur’s surname bore, Well loved by King and subjects, yet unable to withstand His lust for life and pleasure, broke his vows right shamelessly, And fled with lady fair to realms of a new land, While through the disrupted kingdom treasonable murmurs ran, That the great King enforced, too rigidly, his ban. When Sir Gruff journeyed far, to reign over a vassal land, King Arthur must his council call, and then dub knight Sir Eoyal Percivale, whose moody visage showed No wanton lust for pleasure such as caused Sir Roger’s fall. And for his fourth, King Arthur sought a knight Of marvelous repute. Oh! a hopeful young Ajax, he came out of the west, And no knight in New England could match him at best, With face fresh swabbed, complexion so bright That beauteous maidens must envy the sight. Oh! this hopeful young Ajax lightly swore his vow r , With perpetual smile, condescends to allow Subjects of Arthur to discuss and dispute, While he reads what ‘ ‘ the text says, ’ ’ their claims to refute. Oh, a hopeless young Ajax has returned to the west; Of all the play-actors he was doubtless the best, Who ever starred in a heroine’s part, With infinite grace in this realm of high art. Then came a year of miracle, when that vacant chair In Arthur’s table round, where none could sit, Were he not w r orthier than the King himself, No more stood empty, for in that place there sat, All quiet, smiling, full powerful as the King, Yet not remorseless, merciless as his lord—No! a friend For every man who seeks, whate’er his creeds or vows, Giving to each his best, Sir Galahad, R. E. Another writer sings of a heroic group headed by: A. W. Duff, a Scotsman proud, A man of theory and facts, A man most firm, with intention vowed, To nail each crook right in his tracks. And schusme Punk, right after him, Helps execute his plan severe; The man that he could never trim, Could ne’er beyond the course appear. Then the writer rambles on about Fletcher, the melancholy Dane, most devout and ambitious to preach; Pegasus Harrington, who left for Ando¬ ver, and a surly “Doc” of great brilliancy. A Thirsty Land Tune: “A Shelter in the Time of Storm.” Worcester went dry the first of May: No rum in barrels and beer in kegs; And all the bar-keeps moved away, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. (Refrain) Oh, welcome is a bar in a thirsty land, A thirsty land, a thirsty land; Oh, welcome is a bar in a thirsty land, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. In Westboro, they had a bar, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs, Which was from Worcester, not too far, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. Then down to Oxford, Jere hied, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs, And well the Salt Box, he supplied With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. The second year, these towns went dry : No rum in barrels and beer in kegs. In Webster and Boston, we had to buy Our rum in barrels and beer in kegs. But Sterling Inn was near by trolley, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs, And Tech men found its banquets jolly, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. And now, we all these cares forget, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs, For Nineteen Ten finds Worcester wet; With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. (Refrain) Oh, welcome is a bar in a thirsty land, A thirsty land, a thirsty land; Oh, welcome is a bar in a thirsty land, With rum in barrels and beer in kegs. I saw her eyes and hair: suseeptance; I met the lady fair: conductance; I went to the Mere, Found only the Pere, Who said: ‘ ‘ Move along there! ’ ’—reactance. 152 153 Fetes of “Ten” Half -way Through T WAS a fete day for the clan, that 15th of September, the day before they were scheduled to gather again for a third year of strife and conflict. On this day they banqueted, and it was in Boston that they thus celebrated their 4 ‘ Half-way-through. ” The ranks had been broken for some little time, and it was with the keenest feelings of good fellow¬ ship that they gathered again on this day at the American House. This gathering had been carefully planned, and each man had had his summons. In answer to these Downe floated in from the Isle across the sea, and a Fitchburg “special” carried “Red” King into our midst, who reported that the other “Red” was Cumming, and thus one by one the numbers grew till practically all the clan were there. So well had their plans, made the spring before, been carried out, that there were no rebellious ones to disturb the peace and hurl the over-ripe garden product, and that of the gentle hen, into their midst. They were free to enjoy themselves undisturbed. This they proceeded to do. The afternoon had given them a chance to smoke each other’s brands, and in other ways promote the kindly feelings that served as an appetizer for the banquet of the evening. The long tables in the banquet hall were arranged in the form of a large letter U. Toastmaster Herrick was seated at the head of the table thus formed, and his assisting talent were scattered in with the more fortunate, who were there merely to “eat, drink and be merry.” The menu, from little neck cocktail to Roquefort cheese and caf 6 noir, was soon put where it would do the most good, and then the clan settled back, started the smokes, and awaited the oratorical efforts that are wont to grace such occasions. Herrick started the ball rolling, and many there were that gave it a lack when they were allowed to get a shot at it. Bartholomew J. Leary dealt with the gentler sex in his remarks as “The Squaw Man,” and Fritch, that mild-mannered youth, spoke on “Sports,” but they weren’t that kind of sports; in a copious flow of “hot air” Nichols got as far as dressing up the cats that are wont to give those midnight serenades. In short, there was variety in plenty, and there were few who didn’t have a 154 chance to add a new one to their stock of stories from the assortment supplied. A special electric got the clan back to the village at the headwaters of the Blackstone, in the early hours of the morning. Later in the day they mobilized at the old stand, laughing gleefully as the others listened mournfully to their tales of that corking banquet—1910’s best and biggest. Half-way-through Banquet American House, Boston, Mass. toasts. Toastmaster, Karl E. Herrick. Half-WAY-THROUGH, The Squaw Man, Sports, Uno, The Faculty, Three Weeks’ Summer Practice, Hot Air, Our Aftermath, The Value of “Calc” to a Chemist, Candidates for Sigma Xi, Charles W. Morden Bartholomew J. Leary Howard W. Fritch Albert L. Worthen William C. Greenough Robert F. Gifford Edward L. Nichols Carlyle A. Atherton Herbert K. Cummings William J. Weir Committee : Francis S. Twomey, Chairman, Chester H. Corbin, Herbert E. Ruggles, Clarence A. G. Pease, Herbert E. Carrico, Harold E. Waring, Walter J. Foley. 155 Mechanics—Electrics SANITARY FOOTBALL TEAM 15G The Civil-Chemist—Mechanic Football Game EVER did two teams make greater preparation for a battle than did the seniors for their annual football contest. Civil-Chemists, sanitary and union-shop experts, were pitted against unsanitary, open-shop Mechanics-Electrics. For three consecutive nights practice went on steadily for half an hour, during which each band of sturdy warriors listened in hushed silence to the signals hoarsely whispered by the blear-eyed quarterback. But no time was lost in learning any useless signals; a matter of greater moment—that of getting suitable wearing apparel—consumed at least two-thirds of the allotted half hour. Headed by Saunders and Kennedy, the sanitary experts made many a raid on the measly wardrobe of the Boynton armory, and a wondrous supply of mouldy shoes and odd-size suits was seized. The Mechanics, led by Peters of the milk-white hair, took what was left. At last the great day came, November 19th. Never shall I forget the scene of those grim knights stalking to their positions on the battlefield. There was Jack Leary with a pair of trousers that would have graced Goliath; Leamy’s jersey was warranted to fit Tom Thumb, and Reamy’s brogans were of the “seven-league variety.” Kelley, with his cast-iron head-gear, moved about sadly, sniffing the balmy air—for who knew but what it might be his last chance this side of the Styx. In a moment the two forces were lined up, and after crouching down and glaring at each other viciously for an instant, the signal for attack was given, and oh! what an onslaught. I shudder as in memory I still “see the blood flow and hear the bones crunch.” The Armour of the Me¬ chanics availed nothing as, led by their King, they made several desperate dashes into the enemy’s camp, only to find all paths locked (Corbin)—in fact. Darkness put an end to the struggle—the opposing parties occupy¬ ing the same position they held before the battle, and a voice from the well- filled (seventeen present) grandstand shouted: “Mechanics-Electrics vs. Civil-Chemists, 0—0.” 157 Ye Electrics Visit ye Far Countries ITHOUT ceremony or pretense, the little band of Electrics took a silent leave in the dead of the night before the morn of April the fourth, under the leadership of one Albert S. Richey. He was known as a professor in the land, and had been chosen for this particular task because it was rumored that he had been to the far countries before and knew the way across the wilderness. The leaving was silent and still, withal; the most intense excitement prevailed, for the sights of the strange land were for the first time to be seen. Little was said or done except to hurry on, and the weaker members were already near to exhaustion when the first oasis was reached. The place was called Stamford, probably because in some years long ago it had been dis¬ covered by such a man and perhaps had become his grave. Here the first meal and long rest were taken, and here the first strange sights of the far-famed electrification were seen. The wondrous sights of which they had dreamed were then beginning, and hardly had the scanty meal been bolted before the whole party was scattered out about the strange place. When the leader finally called the party back, it was in great 158 159 reluctance that they went on to the next, still stranger oasis called Cos Cob. Here the first power plant of the electrification was to be seen. Eut the party was now becoming used to such sights, and was anxious to be on to the great land, so the stop here was short. Intense excite¬ ment prevailed as the party approached the great city, and hardly had they abandoned the caravan road when members began to be lost in the network of paths and roads. However, the headquarters had been de¬ cided upon before, so that the party could break up and go about indi¬ vidually. The rides through the tubes called subways, the monster power-plants, the shops where only repair work is done for the electrical works—all these wonders never ceased to interest, and it was only with the greatest difficulty that the leader at last tore the adventurers away to see a neighboring country wherein were said to be many more of the famed won ders of legend. For two days the party made forays and discovered many great and interesting things, but by far the greatest attraction was all contained in a single building in the vast city called New York. This building they called the Hippodrome, but whence came that name, or why this great collection of wonders was thus gathered together, is unknown. Suffice it to say that in that one visit alone there lay satisfaction enough in all lines, from the study of art to that of mechanics, for every man. When the final bugle blew calling the members together to leave for home, it was only the exhaustion of supplies that made it possible to drag the excited voyageurs back to the barren lands of Salisbury. 160 Ye Knights Hold Ladies’ Day in ye Electric Laboratory A truce each year betwixt Electric clan And enemy of kilowatts and fire, Gave opportunity to view in peace The battlefields, where many knights had fall’n, And wdt to match in equal strength with might, In fun and jest and playful tilt polite. Then brought each knight his lady there to meet His foe, both brave and quite polite as he. The enemy in gaudy dress parade, As host and entertainer, too; he showed In truly battle style and martial air The computation of polyphase power, Or the diagrammatic armature. Engines of torture, cruel, cold and sure, Politely winked as he presented them, With lantern slide, as if in battle front; He pictured there the abyss of design, And pointed out the gruesome pile of bones, Where complex quantities had met and fought Our band of warriors brave; and scarcely half Unwounded from the fray returned. Thus gaily tantalized the host his guests, And bade the ladies fair be kind to them; Withal the fight not yet w r as done, And each his chance as victor could proclaim. But shyly answered maid in compliments To him, in whose true courage she believed, That e’en were any one undone at last, The knight could ne’er be he, and archly smiled. Nor was the pleasure all the host’s alone. As soon as it could decently be done, The knights apart from him their ladies took, And music, dancing, laughter gay were heard. All thought of fight or conflict now was gone, Gay strains of music filled the air, Intoxicating knight an d maid alike, And hours passed by like minutes of the fight, Till gone is truce and gone is night, and once Again the strategy of war ’s resumed. 161 New Tech Night A bunch of Tech men merry, Went down one night to see Jere, And he treated them all to sherry; Which nobody can deny. The first of all at the revel, Was a Civil with transit and level, And he was a handsome devil; Which nobody can deny. The next was a greasy Mechanic, Come down from his labors titanic, With thirst almost oceanic; Which nobody can deny. Then came two Chemists lusty, And called for a gallon of musty To rinse their gullets dusty; Which nobody can deny. At last an Electric came knocking And told, with a smile that was mocking, A lot of new stories quite shocking; Which nobody can deny. I gaze into her lily phase, My heart throbs mad, my head’s amaze; Without resistance, snuggles she, Close by my side, as it should be. My heart’s capacity, in truth, Induces love of endless youth. And yet my lips their secret hold. ’Tis the magnetic moment’s cold. 162 Progress in the Arts Least Astrology I Proceedings of the Society of Least Work Session of May 21, 1909. Chairman, Marat. Secretary, Geo. Washington Diogenes. (Session scheduled to open at 10 a.m. No quorum. Chair writes “catch points” upon hoard as the members dribble in. Full attendance at 10.06, Rhodes closing door. Order called at 10.07.) Chair: The assignment for to-day takes up the best position for deter¬ mining a horoscope with formulae for the probability of guessing right once in ten times. After my heading you off yesterday, there should have been no trouble, and—Mr. Lyons ' ? Lyons: Well, I had plenty of trouble and I think we ought to have a little explanation on it. I spent four hours last night, and couldn’t make head nor tail of it. (General chorus of affirmation.) Green: Took me six, and I only started. (Stricken out.) Brooks: I spent five. Lan¬ caster: I, seven and a half. (Stricken out.) Chair: (after regaining order): How many could not get the lesson in two hours? (Unanimous record of “Ayes.”) Chair: Well, there ought to be no trouble after my steering you off the hard points, yesterday. What is it you do not understand, Mr. Lyons? Timothy L.: I don’t understand any of it. Chair: Well, if that is the case, I guess we had better take it up together now, though I had intended to clear up some other doubtful points. (Associate members settle back comfortably as Marat’s voice seems to disappear out the window in the direction of his gaze.) Mr. Green, go to the board. Draw a circle. (Green draws something akin to it.) Mark it properly. That’s right. Now put a point to the right of the pole—no, no, no, no, not down there! way off up in there above the line (refrain) —above the line. Yes, that’s right, now. Mr. Lancaster, can you tell us how he goes to work to find the horoscope ? Dick: The author— (Three pages, two paragraphs and nine words in 3 min. 10 2-5 sec.) 163 Chair: Yes, that is good, er—the magnetic dip. Is that any clearer, Mr. Lyons?” T. R. L.: Why, no. I can’t say as it is. Chair: Well—er—let’s take a numer—Mr. MacGregory? Mac.: Hasn’t he got the whole thing wrong, anyway? That point P revolves about K, so the declination is PV, not PV ' . Why, if you are to call PV ' the declination, you might as well suppose you’ve proved it and be done with it. Chair: Why, no, Mr. MacGregory, you do not understand. Twomey (who has discussed it with Mac): Why, certainly, you can’t prove anything that way. You assume it so, and then say so. I don’t see how it’s any proof. Chair: Is that right, Mr. Lancaster? Dick: I don’t know. That’s what the book says, but it seems as if Mr. MacGregory was right. Chair: Well, there seems to be some trouble. I’ll look into it and try to clear it up next time. Are there any other doubtful points you wish cleared up? Mr. Hedlund. Hedlund: On page 242, the bottom of the page, I don’t exactly see where he gets that there thing. (Chair explains several things in the middle of the page.) Hedlund (at first opportunity): I understand all that well enough, but where he says the first derivative equals the sum of the angles—I dunno, I tried for an hour and couldn’t see where he got it from. Chair (becomes wrapped in deep thought in the lull that follows cessation of chalk-throwing, picture exhibitions, and use of ear ticklers; the hall is fell vibrating as by the throbbing of noiseless engines. This phenomenon causes suppressed mirth among the associates. Strange con¬ trast! Finally): Suppose we take a numerical illustration. (Takes two numbers, performs circus stunts upon them without utterly destroying them, while Hedlund tries to appear satisfied.) Dolliver: I don’t see any connection between what you’ve done and what Mr. Hedlund wished explained. Ch air: You understand the example all right?—Yes, well, don’t you see that this is a case of the proposition there proven, er—sition there proven ? Fitzpatrick: I don’t think I see the connection either; in fact, I don’t think there is any. Chair: Well, er—Mr. Worthen (reprovingly). Here we quote the ancient historian —(Whereupon, the irrepressible giving vent only to shame¬ less sardonic laughter, Marat’s genial smile faded from his countenance, which now exhibited instead profound disgust not unmixed with cautious fear, and with eyes glowing from under his shaggy locks like a panther 164 about to spring, lie spake thus:) There are some men in this class who do not realize the importance of the work, and who by their attitude hinder the majority from getting its full value. I am not afraid to dismiss these men, if necessary; indeed, I’m an independent sort, and if I thought 1 was not tit or desired as chairman, I would resign to-morrow, but I am trying to take this course up so as to get the most out of it, and I’ve decided that the topic system . . . . (18 minutes) .... and I think by clearing up the hard points and warning you against usual mis¬ takes—yes, I know there are a few things which I intend to clear up when we have time left from the regular recitation, and I haven’t forgotten them. Are there any questions ? If not er—I might say that this society is get¬ ting to enjoy a bad reputation. Now, I don’t know that it is your fault, but the opinion has spread among the directory—no, I don’t know who began it, certainly not I, for I’ve had no trouble. Any questions?—er—if not, that will er—understand I do not refer to you, Mr. Lyons, or any one else in particular (probably every one in general), but simply—are there any questions? If not that will be (reluctantly) all. Adjourns 11.10 a.m. Alchemy We learn from tradition that in General Kinnicutt’s army four years’ service in the ranks entitled the young alchemist to a commission and the rank denoted by the mystical letters S.B., which henceforth appeared after his name. This advancement seems only to have been granted after a long period of probation or initiation, during which time many curious ceremonies took place. We are fortunate enough to have discovered an account of one of these exercises-—apparently written by an eye-witness— and we reproduce without further comment his account of the— Thesis Colloquium. Place: Drill Hall B, Salisbury Barracks. Time: 3.45 p.m. March 4, 1910. (Enter General K., followed by,Major Jennings and Kaiser Friedrich Jr., who select the most comfortable chairs and engage in conversation.) F. Jr.: Fine day this, Major! Too bad we couldn’t have had as good, a year ago. Major J.: Er—r—r, yes, of course. Let me see, what is to-day, St. Patrick’s Day? F. Jr.: No, no, this is the 4th—Inauguration Day; last year was such wretched wintry weather, you know. Major J.: That’s so. And the President was—er—r— 165 “Taft,” supplies the General impatiently. “Brace up! It’s time those seniors began to show up.” (Enter the rest of the general staff—Captain Robert, Lieutenant Cal- hane and Corporal Danny—followed by a straggling line of privates — the victims of this ancient inquisition. The back rows- are filled and General K. takes command.) Gen. K.: Just to give you men experience in commanding a regi¬ ment, we have introduced this Thesis Colloquium, in which you will be expected to narrate your recent deeds of prowess once a week. The requirements are: you must keep every man before you awake for ten minutes, and at the end of that time he prepared to answer all the fool questions they may choose to ask. Do I make myself clear? Chorus: Quite so. (Aside) B- S——•. Major J I think, General, there is one point that should be cor¬ rected. These assemblies are to be held only once a month instead of every week. Gen. K.: Thank you. That was just a numerical error—I meant four weeks, even if I said one. Private Kennedy: How could we know what you intended to say? It will make quite a difference in our preparation whether we report here every week or not, Gen. K.: Well, you ought to know—common sense—ugh (shrug¬ ging his shoulders). Priv. K. (persists): But I don’t see, if you are going to base the marks on— Gen. K. (breaks in): Shut up, Kennedy, you make me tired. You care too much about your marks, anyhow. (Kennedy subsides and the General consoles himself with a cigarette before proceeding with the examination—“No Smoking” signs apply only to privates.) Gen. K.: We may as well take the men in order—Chase, you are first, I believe. (Private Chase takes the floor, salutes, reads a typewritten report of no great interest, concluding with the information:) This afternoon Mr. Dantsizen made me up an unknown Cl solution, and when I tested it by this method the results were about 35% off, so I think the method is not very accurate. Chorus (sotto voce): Very clever deduction, Nellie. (Private Corbin next heavily overworks the first personal pronoun for 8 3-4 minutes.) (Private Wesson asks a question and Lieutenant Cailhane answers promptly to spare Corbin embarrassment.) 166 Gen. K.: Mr. Cronan is next. (Private Cronan reads eight pages of written notes and at the close—) Gen. K.: Now, Cronan, what is the object of your thesis? Priv. C.: What’s that? Oh, the object of my thesis? Gen. K.: Yes, yes. What are you trying to do or find out? Priv. C. (thinks hard two minutes:) Why, I- Gen. K.: We can’t wait any longer. Think it over, Cronan, and be ready to tell us next month. Mr. Kennedy has a Tech Banquet Committee meeting at 4.30, for which I promised to excuse him, and as it is now quarter of five, I will let him speak next. (Private Kennedy takes the floor and displays on the table before him a piece of iron pipe and several wooden blocks. Everyone wakes up to hear him outline rapidly from copious notes the connection between Ms exhibits and the subject of Waterproof Concrete.) (Private Wesson asks another question, which Private K. answers and then excuses himself.) (Private Cummings takes the floor and gives an extemporaneous mono¬ logue on Insulators, with blackboard notes, while all, including the General, slumber in peace.) Lieut. Calhane (to show he was awake:) Would you test the insulators with AC or DC ? Priv. C.: Yes, I guess not. The only other man who knows anything about porcelain insulators did not specify, and I can’t tell you offhand. (Chorus of approval.) (Private Dantsizen delivers an organic lecture for twelve minutes, while the only men awake are Major J. and the privates engaged in timing the speaker.) Gen. K. (awaking suddenly): O’Regan, a match! (After the cigarette is lighted, he has found his place on the list, and calls for Private Gladding, who tells of the combustion furnace he is build¬ ing and outlines about two years’ work. Everyone admires his ambition and most succeed in keeping awake until he is through.) [From this point on, the account is fragmentary and the probable explanation is that the reporter himself became drowsy.] (Pnvate Herrick next outlines the manner in which he hopes to find the effect of varying composition on the physical properties of enamels for iron-ware.) (At the close, Private Wesson inquires:) What effect have changes in chemical composition on the enamels? (And Private . takes his seat, with the remark:) That is what I am trying to determine, and I hope to be able to tell you in about two months more. Corporal Danny applauds this mild retort, while Private Nahikian gives us the second organic lecture of the afternoon, telling how he expects to prepare stovaine and nookaine. Next General K. calls upon his orderly, J. B. Patch. After he has described his experiences in “bug counting,” Stanford White, the last on the programme, takes the floor. He favors us with a clog dance while describing the occasion and purpose of the ungodly smells he has been manufacturing down in Indus¬ trial. When his nervousness led him to thrust his hand into his pocket and jingle a bunch of keys, poor White “brought down the house.” and even the General advised him to hurry through the rest of his remarks. (Adjourned for mess at 6.07.) Steam Time: Any steam day (first term). Place: B. A.’s room. Setting: B. A., standing listlessly by the window with one arm resting carelessly on the sill. The weather without is wild; the snow is falling softly and ceaselessly. On certain objects in the room a casual observer would say that the weather was faultlessly reflected. Bell rings impatiently. Nothing happens. No one enters. The pro¬ fessor draws his Ingersoll nervously from his pocket and gazes intently into its glistening, solid ivory face. Possibly five minutes elapse, each minute being marked with growing impatience by the anxious Sphinx. Suddenly a noise is heard like the patter of many feet at the Children’s Hour, and with hesitating steps the “class” enters as if expecting to interrupt something (besides a soliloquy). If the day happens to be Wed¬ nesday the men settle themselves comfortably in their chairs and begin a careful perusal of the “News.” The watch, still intently observed, ticks stolidly on; the silence (?) like an afternoon tea party remains unbroken. Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, sound the stentorian tones of a smooth voice saying. “When the class is ready we will proceed, and the longer I am kept waiting, the nearer twelve it will be before the class is dismissed.” Still nothing stirring. Finally the watch is thrust ostentatiously into a pocket and the learned one takes his place gingerly at the desk, as if expecting a “tax” on chairs. “Any questions?” comes the query. No answer. At last a faint voice at the right asks some asinine question obvious to anyone who has “spent two hours on the lesson” (the book under the chair). A lengthy discourse is then rendered by the worthy, to which a few listen interestedly; perhaps they expect to have a thesis some day. After 168 the point has been lucidly explained and is as clear as ever, the sleepy, deep voice of some one in the back row is heard asking the question over again, with all the enthusiasm of a freshman who thinks he is “stick¬ ing” the prof. A feeling hush spreads over all, while an anxious expres¬ sion spreads over the face of the dormant one. What need to fear, is it not a good joke? Certainly the genial B. A. thinks so, for with a smile that “clears” the atmosphere he begs the class to accompany their steam tables to the board (poor board). Like veritable Rip Van Winkles the class creak to the board and await the mighty problem which, if it wakes some of the men up, would be as mighty as the fate of nations. All the data, good and bad, are at last spread over the boards, and with much scratching of heads the task begins. Soon many heads begin to crane toward the board, which is lighted up. A hard struggle ensues, and luckily each effort is crowned with success, for behold, all have the right (the same) answer. The “Day’s Work” done, the class again seek the safety and comfort of their chairs. Loud, jingling of bells. With one accord the sleepers awake and prepare to leave. Not so, however. The ringing tones of professor are again heard, ‘ ‘ The class is not yet dis¬ missed.” Slinking back into their seats the students await the next assignment of possibly twenty pages. No book is opened, no note is made, but what odds! Hurrah for another sleep tomorrow! “Class is dismissed,” says the voice, this time welcome. Curtain. ME G 169 Class Officers Freshman Year. FIRST TERM President, William J. R. Weir Vice-president, Howard F. Fritch Secretary, William P. Butler Treasurer, Harold M. King SECOND TERM President, William J. R. Weir Vice-president, Howard F. Fritch Secretary, William P. Butler Treasurer, Harold M. King Sophomore Year. FIRST TERM SECOND TERM President, Karl E. Herrick President, Karl E. Herrick Vice-president, Clarence A. G. Pease Vice-president, Clarence A. G. Pease Secretary, Wallis G. Watson Secretary, Wallis G. Watson Treasurer, Harold M. King Treasurer, Frank S. Twomey Junior Year. FIRST TERM President, Clarence A. G. Pease Vice-president, W. T. Fitzpatrick Secretary, Wallis G. Watson Treasurer, Willard Hedlund SECOND TERM President, Clarence A. G. Pease Vice-president, Walter T. Fitzpatrick Secretary, Wallis G. Watson Treasurer, Willard Hedlund Sergeant-at-arm,s, Harold E. Waring Sergeant-at-arms, Harold E. Waring Senior Year. FIRST TERM President, Frank S. Twomey Vice-president, Charles W. Morden Secretary, Herbert K. Cummings Treasurer, Alfred N. Chase Sergeant-at-arms, B. John Leary SECOND TERM President, Frank S. Twomey Vice-president, Charles W. Morden Secretary, Herbert K. Cummings Treasurer, Alfred N. Chase Sergeant-at-arms, Eugene F. Cron an 170 Francis Sylvestre Twomey A Til, IE, TB IJ. Civil Bom Brockton, Mass., May 14th, 1888 Prep. Brockton High School Class President (Senior Year) (1) (2) Class Treasurer (Sophomore Year) (2) Junior Banquet Committee Freshman Banquet Committee Winter Tennis Tournament, ’09 Doubles Did you get the “Sylvestre”? Never before was it anything more than “Francis S. ” But ‘ ‘ Sylvestre !’’ Wow! During these days, Brockton is rejoicing in her latest contribution to the world’s great men, and the Brockton Enterprise rejoices also—fills column after column with each rejoice. On particularly great occasions, as w 7 hen “Tunc” and his townsman, Kennedy, took the tennis doubles for the third time, there is a picture, aye, even pictures, and each minute Broektonian, swelling with pride, hammers happily away at the shoe-nails. Down there, ‘ ‘ Tunc ’ ’ was something of a soldier—a major general or a sergeant in the high school army—where his experience in many an arduous campaign fitted him for the ‘ 1 four years ’ war ’ ’ here. His first year at Tech was fraught with sadness —‘ ‘ the girl I left behind me, ’ ’ you know—and then it was such an awful drop from the classiness of a major something-or-other to the indig¬ nity of a Tech freshman. Still love, like time, is fleeting, and he soon came into his own true position when elected to lead the class. He has made good as President, sure enough, but oh! when he suggested that ‘ ‘ the clothes be polled ” in a desire to stop promiscuous nominations! He loves to speak at banquets, but has been unfortunately prevented by Christian Science colds—these are colds located, not in the head, but in the pedal extremities. He has a weakness for sweet things—no, not so—we mean candy and chocolate milks, and many of his pa’s pennies finally land at Bainsford’s to satisfy it. The ‘ what cher get for marks, ’ ’ must be pardoned ‘ ‘ Tunc, ’ ’ because he is not disposed to crow over a favorable comparison, except when he has an opportunity to slip one over on B— MacGregory. At such times he can hardly contain his delight, chuckling inwardly for several days. 171 Kenneth R. Allen K 3 A. Electric Born 1886, Yarmouth, N. S. Prep. Yarmouth High School. ’05 Stub came from Yarmouth to Worcester because in Yarmouth there was no one he could trim. When he left the town, the name was changed to Yar; Stub had brought the rest to Tech with him. He also brought other things with him, but one thing he did leave at home and that was a middle name. When he settled down in Worcester, he assumed a new one to take its place, and even now is known in some sections as Stubby Smith. However, Smith or Allen, he’s a herring-choker pure and simple, and any one once seeing his short, portly figure, with a sparsely covered head, his rocking, sidelong gait, his Napoleonic face and his swinging arms, would never take him for anything else. Then, too, he is so British and his acquired Yankee ways are so apparent that—but still he did play football a little, and they say he could crawl under the biggest of them. Robert Bowen Amsden Electric Born May 13,1886, Shelburne Falls, Mass. Prep. Arms Academy, Shelburne Falls Bob is another of the sturdy Mechanic- Electrics that did not lose to the Chemists. His training was received at Arms Academy, where he and ‘ ‘ Pat ’ ’ still turn out to do stunts for the undergrads every year. He started in with the cross-countries, and we believe that he placed. Quietude and diplomacy are his failings. He’s the man that broke the waiters’ union, and did it with gloves on. Perhaps there is no other man in the class who possesses such originality in dealing with the women. He was always very shy before he roomed with Swift, but now he just lets them flock around him. Bid you see the Exhibi¬ tion orchestra? That was the fellow, mighty selfish of Bob and “Jake;” well, “Jake” had a drag, and that’s the only way he got in, so we shall have to excuse him. Bob’s fussing does not rouse this blase city; nevertheless, he can keep you roaring with his experiences in connection with the various ways that fond Massachu¬ setts mammas have of calling time. 172 William Wilson Armour X A E. Mechanic Born November 11, 1888, Glasgow, Scotland Prep. English High School, Worcester Football Manager ’09, Senior and Sophomore Football Teams; Junior Prom Committee It is a smoky day when Bill is around, if anybody will provide the smokes. ‘ ‘ Hey, Hap, got the makings?” “No.” “Well, who has?” Somebody kindly provides the makings. “Anybody got a match?” Finally Bill was smoking. Thus has it been since his freshman year, except that as he has assumed the honor and dignity of the upper classes, his taste has developed so that now nothing less than a five-cent cigar is acceptable. Bill was young and innocent till that summer he camped at the lake with Charlie Ekstedt (?), but at that time he acquired a reputation with the fair mermaids of Quinsig as an expert canoeist. It was Bill’s trip to Providence with “Pa,” how¬ ever, that commenced his spiritual en¬ lightenment, which has since been brought to completion by “Brig.” Carlyle Adams Atherton 6 X, I 3. Electric Born June 3, 1887, Worcester, Mass. Prep. Winchester High School, ’06 The man that reformed Holden and kept the Jefferson cars looking blue. “Carl” has given mighty support to basketball, and no one forgets his prominent figure in the freshman league and the cross-coun¬ tries. Most remarkable was his development! We find him a playwright at the age of ten, and three years later he was granted a special class poet’s license. For a few years thereafter little was heard of him, save now and then an outburst of imagina¬ tion. But this same imagination swelled his self-esteem until his airship hit the tower, was disabled and forced him to disembark. The Journal looked pretty good to our lau¬ reate, and about that time the price of blue pencils took an. awful jump, and the lemon craze rose to its height. As a speaker, word pictures were his specialties and landscape gardening his forte—thus has he been enabled to attach the Aftermath editorial “we” to his pen. His mind took an amorous trend back in Winchester, and for him a Sunday in Wor¬ cester is anything but a rest. 173 William Robert Bell Electric Born 1888, East Longmcafinw, Mass. Prep. Granby, Mass., High School, ’05 Williston Seminary, ’06 Bill Bell was born red-beaded and ner¬ vous, with a sharp nose and a happy dis¬ position, and, outside of these, Bill is just like the rest of us. He learned to run by chasing heifers in his younger days, and practiced it by taking the first prize in the annual fall cross-country runs for two con¬ secutive years. He also took the cup that went with this same first place, though for a long time he thought he was not going to get it after all. Bill could not get running records enough in the ordinary way, so he took to the series parallel control system, and now it is rumored that he is running for Town Engineer of F st Longmeadow. He played football for his senior division and managed to bite an opponent’s head, but this is aot the only biting he ever did. Just watch the corners of his mouth turn up when you mention 3.1416. Richard Stockwell Bettes Civil Born October 2, 1886, Springfield, Mass. Prep. Springfield Central High School Mister Bettes—nothing else quite ex¬ plains it—came to us quiet, reserved and dignified, from Springfield, the origin of so many great men. The dire influence of ‘ ‘ that Civil crowd ’ ’ was unavailing and he goes back even as he came. Not back to Springfield, though; oh, no, Richard has developed enough to know that that is not the thing to do He has moved to New York, and it is rumored that “that Civil crowd ’ ’ would not know its grave Mister Bettes if they could but see him on the “Gay White Way.” Really to appreciate Mister Bettes, you must hear him recite to Prof. A simple question, a splutter, a jumbled rush of words, then Prof saves the day by answering himself. Richard then says “yes, that’s right,” because he really does know. He is a good worker and an able one, and good-natured always. En voyage to the Great White Way! 174 Ernest Walcott Bishop Mechanic Born October 14, 1887, Talladega, Ala. Prep. Mount Hermon, and Classical High, Worcester “I can’t get away to marry her today: my wives won’t let me!” Some mystery hangs about the use of this word in the plural, but from the best advice obtainable and some personal observation w T e feel that its use is justified. The same sources would indicate that this Bishop is a good church¬ man, but that does not affect the quality or abundance of his yarns! E. W. is continually between two fires. He cannot escape from his library duties without becoming the cynosure of the me¬ teoric orbs of many fair charmers. In pass¬ ing, we might suggest that his generosity so far extend itself as to assist Grisey in conducting his ‘ ‘ Cook ’ ’ tours. In spite of his southern birth, he never acquired the habit of using the succulent weed as an article of diet, and never have the dank products of its imperfect combus¬ tion irritated the lining of his thorax. Alfred Nelson Chase 8 X. Chemist Born May 27, 1887, New Bedford Prep. New Bedford H. S., ’05 Class Treasurer Senior Year (1) (2) Commencement Committee In his tender years “Nellie” launched out as a night watchman on board ship, and his deck-pacing, during his nightly vigil, probably accounts for his seamanly stride. Last summer he advanced to a po¬ sition as helper on a wrecker, and here ac¬ quired a vocabulary, which was the envy of many of our southern parrots. It was always the wish of the rest of the Chemists to show “Nellie” just how much they valued him, so by skillful wire-pulling they at last succeeded in electing him to the office of Class Treasurer. He did not seem to appreciate this, how r ever, and always claimed that the duties were far more arduous than being Secretary and Treasurer of the Chemists’ Union. It was during his incumbency in the latter office that “Nel¬ lie” achieved his greatest work, but no one would ever believe “Stone-liatchet’s” in¬ sinuation that his influence upon those wdio had not passed the adolescent stage was detrimental. His great popularity as a story-teller caused all to forgive him for his execrable mandolin playing. 175 Millard Fane Clement 0 X. Electric Born August 28, 1887, Bethlehem, N. H. Prep. Whitefleld High School, ’05 Chairman Sun-dial Committee Stone mason, plumber, steamfitter, White- field scrub team, sun-dial manufacturer— thus his rise from a dreaming mountain childhood to the Y. M. C. A. vice-presidency in this big city. That nice young man in the ‘ ‘ Book and Supply’’ has helped many a freshman to a free-hand drawing kit; nay, he has thus filched his exorbitant profits from all our pockets. Public speaking is his forte—his silver-tongued eloquence in ‘ ‘ English 3 ’ ’ will linger long in memory. Trained on the fresh air and smoky bacon of the mountain tops, he entered athletics with a vim that helped him to sport that ’10 on the postage stamp crest which used to bear down upon the quailing in the class rushes. We miss the old gray bonnet. Church suppers and the Glee Club put up with him for a spell, but he has recently found a new stamping-ground up at Barre Falls (the proprietor has a daughter). Always a timid admirer of the misses, he has lately become more bold and can wear a collar an inch higher since taking the cartilage system in the design-room windows. Everett Bacon Collins A T 9 .. Electric Born May 18, 1888, Brockton, Mass. Prep. Brockton High School, ’06 Round, red and rosy, happy “Ping” Col¬ lins is another of that Brockton crowd which in itself is enough to queer any fel¬ low. However, ‘ ‘ Ping ’ ’ being ambidextrous or partially so, on the left side especially, can not only handle himself quite ably, but others as well, to a degree. His lady friends are many, for he believes that in numbers there is safety. But his all too frequent trips to Memorial Hospital have caused some to think there is an only one after all. Bid you ever see “Ping” blush! It’s a gorgeous sight and he does it for the asking. “Ping” is a baseball fiend too. He played with the freshman team when we walloped the sophs. He covered first base half the time and kept passing it during the rest of the time. It is pretty well known, also, that Ping is an artist of the first water, and in fact it is said that he has spent many summers at mural decoration. His efforts bring forth two results: beautiful, variegated light-and-shade effects, and ex¬ treme warmth. Chester Harold Corbin Chemist Born November 3, 1887, Franklin, Mass. Prep. Dean Academy, New Britain High School For a genuine Chemist, Chet’s chief fault appears to be that he works too hard to avoid working. We do not mean to imply that Corbin is lacking in imagination. Far from it, for every freshman he has ever spoken to has learned to marvel at his conversational gifts. While he was yet young and inno¬ cent, “Chris” fell under the spell of his imagination, and we despaired of him for a long season. Sir Robert, who was at¬ tacked after “Chris” had regained his san¬ ity, made a more rapid recovery and learned to preserve his analytical data in a vest- poeket edition. Seriously, we are tempted to wonder what would have happened to Cook’s records if Chester had only been able to assist in their “preparation.” Also, can anyone tell the real connection between Corbin and the Corbin Lock Company? Cyril Pike Crawshaw Chemist Bom July 16, 1889, Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester English H. S., ’06 Tech was always the least of ‘ ‘ Crawsh’s ’ ’ troubles, in fact he did not care much whether he ever ate or slept, as long as he could play poker. It was seriously contem¬ plated giving up the Chemical Club lectures to allow him to disburse the chips down in the ‘ ‘ Academy. ’ ’ Last spring ‘ ‘ Crawsh ’ ’ took a trip down South to investigate the claims that those southern girls had it on his friend, but he came back as loyal a sub¬ ject as ever, and just in time to nip in the bud the aspirations of “Nellie” Chase to get in strong while he was away. He spent many weary hours trying to keep out of Kinnie’s sight, and conceal his elevator key; but each morning he would appear in the ‘ ‘ Cliem. ’ ' Library with the sad story of being caught once more. ‘ 1 Crawsh’s ’ ’ old notebooks have been a source of great help to the Chemists, but his only complaint is that they never gave him a chance to use them. He was an active member of the Chemical Club his second year, but one night he gave a lec¬ ture, and he has never dared to show up since. 177 Eugene Francis Cronan Chemist Born Shelburne Falls, Mass. Prep. Arms Academy, ’06 Dear Editors. I take pleasure in giving you herewith a short account of myself. I am a Physical Culturist. My chief amusements are tennis and dancing. These form my active interest in Tech. I have always been a handsome fellow, a sort of Beau Brummel, too; and the way the girls rave about my curly, auburn hair makes me blush with pride. Let’s see—oh, yes! I used to smoke, but it affected my hearing, so I bet I could stop; my ears are wonderfully sharp now. Let’s see—accidents? Yes, there have been a few. I dove through a window once, and ever since I have been troubled with reversible and retarded thought reactions in my brain. Aside from that, though, I am clever at repartee. Another thing is that I am from Missouri and you can’t kid me. Patsy is my middle name. I would just as soon treat a girl to a soda as to eat a milk-pawb. One thing I have learned at Tech is how to swear. Yours very respectfully, Engine P. Cronan. Herbert K. Cummings T B 77, I 3. Chemist Born September 19,1888, Thompson, Conn. Prep. St. Johnsbury Academy, ’05 Class Secretary 1910 (1) (2) ‘ ‘ Bed’s ’ ’ first movement toward the fields of fame was to organize an Esperanto society, and by his glib tongue he succeeded in interesting a few instructors and one or tw T o students, but “Red’s” lady friends and Bowler Bros., Ltd., demanded too much of his time, and the society had to die a natural death. Just why “Bed” chose the chemistry course is a secret between Ethel and him, but it has been whispered about that the presence of CoH r) OH in the Or¬ ganic Laboratory had much to do with it. His ability to “frig” Physics Lab reports early became knowm, and the demand in¬ creased so fast that he was at last obliged to set a prohibitive price upon them. ‘ i Bed ’ ’ is one of these quiet, unassuming fellows, and t he deceptive powers of his face made him the most fearsome poker player who attended Kennedy’s Academy. Next fall “Bed” is going to wend his way towards New York with a copy of Hoyle in one pocket and a bag of “Bull Durham” in the other, and they will have to step some to fool ‘ ‘ Bed. ’ ’ 178 Christian Dantsizen 1 ' E. Chemist Born March 18, 1888, New Bedford, Mass, (irad. New Bedford High School, ' 05. The only handicap Chris, had when he entered the Institute was his name, which has received a different pronunciation from each instructor and professor on the Hill. He will answer to anything like “ Dan-spits- again,” “Damn-singer,” “Dansitsigger,” etc., and always correctly. In fact, the latter is Danny ’s specialty, and he feels it a disgrace to get less than 98% on exams (especially organic). He loves to help his friends, and proved a gold mine for Chet before he knew him for a sponge. Danny is the great and original strike¬ breaker; at least he broke the Chemists’ Union. The members of the Chem. Club greatly miss the brief and entertaining re¬ ports that C. Dantsizen, secretary, used to give last year. Danny did his thesis evenings, last sum¬ mer, while acting as chief chemist for the Mutual Chemical Company of America at Arlington, but it is understood that he ex¬ pects to receive a Ph.D. for the work he is now doing on ‘ ‘ Ethylie Tetramethylene Dicarboxylate. ’ ’ Will Whitney Dolliver 6 X. Civil Born Ashland, Mass., April 2, 1889 Prep. Natick High School Little, but oh, my! “Dollie” came to us from Natick, and when senior year rolled around, he was old enough both to vote and marry. We are only authorized to say that he has voted. He is an ardent supporter of the Athletic Association, always buying two tickets for the home game—but it’s always a different girl, each one the result of some nightly parade by “Dolly” and his team mate Kelley. He has a stately walk that adds at least six inches to his stature. He thought Professor Duff’s habit of lifting his glasses was pretty fine and immediately ac¬ quired it. He is also more or less of a base¬ ball player, the more having occurred in Natick, while the pressure of Tech work and said nightly pea-rades with Kelley have made us be satisfied with the less. Dolly is a good student, with an idea of both work and play, and a worthy Civil. 179 Edward Reynolds Downe I A E. Mechanic Born August 16, 1888, Fitchburg, Mass. Prep. University College School, London, England Tech Banquet Committee, TO All hail the “King ' a blond blend of American birth and English culture! Still waters run deep, torpid, lackadaisical—thus is the “King.” His four-years’ course has been one perpetual hibernation, and his philosophy seems good, for results show that by “his method’’ as much may be gleaned from any recitation in a full half hour as in the whole period devoted to the dissem¬ ination of knowledge. Decadent Worcester welcomed with open arms the advent of this polished, scintillat¬ ing gem of European cutting, and since then his career has been limited, not by the dictates of provincial Worcester, but rather by the more extended confines of London, Paris, and the “Lake.” In spite of his harrowing intrigues, this jolly chappie still wears the calm, unruffled expression of a care-free youth. Walter Tarsecious Fitzpatrick Civil Born March 22.1887, Chicopee Falls, Mass. Prep. Chicopee High School, ’06 Basketball, ' 07, ’08, ’09, TO (Capt.) If you ever go to Chicopee you will hear of Fitz—possibly some good of him, for in the days at Chicopee High School he made a name for himself at basketball. Then he turned his mind Techwards in search of more fame and some education. He got the latter easily enough in spite of a few skeptics, for Fitz could always bridge over the rough places with a little artful bluffing. The fame came through those baskets from mid-floor—Fitz doted on that spot. During his entire four years he has been a pillar of the basketball team, which he captained in senior year. Many a class meeting and mass meeting has been enhanced by Fitz’s smooth, “Now, fellows, I should think”— and it’s smoothest of all when the thought is a defense of basketball. It is due to him in a large measure that the sport has sur¬ vived the attacks made on it recently. But it is really with the fair sex that Fitz shines—he is the idol of the telephone girls, the sunshine of the ladies who patrol Main Street, and may be found leading the grand march in anything from Eagles’ Hall to a Hahnemann. 180 Allan White Forbes, A. B. Walter John Foley A TO.. Chemist Born Worcester, Mass., Aug. 11,1887 Prep. Worcester South High School Manager Freshman and Sophomore Baseball Teams Junior Banquet Committee Junior Prom Committee Picture Committee Chairman Sophomore Banquet Committee Before coming to the Stute, ‘ ‘ Fowle ’ ’ smiled his way through four years at South High. While there, he gained such repute as a rowdy that he was accordingly allowed to join the Chemist bunch. First, foremost and most surprising: he is a “de’il wi’ the wimmen. ” Those dark brown eyes have caused havoc the city over. And his music! The little love ditties on the piano in the twilight—well, the eyes make that pardon¬ able. He knows well the value of a setting, and if you should want “Fowle,” on a warm, moonlight night, you won’t find him, because those overhanging boughs on the bank will hide even a dangerously white canoe. He says himself that he is “an habitue” of the White City. Fowle is the only and original banquet man—what should we have done without him? He is a prime judge of men and conditions, and the best of confidants. If you want to unburden a secret to an appreciative ear that doesn ’t lead to a mouth—go to “Fowle.” P F J. Electric Born June 20, 1886, Westboro, Mass. Prep. Worcester High School, ’02 Amherst College, ’08 Forbes was born, as he has lived, in a quiet, unobtrusive way. He rarely speaks, and then only with the most doubly sure assurance, but is listening and absorbing all the time. He slipped in and out of high school (sideways), and again in and out of Amherst College, like Peter Scklemihl in search of his shadow. He had hardly begun his education, and the A.B. of Amherst meant only ‘ ‘ about to begin, ’ ’ when for a third time he entered school; this time Tech. He came by a back path and seemed to be ever slipping out of sight around the corners. Chess and photography are his amusements, but woe be to him who tries to beat him at either. An entry from his lab¬ oratory report is characteristic, ‘ ‘ Did ex¬ periment as directed, with results as ex¬ pected ; ’ ’ also one from his diary: ‘ ‘ Every laddie has his lassie, But ne’er a one have I, Yet a’ the lassies smile at me; Now, do you wonder why?” Thin to near-emaciation, Forbes passes grinning by, the one theorist shark of the division. 181 Howard Fowler Fritch A TPu, T B II, I S. Electric Born September 24, 1888, Livingstone, N. J. Prep. Attleboro High School, ’06 Vice-president 1907 (1) (2) “Hull—so?” and he gaped a good, broad yawn—of course there was not much like¬ ness to the freshman Vice-president, a grid¬ iron man and cross-country runner. He balloted that getting up to steam was his favorite amusement, being second only to a copy of the Tech News in A. C. After faithfully haunting our class-rooms for sev¬ eral years, this hungry-looking boy declares that “he’ll be jiggered if he’ll take a job where he has to carry his water in a can¬ teen ’ ’—kicking sprouted early in German, and thrived fairly well in engine and boiler rooms. ‘ ‘ House ’ ’ has been a good plugger, but occasionally that contented grin has re¬ ceived a jolt—another yawn. Once in a while there was an arrival from somewhere and our hero would be seen sporting a dip in the Lab. Then how the marks did go down! To the layman (and to us) House’s affections have been a mystery, but we have arrived at the conclusion that if there is anything going on it is away from Worces- ter—another yawn. George Nathan Gifford Mechanic Born July 25,1887, Dartmouth, Mass. Prep. B. M. C. Durfee High, Fall River, Mass. Why George chose Tech as a “ finish¬ ing” school, no one but himself knows. Had he then the broad outlook which he must now possess, he would surely have chosen rather the more congenial environment of the Latin Quarter of Paris, where his ar¬ tistic talent could have found fuller expres¬ sion. Nathan is a youth of rising ambition, but he could not keep pace with an elevator. What it is about Lincoln Square that re¬ minds G. N. of Pall Eiver, we cannot imagine; but either the time, the place or the girl must bring back some fond mem¬ ories of the happy days in the old mill town which seem to hold him like a magnet. George had a desire to become a steam engineer, but when he found that his thesis could not be conducted in Soutlibridge, he decided that the lubrication of bearings was more in his line; though he did think some of determining the flow of water through a constricted pipe. The saying, “Never trust the quiet man,” was never better exemplified than in Gifford the First. 182 Robert Fulton Gifford I A E. Mechanic Born March 30,1888, Boston, Mass. Prep. William Penn Charter, Philadelphia and Noble and Greenough “Bob” was the most original of the ‘ ‘ Muggsy McGraw ’ ’ trio that landed with us, freshman year. He, 0. P. and Haggard had the strangest vocabulary that had been heard in many a day. Bob was wise, too, for he quit the trio before it became tire¬ some. B. Fulton and his roommate, the King, were surely the long and short of it, and in other ways were strangely matched, for Bob’s quick, nervous manner was well foiled by the King’s leisurely ways. The accounts of their trip to Europe last summer seem to show that the combination can hold up its end of an argument any time. “Descript” was long Bob’s bugbear, and caused his name to take queer wanderings in the catalogue. He never really enjoyed shop either, except when consuming some of his ‘ ‘ thirty-two bananas, ’ ’ or when with the King, Brig, Whit, Chas., Hap, or others of the clan, he was breathing the fumes of the weed in the back alley of the locker- room. Speaking of originality, what do you think of Bob’s pigskin bag, his notebooks, his handkerchief, or those English clothes? Franklin Wakefield Gilman Mechanic Born August 16, 1886, Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester English High School Moses Brown School A small man, one who might easily be overlooked in a crowd, but never in a par¬ lor. At first acquaintance Gilly seems easy, but he certainly has very decided opinions, and once he gets started it is best to look out. Even Professor Smith thinks that. Besides his work on the Hill, Frank finds time to reinforce Worcester’s best society with his presence; in fact, from reliable authorities, we have it that no dance or ball is ‘ ‘ quite ’ ’ complete without little Gilman (such a cute boy). Whether his early rising is due to his previous training, his high sense of duty, or his pure ‘ ‘ cussed¬ ness, ’ ’ we cannot say, but be that as it may, we have yet to see the time when Franklin was not in his place at eight o’clock. No matter how wild the orgie, somehow he seems to come out all right, even if his work is not always done. 183 numi S ' r ■ W 4 jfr? - ■ ■ ■■ JF- jJSr : .• JB , fj •• Bp 1 ; i : v • urf s JjSp ip? txZftitXSSi BL Ernest Knight Gladding 13. Chemist Born August 16, 1888, Newport, R. I. Prep. Newport High School, ’06 As champion lady-killer and steel expert among the Chemists, Ernest Knight has al¬ ways shown himself a credit to Newport— his home when he has no better place to go. When a poor Chemist with three E’s in organic comes out of his last monthly test with the conviction weighing upon him that this month’s mark, in spite of thirty hours’ consecutive study, will also be an E (or worse), it is a shock to run across Gladding telling how easy the exam was. Why, 1 have given up plugging the stuff. I only spent an hour and a half all last month on organic, and that was last evening. Be¬ fore I went to the show I sat down and read my notes over twice and I ought to get about 90% on that exam.” Still, E. K. is popular, for no one really believes the pleasant fiction about the studying he does not do, and the marks he never looks at. As a violinist he is—well, his room-mate’s tip is, the less said the better.” Ralph Gaylord Gold Electric Born January 3,1889, West Stafford, Conn. Stafford High School, ’06; Track Team, ’07, ' 08, ’09 Cross-countries, ’07, ’08, ’09 ‘ 1 Hark! Did you not hear that soft pat¬ ter? That was Gold. Yes, that curly- headed, mild young fellow, with the gentle voice and the light blue eyes. Oh, yes, he wears the rubbers because he is working on high potentials; he is always on the safe side. Quite a runner, too; long distance, you know. He got his ‘W’ in ’09 at Rensselaer, when he won the mile run for Worcester. Oh, yes, took second place in the cross-countries in ’08, and a first and a third the year before. He was President of the Y. M. C. A. this last year, and always an active worker there. You remem¬ ber those calendars with fancy covers and the pictures of Tech? Well, he was one of the two to get those up. No, I guess he has done only farm work in the summers; oh, he has got a lesson to learn yet. The fellows call him ‘ Kelpy ’ or ‘ Goldie. ’ No, I don’t believe you can. You see he is going to Schenectady with the bunch.” 184 Frank Wilfred Green Mechanic Born February 27,1887, Lye, England Prep. Williston Seminary Of all the indefatigable workers among the Mechanics (and there are a lot, too) we feel that the medal belongs to Mr. Green. Night, to Frank, means none of those “games” so dear to the heart of every Tech man; no cessation of the labor of the day. Rather it means long hours when, undisturbed, he can partially satisfy that almost insatiable thirst for knowledge. Whether this characteristic is due to the necessity for overcoming the natural slug¬ gishness of his countrymen, we cannot say, but, be its cause what it may, its results are good. While the rest of us were play¬ ing, Frank was plugging, so that by the law of averages when we have to get to work in earnest, Frank will have his chance to play. But then, perhaps, he will have forgotten how. Walter P. Green 8 X. Civil Born Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester South High School Centre, Senior Football Pea Green, the wild man, with Mongolian smile, hairy face and limbs, and the strength and build of Samson, proved an excellent but dangerous butt for Civil wits. There was never anything ill-defined or uncertain about Walter. On the rampage he was positively terrific, and the nerviest souls ducked for cover as books, ink bottles, scissors, drawing-boards, chairs and all chattels unsecured by concrete foundations began to fly around with the speed of base¬ balls. Less harmful, but not less lurid, were the Chinatown stories with which he ever moved his Boswell, Brooks, to that heart¬ rending, ear-splitting whinny. These were mainly based on incidents of his discovery of the Northwest explored in July and Au¬ gust, 1908, by Ralph and him. Never did he allow those feats to be forgotten. In some sleepy recitation his hand suddenly waves frantically in the air, his whole body is con¬ vulsed and will not be stilled until he can gasp, “When I was in the Northwest they—” Or “I want ter ask you,” would always be the signal for a hopeless debate with some “prof” who never would or could understand Walter ' s viewpoint. 185 William Charles Greenough Electric Born August 21,1887, Saranac Lake, N. Y. Prep. Saranac Lake High School, ’05 It was on the twenty-first day of August that Saranac Lake sprung its one huge prac¬ tical joke on the world; for then Bill, the would-be punster, began his career of gar¬ goyle oratory and caricature doctrines. But why he should choose Tech as the amphi¬ theatre of his endeavors is an insoluble mystery. But come he did, and 1910 was just that unlucky that she had to stand for it. Some say that he imports his jokes from the Canadian border. At any rate they are far-fetched as a whole. They say he used to work twelve hours a day before he joined the union, and even now he sneaks in ten hours of study every day. Bill is the first Vice-president of the Wireless Association, and an expert at pulling the wires thereof. Didn’t you ever see that squatty, funny¬ looking chap in the green suit climb to the highest point possible and imitate every¬ thing and everybody most ridiculously? Well, that’s Bill Greenough. Romeo Arthur Grise IS, T B 11. Mechanic Born July 18, 1887, Ware, Mass. Prep. Ware High School, Grad. ’05 Varsity Football, ’07; Class Football, ’07 No more fitting appellation could possibly have been found for our knight than Romeo. A rather tall man, with black hair and flashing eye, is it strange that he recalls to the mind of many a “w r ee lassie” the romantic tales of those chivalric days of yore? Besides all this, Romeo has a decided eye for color combinations, and can any¬ one who saw it ever forget that redoubtable gray flannel shirt, with a daring touch of gay cerise at the throat? In the surrounding country districts Mr. Grise is widely known as quite an artist with the moving pictures. The knowledge of how to keep the puppets moving with a crank should certainly prove useful, espe¬ cially when its undoubted efficiency has been proved for so many years on the Hill. 186 Philip Alexander Hamilton A T £i. Mechanic Born June 15,1885, Bridgeport, Mass. Prep. Bridgeport High School, ’05 Hammy comes in a class with those men who, in spite of all they can do, still prove an irresistible attraction for the fair sex. Among his assets is a winning smile that would take a prize at any horse show. He affiliated himself with the present Mechanic division at the beginning of junior year, and if any Mechanic deserves the name of Entrepreneur, Hammy certainly has the market cornered. The business-like air of this youth would entitle him to the name, even were it not an established fact that a cigar usually lurks in his upper left-hand coat pocket. Again, when the bunch are off on a trip, or similar occasion, it’s Hammy for the plank steaks and the classy shows. If you are looking for “brass” go to Ham¬ my. He sells it. Like the rest of us, Alex¬ ander has his troubles, and one of these was the choice of a thesis, but he finally took Gas and now is laughing again, wdth good prospects of ultimate recovery. Edward AtLee Hanff Electric Born November 29,1889, Rutland, Mass. Prep. Rutland High School, ' 06 A roguish scowl overcast its face and as it opened its eyes they called it ‘ ‘ Eddie. ’ ’ Mischief was his first occupation, though the tow n clerk never caught him with the weed. Early in his career he began the develop¬ ment of a phonograph which took first prize in the surface grinder class. With this ex¬ perience—and some more—together with what the Rutland public schools afforded, the infant busied himself in exceptional ways, but it was useless to maul him, for he never repeated—strong fumes of genius. Summer occupations have been various and have lately settled to electric wiring, light installations, and a little contracting, with now and then a hook in Muskasomething Lake. Young ladies of Worcester have seen very little of Eddie. He takes a blue car once a week, so he gets there just the same—he says that stubbornness counts. We have record of one love affair, but she —wise girl —threw him over because he wouldn’t eat potatoes. Young man, beware of the Sara¬ toga chip! 187 Leslie Merton Harvey J T. Electric Born June 7,1889, Chartley, Mass. Prep. Attleboro High School, ’06 Harvey left high school, class valedicto¬ rian. They probably gave him the last word because he was too lazy to take any other. His course here at Tech has been of the same character, and is more easily read in the attendance books than in the record books. He has an extreme aversion to large red noses—they signify too much. When he was younger, Harvey had vague ideas of building a power plant, and even got as far as to construct a wooden gen¬ erator frame in his first summer shop. Pray, Mr. Harvey, just what is the magnetic reluctance of pure soft pine? When he first appeared in Worcester, Harvey was a typical misogynist, but during his last year’s stay it has been noticed and com¬ mented upon that nearly every Saturday finds him all togged out, suit-case in hand, and aimed in the direction of Maine. Now whither? He is usually very quiet in class; some say he is looking wise, but the better guessers say, “No, he is just too tired.” Willard Hedlund 9 X. Civil Born November 8,1887, Sweden Prep. Worcester English High School Class Treasurer, Junior (1) (2) Pres. Civil Eng. Soc.; Senior Football Bill—it is really Willard, and too darn much for a Civil—came to us from rugged crags and stony fjords of Sweden, and that’s where he got the cold, heartless abil¬ ity that enabled him to extract money so easily from the men. Indeed, the credit¬ able financial standing of the class is prob¬ ably due more to the extracting power of this flaxen-haired youth than to the gener¬ osity of its members. He has a noticeable leaning to wit, which he displayed to ad¬ vantage by making shameless use of his po¬ sition as President of the C. E. Society. The other duties of the office he found quite onerous, as when he attempted to cut a quart brick of ice-cream into twenty-seven equal pieces, or when, in the absence of Vice-president, it devolved upon him to wash numerous tin spoons and wooden plates. His greatest achievement at Tech was his christening the redoubtable John F. Man¬ gold “Ajax”—the name that fitted and stuck. His spare moments in the draught ' ing-room are spent in introducing his na¬ tional game of Spenskaforjardktofsin— known to us as matching pennies. 188 Karl Ernest Herrick I V J. Chemist Born August 31,1886, Winchendon, Mass. Prep. Leominster High School, ’04 Class President, Sophomore (1) (2) Varsity Football, ’06-’07 Karl came into prominence way back in high school, assuming all the offices, along with the collateral that went with them, and they never caught him, either. During his first two years at Tech, he distinguished himself on the football team, but after that he spent all his spare time trying to dodge ‘ 1 Kinnie. ’ ’ Sometimes he attended classes, if he was not too busy, but when¬ ever he did he always managed to be late. Karl is very familiar with the country north of Worcester, and he generally prefers the rest and quiet of that part of the State to the humdrum life at Tech, so there he could be found every week from Saturday till Monday. He certainly did enjoy those trips. Karl isn’t quite sure, but he says ho is going to show the Porto-Eicans the latest moves in the new football rules, with a small amount of pedagogy work on the side. It won’t take them very long to recognize him down there, for you can tell those feet a mile away. Fred Leland Hewes TB 11,23. Civil Born Westfield, Mass., Dec. 9, 1889 Prep. Springfield Central High School Alice! ! The wildest, most uncouth, un¬ kempt, eccentric figure that ever appeared at the Institute. The triumph of evolution! At Springfield High School he took all the scholastic honors that were available without special effort, and then he decided to grace— or perhaps it’s disgrace—Tech with his pres¬ ence. Space does not permit us to delve deeply into the mysteries of this many-sided man, who, in his leisure moments, dopes the stock market by curves; tells time by the stars; mingles with the masses as a street car conductor; and uplifts the submerged tenth by night-school instruction. His greatest delight is in quizzing the profs and in convincing them that black is white. His greatest talent is his ability to provide classy color schemes in shirts and neckties. He is the main prop of the Civil Depart¬ ment student—what should we lesser lights have done without him? His desk is the court of last resort in all difficulties. By far the brightest and most ingenious mind among us, and we speed him on to the suc¬ cess that will be his. 189 Frank William Jackson A T £2. Electric Born November 14, 1887, Amherst, Mass. Prep. Amherst High School, ’06 Varsity Football, ’06; Cross-countries, ’07, ’08 Senior Football “Jack” came from Amherst, so he “jest growed, ’ ’ that’s all. This was quite evident in the varsity, the cross-countries, and that noble eleven that almost trimmed the Chem¬ ists. We never could quite understand what lured Jack away from the country, unless it was the prospect of German and oratori¬ cal bees, together with a possibility of run¬ ning the freshman track team. There was afways something very mys¬ terious about Jack as he would sit in physics and stare out of that clenched mouth. He has a reputation of never fuss¬ ing within the city limits—in fact he takes a suit-case and fails to show up for a couple of days at a stretch. How about that trip to Holyoke? Didn’t we have to keep our eyes on him,? We tried to. Where could he have learned it? Was Jack or “Ping” the teacher?—they both go about it as scholars of the same school. Jack says, ‘ ‘ By all means introduce A. C. into the primary schools!” “Jackson, stand up! What kind of steel makes tho best razors?” Oliver Burlingame Jacobs Electric Born January 23,1889, Danielson, Conn. Killingly High School, ’05; Worcester Academy, ' 06 Varsity Football, ’07; Senior Football Here you are, ladies and gents! The greatest side-show in the world, all for ten cents! Bum-joke Jake, the six-foot cartoonist wonder! He cracks a joke for every word you speak, and makes a complete cartoon of the same! The wizard of the skies, he flashes messages miles through the ether by a simple twist of the wrist and a touch of the key! Here you are, the wire¬ less wonder, the only su ch on exhibition! He plays football and the piano equally well! He can whistle out of the left side of his mouth and calculate the hardest vector analysis in his head at the same time! Don’t miss this grand opportunity to see the ■ originator, President and wizard of the Wireless Association! Watch him transmit a wireless, lifeless, meaningless joke in cardiods about your head! Watch him juggle the vectors—look out there! There comes a wireless cartoon! Thank you, lady! any more? 190 Raymond Eugene Kelley 6 X. Civil Born May 28, 1888, Greenwich, Mass. Prep. Athol High School; Senior Football This is a very rough, unfinished product, very thick-skinned and hard to make im¬ pression upon. Kelley is an expert in handling crude jests, can humble ‘ ‘ Wil- lum” in twenty seconds, ‘ ‘ Squeak ”, in one minute and Fitz in three. In the terrific Civil word duels, his burly good humor Tenders him well-nigh impregnable, and he mockingly wiggles his prize deformity at would-be tormentors. Terrible orgies at Holden and Sterling, followed by days of sound slumber, have failed to extinguish the mental capacity ■of the only existing Protestant of his name. Just because he is too lazy to deny it, or take your money if he wins, and has resorted to measles at exam time, do not forget that he has a brain, and was once Johnnie’s brightest pupil. Why shoidd he use it, when Dolly’s is so handy! Kelley worried once in the memory of man. Enraged at a “ prof ’ ’ he decided with unprecedented energy to do no more work in that subject. Revenge in the shape of a condition was easily secured. He has lately ma de good on a State job, and looks forward to the time when he can earn a living stamping his signature on six to eight bills a day. Paul Stuart Kennedy Chemist Born September 26, 1888, Rockland, Me. Prep. B. M. C. Durfee High School, ' 06 Relay Team Capt., ’08-’10; Track Team, ' 07, ' 08, ’09, ’10; Capt., ’09-T0 We are glad that Kennedy learned to run some at that high school with the long- name down in Fall River. As an athlete he is second only to Dadmun. ‘ ‘ Happy Ken, ’ ’ a reporter from infancy, has been the mainstay of Tech News, and the Worcester Post, writing on any subject from football to flasks. He ranks with C. P. and Lord Nelson as one of the star chemist bull-heavers, and is able to hold his own in an argument with the whole Chemistry Department, to say nothing of the rest of the Faculty. ‘ ‘ Ken ’ ’ served last summer as war cor¬ respondent for the Fall River Globe. His opinion of the war-game, sleeping out in the rain and tramping across country with little to eat and less to drink, was stated in characteristic and vivid language one morning as he accepted an invitation to ride in an auto driven by a fellow Chemist. It is reported that he has secured a position in a large brewery at $100 a month and findings. 191 Harold Merriam King I 3, T II . Mechanic Born March 28,1888, Fitchburg, Mass. Prep. Fitchburg High School, ’04 Class Treasurer, Freshman (1) (2); Football, Senior, Sophomore, Freshman; Sophomore, Junior Track; Sophomore Basketball; Cross-countries, ' 07 ' ' 08 It is as easy for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle as for anything to happen on Tech Hill without the presence of Mr. King. This is said only in the spirit of great praise. We all admire his pluck, and a man who will stick to athletics with as little encouragement as he has had certainly deserves some recognition. A little more of the same spirit among the other men and the Hill would soon see a change. Unlike most “sharks,” Harold is very generous in giving others the benefit of his knowledge, and that at times when it is especially useful. Hardly a man in the Mechanics but who has, sooner or later, felt the confidence inspired by his proffered aid. If predictions are in order, we venture to say that sometime Harold will get into his proper place, and when he does—well, watch the fur fly. Richard Christopher Lancaster A T SI. Civil Born Worcester, Mass. Prep. English High School Whenever you want anything done, and don’t want to do it yourself, look around for Hick Lancaster. “Christopher” is al¬ ways there with a helping hand or a free cigarette. When Dick first came to Tech he was not quite sure that he was going to like the crowd, for he complained they were not what he w r as accustomed to, but after a year or two, his scruples were finally over¬ come, and he became a dyed-in-the-wool Tech man. Dick just doted on being a civil engineer, and he even went so far as to dress the part, and smoke a pipe. Last sum¬ mer he dressed up and went down to City Hall for a job, and they took him just on the strength of his civil appearance. Dick’s heart affairs are spoken of in whispers, and a good part of his time is spent dodging breach-of-promise suits. Dick, however, gained his greatest fame as being a willing worker, and whoever asked a favor of him was never disappointed with his eager response. 192 Charles Edward Leamy Mechanic Born November 6,1887, Gardner, Mass. Prep. Gardner High School Charlie is our wit, and while his humor is greatly appreciated by his eager lis¬ teners, we fear that ofttimes it is lost on some of our teachers. His humor is of that very fetching variety known as spon¬ taneous, in fact sometimes it is so sudden that it almost approaches an explosion. In steam, as is eminently fitting, this is usually the case, and were it not for his na ' ive, chihl-like expression of perfect innocence, we are afraid that he might often incur the wrath of his professors. In spite of his attempt to appear inno¬ cent, we rather suspect Charlie of leading a double life, for no one can have so much secret conversation and so many private consultations with G. N. without absorbing some of his reckless dash. Time will tell whether Charlie is fire-proof or not. Bartholomew John Leary Civil Born January 31,1889, Fall River, Mass. Prep. B. M. C. Durfee High School Sergeant-at-Arms ’10 (1); Cross-countries, ’08, ’09, ' 10 Freshman, Sophomore, Junior Track Teams 2d Football, ' 09; Senior Football Capt. Jack, the member from Lilliput, entered Tech standing five feet two inches in his socks, which by dint of hard work in every branch of Tech activities, he increased to five feet, two and one-half inches in his ball-room slippers. He has played the part of “Teck’s Bad Boy” to perfection, tortured teachers, manipulated thumbtacks and drawn black¬ board cartoons in the most approved man¬ ner. His great personal interest in the celestial sphere led a fond professor to continue his instruction in this subject dur¬ ing the senior year. Half way through Tech he went into part¬ nership with Fitz, and this pair brought team work to such perfection that one and one-half hour’s preparation a week now went as far as a previous individual total of six or seven. B. John’s size and winning ways made him the idol of all high school girls and those few grown-ups who did not exceed him in stature. Jack is a wizard at free-hand sketching, and is not peevish about lending his abil¬ ities to any Tech interests requiring such vrork. 193 LeRoy Leggee Holden Electric Born January 2, 1886, Myricks, Mass. Prep. Middleboro High School, ’05 Whoa! Old Atlas had to stop to let “Legg” on. “By golly,” he came near getting left. Soon tiring of carpentering he started shoe manufacture, but that was the last of anything strenuous, for he took up the joy-ride, and got a transfer to the City Hospital, where he proceeded, as per usual custom, to make many congenial ac¬ quaintances. He still declares that there is nobody quite equal to the young ladies there. Many affections must yet be in circula¬ tion, for we have been unable to detect a focus—oh, he’s a ladies’ man, all right; but it certainly is mighty cruel to keep so many in suspense. “Legg” has always been very quiet. We never heard that voice rise in interrogation in the presence of company, but who has not noticed the unique character of his ejaculations, each so vaguely descriptive? ‘ ‘ If you wish it well done, do it yourself ’ ’— this was at the bottom of that famous centre rush which marked ‘ 1 Legg’s ’ ’ en¬ trance into athletics. ‘ ‘ Pass the gravy; it takes a good man to tell a story. ’ ’ Timothy Richard Lyons K3A. Civil Born June 3,1886, Manchester. N. H. Prep. Manchester High School Manchester’s “Big Tim” came to Wor¬ cester to pick up another trade and any worldly knowledge in Worcester previously unfamiliar to him. He never admitted dis¬ covering any, yet stayed on resolutely to enlighten the rest of us, and prove his axiom, ‘ ‘ Everybody and everything is a bluff, even 1 Prof. ’ ’ ’ That same “Prof” had often revealed to us the 11 cussed independence ’ ’ of the masons, always glancing by way of ex¬ ample at the most cocksure, independent, carefree man who ever laid eight shove joints a day. But just let Tim open up between bricks and you ’ll not complain of the eight a day. Watch a little no-account incident grow into a Bret Harte romance. Hear what is what from the man who would have lost 46,735 bets on the Hill if anyone dared to take him up. He will give you seventeen opportunities in this next speech, but you won’t dare oppose him. Draughting is Tim’s one stumbling- block. All drawings must be done over at least three times, so he has become the most skillful and untiring man in the division with an E. Faber. Tim could never remember a formula, or even to get up without the aid of the tele¬ phone girls, but he makes up by cool-headed, sound thinking in pinches. 194 Harold Lee MacGregory I r J, TB II. Civil Born October 10, 1886, Springfield, Mass. Prep. Palmer High School, ’05 Chairman School Banquet Committee Mac, with typical Scotch obstinacy, has refused to let four years of Tech in the slightest degree impair that perpetual grouch, which (we presume) was caused by his nomadic early life. He is real cannie withal, and has de¬ veloped ideas of his own on all subjects. Neither argument from authority, brutal application of the big stick,” nor the show of coin wall back him down from these one inch, until a clear proof suddenly gives him a new correct idea to cling to. As first assistant to Hewes in the Court of Last Eesort, ’ ’ and as organizer of labor unions, he furnished much valuable aid to his division, as w T ell as causing gnashing of teeth among the professors. B. has always lived in mortal fear of women, and fleeing in morbid terror from their charms, sought refuge in the ranks of license supporters, where he served valiantly. However, in two years of drought he has mastered his fears so well that we now find him making week-end excursions, alone and unprotected, among the fair ladies at Lasell. George Francis Martin 2’ c. Civil Born June 16, 1886, Millville, Mass. Prep. Blackstone High School Such a quiet, unassuming youth as ‘ ‘ Hap ’ ’ appears to be, cannot but show new qualities when placed under the lime¬ light, to which his ability seems to lead him. True it is that he never argued with or knowingly displeased his professors; true also that his only vice is smoking viciously; yet that twinkle in his eye shows him up as a sly devil” after all. No dance takes place at which George cannot be found sharing his pleasure with one of his fair friends. There are no spare evenings which he cannot enliven by calling on this one or that, and no bright Sunday afternoon is wasted by this Beau Brummel, who in a pinch can then afford a damsel for each arm. Only Bill Butler, Terrence,” and other disciples fully appreciate how ‘ ‘ Hap’s ’ ’ tongue, once unloosened, will flash forth witty remarks in the manner of Mark Twain or Dingtoe. ” Let George do your lessons. He is smart enough to get them without grinding, and that worried expression is merely a sign that he doesn’t know 7 his own ability as w T ell as do his classmates. 195 Hubert Peter Theodore Matte Civil Born Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester High School Here is another man with a name to spare. But the initials were speedily cor¬ rupted into A. D. T., owing to Hubert ' s thorough knowledge of telegraphy. Matte met “1910” half way through at Chaffins, and it did not take him long to get thoroughly acquainted. Acquaintance among “those Civils” meant ability to take and return the fire of such wags as “Nick,” “Tim,” Jack and “Squeak;” but H. P. T. was on the job, and besides introduced a novelty in shape of a tele¬ graph tattoo which drove the Zelotes taps out of the running, and rivaled “Doc,” Jones Hooper’s eloquent mountebank ex¬ hibitions. A. D. T. was a hard and earnest worker, not a g rind, which led him to take Tech too seriously and worry overmuch. As a re¬ sult his recitations and ‘ 1 exam ’ ’ work have suffered, but there could never be a doubt of his true intention and meaning, whatever he said or wrote. We liked A. D. T. even as we liked “Ernest” Nichols, but cannot let slip the opportunity to preach the old Greek precept, ‘ ‘ Moderation in all things. ’ ’ John William McCaffrey Civil Bom February 21, 1889, Woonsocket, R. I. Prep. Woonsocket High School ‘ ‘ Willum ’ ’ : the Civils : : “ Patsy ’ ’ Cro- nan : Chemists. This law was proven by elimination of variables, P. and A. D. T. But Willum has something on Patsy. That something is a pipe. Without the pipe you might overlook his beauty, but when the amber stem curls so artistically from the lower corner of his mouth over his aggressive chin he becomes positively compelling. Hold your sides hard. ‘ ‘ That’s ri—i—ght.” “Isn’t it Willum?” “Willum” is undoubtedly a sage; he puffs his pipe knowingly, speaking between puffs short oracular sentences. But the prophet is not honored, for Fitz, Jack, ‘ 1 Hap ’ ’ and Kelley persist in provoking his terrible repartee. When that is insuf¬ ficient he resorts to threats dire and dread¬ ful. The editors are afraid to do him justice after his ultimatum: — “Who dares to print my M-’s name Can never play with me again. ’ ’ Here’s to “Willum!” You can’t help liking him. 196 Charles Whitney Morden A T Q. Mechanic Born January 12, 1888, Portland, Ore. Prep. Portland Academy Class Vice-president, Senior (1) (2) Junior Prom Committee ‘ ‘ Oh, young Loehinvar is come out of the West. ” To the average Tech man the breezy con¬ fidence, the absolute self-reliance of these Westerners must come as somewhat of a shock. Still, so far, his colors have never been lowered, and by his ability to ‘ 1 throw ’ ’ a good bluff, his knowledge of when and where to shirk, varied outside interests (connected nevertheless with the work) he has established himself in a very strong citadel. However, tempus omnia revelat, so we will wait. If Whitney goes to his far Western home at the end of his Tech career, there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth among Worcester’s fair ones, for the breezy, blond Westerner ranks high among the lady charmers, and his fair locks give him away at all Mother Day’s parties. Kissag Marookeh Nahikian Chemist Born January 11, 1886, Harpoot, Turkey Prep. Worcester Classical High, ’05 Philadelphia College of Pharmacy, ' 08 Senior Football Team The “Nook” joined us as juniors, and we have done our best to make a good Chemist of him. He has learned how to synthesize experiments, to get physico-chem¬ ical results, besides doing double physics last year and sharking Uncle Joe’s electric¬ ity this year. Incidentally he has learned to play football (by being the opposing team) and has developed into a poker fiend. Ken early had hopes of Nahikian as a track man, based on his experience as a runner down at Philadelphia, but this inter¬ est diminished when he learned that Nookie’s specialty was the potato race. It is stated on good authority that Nahi¬ kian’s degree (P. C.) represents “persis¬ tent cuss. ’ ’ He h as no use for the ‘ ‘ vile weed,” but in dry times could write beau¬ tiful prescriptions for spiriti frumentae, and get them filled too. 197 William Thomas O’Connell Electric Born February 18,1885, Broad Brook, Conn. Prep. Rockville High School, ' 05 Mac is an alien to 1910, having dropped in from above somewhere, but, being kind- hearted, we have taken him along, and now he seems almost human. He is the aristo¬ crat of the entropy table among the Elec tries, and his vain endeavors to reform the crowd give precedence only to his high- pitched, scornful laugh. Any one may see him between two and four in the morning, clad in a bath-robe and carpet slippers, an old corn-cob pipe protruding from the cor¬ ner of his mouth, just beginning to study. He had earlier fallen asleep there after supper, and now refreshed is ready for quiet contemplation of the mysteries of long ago. Regularly once a week, and that on Sundays, he goes fussing, but wise old owl, he kills two birds with one stone, for he goes to church to find the lady of his heart’s desire. Frank M. O’Donnell Civil Born October 15, 1888, Woonsocket, R. I. Prep. Woonsocket High School Napoleon Lajoie and Terrence O’Don¬ nell are the men responsible for the fair fame of Woonsocket. Although Terrence is not an American Leaguer, he makes many long hits with the natives down the creek by explaining to them in detail the analysis of indeterminate structures by the method of deflections. But in the recitation room Terrence’s heroic bearing is ruined by a sudden rush of blood to his face when called on to find a stress in the simplest hanger. What¬ ever the cause, there is nothing modest about the blush, which, combining with an orange tie and purple shirt, makes a New England sunset look like a sheet of colored topography with the corner clipped. Terrence is most at home with the ladies, whom he trails assiduously whenever he can slip away from his better half and tyrant, ‘ ‘ Willum. ’ ’ In the art of dressing, so sadly neglected here, Terrence kept abreast of Nichols by careful study of the Delineator, and never appeared in public without the latest and loudest fashions and knife-edge creases on his trousers. He is a leader of the big second squad in scholarship. 198 Leopold Earle Ogden Electric Born October 26, 1888, Millbury, Mass. Prep. Millbury High School, ' 05 ‘‘ Oh! mother, I can’t dance! ’ ’ He has made them think that he has since learned how. In spite of his modesty we learn that he was right there in prep school athlet¬ ics. “Roger” used to get up early and go to work for Mr. Buck, but he says that the only thing to do is to get married and move out of New England to a place where a man can sleep and never see any more beans. According to Pilsbury, his plans correspond to this idea. Cheer up, Roger, you may not be bald-headed yet—guess that you and Shrimpy don’t know that Mr. Van makes hats. Roger asks, “What’s the use of finding a job (accepting a position if you are en¬ gaged) at forty per, if you can deliver a few abstracts before some reputable wom¬ an’s club—subject: ‘Four Years Like H— on a Motorcycle,’ or ‘Why Technical Stu¬ dents Should Eat Pickles’?” What causes a man to become absent- minded and absorbed in the mails? Poets are all like that. Ah, the joy of youthful love! James Bradford Patch Chemist Born April 1, 1887, South Framingham, Mass. Prep. South Framingham High School, ' 06 During his course in school, Jim has been the standby of the Tech Y. M. C. A., and his wide experience here gained such a big reputation for him that he spent a couple of summers instilling the Christian spirit of brotherly love into the minds of summer campers. One year Jim went out to South Dakota and brought back a knowl¬ edge of the world and its ways, which made the people down on the farm sit up and listen. Jim has a tenor voice that is cer¬ tainly a peach, and the chances are that next year there will be no music festival unless Jim is around. Jim plods along with that steady way of his, and if he has any weaknesses, no one so far has been able to discover any. Organic chemistry has been his bug-bear, and only his Y. M. C. A. training has kept him from emphatically expressing himself on that subject. When it is all over, Jim will be one of the first fellows to throw up his hat and shout for glee, for there are subjects the exact value of which he could never see. 199 Clarence Albert Grover Pease I A E. Civil Born Westfield, Mass., Aug. 1, 1887 Prep. Westfield High School, ’06 Varsity Track, ’07, ’08, ’09 President Junior Year (1) (2) Class Track, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior Varsity Basketball, ’08, ’09 (Capt.). ’06-’07, ’07-’08 Class Basketball, Freshman, Sophomore “Cag” entered with us a man of highest principles, and how he came to select his roommate is not readily understood, since ‘ ‘ Hap ’ ’ was already well known to him. More marvelous still is the fact that four years of such company has left Clarence as perfect as ever. He had led the basketball team his junior year with clean play and unruffled temper. It is a curious combination, this all- around athlete and perfect gentleman, espe¬ cially when the holder leads his class in either line. We used to think a man who never swore nor got angry had no vices or little human pettiness must be a totally obnoxious sissy; but we have since met ‘ Cag.� � In class, Cag is often unprepared, but his extemporaneous recitations and solemn, serious questions often carried him through. Quietly he kidded Marat as effectively as more bold and caustic comrades. Of course he was popular. Irving Lewis Peters Mechanic Born May 31,1887, Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester South High; Senior Football To attempt to give even a brief outline of Pete’s characteristics is a good deal like tackling one of B. A.’s examination ques¬ tions. There are some fellows that the longer you know them the less you really seem to know about them. In general we suspect Pete of being a worker, yea, even a plugger. Anything that he fancies comes easy to him, as, for instance, his thesis (also Charlie Leamy comes very easy). Why, so fas¬ cinated did he become with this thesis that he works until it is too dark to see. His hardest work, however, is in trying to get Charlie to limit his smokes to the legal time and also to the legal number. 200 Clinton Chandler Pilsbury Electric Born May 10. 1888, Lenox, Mass. Prep. Jamaica High School, N. Y. Greenport High School, N. Y. Wickofl Academy, Conn., ’06 Whew, sounds like the titles of some of our dignitaries! Poor Pillie, no wonder he went to the bad! No school would keep him over a year or so. Still, it is partly his own fault, for he never gets to class now¬ adays within ten minutes of starting time, and then he comes running in with his long white hair streaming like a pennant be¬ hind. Pillie has the distinction or pleasure, depending upon which side presents itself, of being the only family man of the class. He was married in the middle of his fresh¬ man year and very soon brought his wife here to keep house for him. His two sons were born March, ’08, and October, ’09. He is the son of a minister, which may ac¬ count in some part for his eccentric ways. He is an inveterate smoker and Iris char¬ acteristic curves are a hat, overcoat, a doctor’s case and a coil of thin blue smoke. Robert Edward Stuart Pope A T. Electric Bom November 3, 1886, Durham, N. C. Prep. Bingham Military School, Asheville, N. C. A. and M. of N. C., two years Senior Football Bull of the Mechanics-Electrics and manual labor enthusiast. He is a great man on a heavy job such as reading gas meters—though we all did wonder at his thesis subject. He says that he doesn’t see how he can be blamed for having been born in the South, nor even for the fact that they took his voice out of the sand too early. Pope loves the smoky city and longs to be back there among the girls. Perhaps he is a lively fusser; if he is, he is mighty sly about it, though he has gone so far as to enlist with Annie to make him more fitting. He says that a story never sounds so well as in the design room, where one may enjoy a little dog-cart aftermath. He hit the tape with “Pete” in labor over-indul¬ gence, and has offered to compete, with a relay team composed of “Pete” and “Zwieb, ” at any time and for any dis¬ tance!—“Tim” to be the judge. 201 Stephen Michael Poutier Civil Born January 20, 1885, Buffalo, N. Y. Prep. Lafayette High School Did you feel a presence in the room? Yet it made no noise, no jest, no oath, no boastful puff, nor derisive jeer. Certainly it could not be a Civil. But it was and is, boys, it is “ Stealthy Steve” Poutier, the Civil conundrum! Stolid as an Indian, he blinks steadily at you, nor wastes any of his precious words. Yet he will come back hard and accurately if you try to ‘ ‘ slip it on him. ’ ’ Sam appeared sophomore year from M. I. T., it was said, and began at once the faithful work which reaps reward. Thus he became “present company excepted” when Marat made dissertations on the standard of the average recruits from out¬ side colleges. Ever so slightly he smiled when Professor French awarded him the Technical Supply Outfit as junior draught¬ ing prize. Are you cynical, Sam, or are you just modest? We name you an enigma for Victor Hugo. But we know that you were loyal in the bitter days of the big strike; we are certain that your intentions are of the best, but you should not forget that the custom in this camp is to holler. Please try it once and get the habit. Daniel Harvey Reamy l A 1. Mechanic Born October 22,1885, West Medford, Mass. Prep. Needham High School, ’03 Senior and Sophomore Football Manager Track Team, TO; Varsity Track Team, ’07, ’08, ’09, TO Dan and Georgia Tech outgrew one an¬ other early, for he came to us in his prime, and in our company and through our re¬ fined influence he has reached a very high state of development. One cannot help liking Dan, and we are very glad that he and Georgia Tech parted company. (We believe it was not through necessity that he left.) In many ways he is very wise, and while he has very positive opinions on many subjects he does not force them on one unasked. His wide experience in the automobile industry (not joy riding) gives him knowledge that has ofttimes helped out a floundering professor, much to his (the prof’s) chagrin, we imagine. Although Dan tried football some, his principal activity in Tech has been on the track, where his good work has done much to help the teams. As manager he did re¬ markably well, particularly in getting Tech re-admitted to the N. E. I. A. A. He couldn’t seem to stand Worcester on Sunday, but always disappeared Saturday. Whether he had to take care of Paul or not we cannot tell. 202 William Herbert Rhodes, Jr. Civil Born December 29, 1886, Springfield, Mass. Prep. Springfield (Central) High School, ’06 End, Senior Football Chairman Commencement Committee For three years Bert was the hardest- working man at Tech. Then he stopped and studied a little. At first our hero had been wont to spend his off hours in work¬ ing, smoking and insatiable letter-writing. One person required at least four a week and the labor of filling these would exhaust the most fertile mind. Since study must Trait for these serious matters, it seems as if Rhodes was doubly handicapped. He stuck it out, nevertheless, and now that the handicaps have been removed, we have more opportunity to appreciate his qual¬ ities. ’Tis alarming to discover an all¬ round good fellow, of strong moral char¬ acter and practical good sense! Still his education has been sadly neglected. Bert will ever insist on covering his partner’s jack with a queen, -will never add a column before multiplying by the constant factor, and stubbornly makes the queens wait for all other customers at the market, refusing to avail himself of their easily won acquaint¬ ance. Yet the dogged manner in which he has borne Tech’s trials indicates a store of pent-up energy which may later set another heart afire. Wilfred Lemuel Robbins Electric Born October, 1885, Leeds, Northampton, Mass. Prep. Northampton High School The town records claim that Wilfred L. Robbins was born sometime in 1885, but from reason there must be some mistake in that, for how, then, could the railroads have run before 1885? There must be some mistake, and yet the story is told of an early life of the boy Robbins; how he ap¬ peared before the directors of a nearby railroad and told of their excessive waste and advised a change of system. After graduating from grammar school, Robbins spent some time at work in mechanical lines before he decided to come to Tech. He has always been a railroad man and intends always to stay so. In fact, during the summer after his junior year, he spent much valuable time and energy putting the Boston Elevated in proper shape to meet its increasing trade. He never would believe what was said in class until it was all thrashed out, and he is even known to have opposed certain claims made in thermo and steam; but from his many ob¬ stinate oppositions, often interesting and valuable discussion has arisen. 203 Barrett Beard Russell A T Q. Electric Born February 15,1887, Brockton, Mass. Prep. Brockton High School, ’05 B. Bussell is another of that ' 09 bunch that came to us through the cogs, and are therefore somewhat mangled. However, he has collected himself somewhat since, and we present what is left. Imagine a light grey checkerboard suit, partly filled by a me¬ dium-sized fellow with an awful grin cover¬ ing his otherwise intelligent face, his hands in his pockets up to the elbow, a book under his arm, a flaming red necktie, and no hat, and we have Barry Bussell. During his five years in Worcester he has made many lady friends, and exceptionally good friends they are too. He is very fond of reading, but study is his one bugbear. There is, however, one study that he likes and it is because of its imaginary parts which sound like fiction. His idea of a perfect thesis is the measurement of alternating current with a Price meter. Wesley Arthur Saunders Civil Born June 11,1888, New Britain, Conn. Prep. New Britain High; Senior Football This lank Connecticut Yankee wears a frown w T hich indicates a reception half way between Gregor’s grouch and Weir’s super¬ sensitiveness when you first tackle him. Break that irritable shell and 11 Saundy ’ ’ proves sound to the core. Even though he was one of those Civil sharks whose lack of absorbing interest in the work poisoned the attitudes of their colleagues, he usually came to class prepared, helped a few other fellows, and then startled all by a sudden access of energy, such as caused that big black record of thesis hours. Wesley A. was never a saint, yet suffi¬ ciently proper to add an element of respect¬ ability to “Ken’s joint,” where he often hung out for a quiet game after Tech’s commissioners closed up Newton Hall. At least two professors are known to have got in wrong with “Wes,” by mistakenly as¬ suming that he was misbehaving. They were wrong and ‘ 1 Saundy ’ ’ immediately climbed a high horse which overtowered any owned by the profs. Besides civil work Wesley has learned all about automobiles, and considerable about the maids in these four years. But two memorandum books filled with addresses of the latter failed to yield sufficient evidence for indictment. Hence we believe he is now perfectly able to l,ook out for himself. 204 Herbert Alvin Sheldon Born December 24,1886, Hancock, N. H. Prep. Milford High School, ’06 ‘ ‘ Herby ’ ’ is one of those chaps to whom physical exertion is impossible. We might add that there are a lot more who, by their actions, one would judge, were in the same class. This lack is made up, in fact rather exceeded, by his diligence in bossing, or at least in attempting to boss. In Mechanics Lab one can always see Sheldon perched on some point of vantage and attempting to inspire, through his stentorian tones, his perspiring comrades. Strange as it may seem, these same real workers do not appear to appreciate the efforts of the invalid, and ofttimes smothered exclamations of some¬ thing besides delight may be heard. If you want to know anything about farm¬ ing, or steam (!), or Don Wheeler’s reckless auto driving, ask Sheldon, for he was raised a farmer, and once thought he would die of the last. The less said about the mid¬ dle one, the better. Paul Emery Twiss Mechanic Born East Jaffrey, N. H., April 7, 1888 Prep. Lowell High School Very little is known about the earlier school days of this fellow, but judging by what we have heard about the ‘Gazette,” etc., at Lowell High, we think a very inter¬ esting tale could be told. Although cut out for a journalist, some great change moved him to come to Tech. He did not make a mistake in doing so, for he has consistently proved that he is one of the leading ‘ ‘ Me¬ chanics. ” His name was with Ked’s” and Glrise’s on the Honor List, whenever they had company. Plugging” is a thing he rarely indulged in, but rough-housing” after every one else in the house had gone to bed was his greatest enjoyment. Many attempts to find a nick-name for him failed. His initials looked good for one, but as he did not seem to be the pet” of anyone in particular this would not stick. Steam turbines are to be his specialty, and we all know that success is assured him. 205 James George Venn Electric Born May 21, 1885, Detroit, Mich. Prep. Detroit High School Three years at M. I. T. Scholar, linguist and cloak-model. ‘ ‘ Jim¬ mie ” stepped into the light of our burg rather late; but he was neat, so he was accepted. It took but a couple of days to spot him as a theorist that has to be shown, and he began early to develop argumenta¬ tive symptoms, which lasted him through several volumes of electricity and theory. He can do more work than any other man in the bunch without sweating a hair or getting a spot on his jeans. Story-telling is where he shines—he has old An. skun a mile, but his exhibitions take place only when the moon is right and the crowd easily wheedled. Jimmie believes in working when circum¬ stances invite him to. Thoroughness is his watchword, and he positively refuses to throw the tools the moment the whistle blows. He takes great delight in the bill¬ boards and footlights; he and “Billo” hold the record for doing three moving- picture shows and the Franklin in one evening. Harold Everett Waring P r A. Mechanic Born April 9, 1889, Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Prep. Lowell High School, ’06 Football, ’06, ’07, ’08, ’09 (Capt.) Pres. W.P.I. A. A., ’09; Pres. M. E. Society Freshman, Sophomore Football Director A. A. (four years) Primarily ‘ ‘ Chub ” is an athlete, and then, though quite a minor matter, he is an embryo engineer. We say embryo, for as yet he has shown none of those character¬ istics which differentiate the engineer from the ordinary mortal save that one, which is really quite an important one, namely, the putting up of a bold front. At this he is indeed a past master, and with all save Punk, it seems to have had the desired effect. He is good-natured to a fault, and is ever willing to enter enthusiastically into any project, no matter how w ' ild. Then, too, he always knows what he wants, and usually succeeds in its accession. According to John he is a great steel expert, and as John is an excellent judge we feel safe in stating this as an assured fact. From personal observation yve know that he never allows anyone to get ahead of him in this line, and in the junior summer practice this very zeal made him rather difficult to follow ' . Finally w r e may say that he is very en¬ thusiastic in his own particular lines, and if he only chooses one of these he w ' ill have gone a long way tovrard success. 206 Wallis Cowl Watson TB n,2 2, A TQ. Electric Born July 28.1887, Spencer, Mass. Prep. David Prouty High School ' 06 Class Secretary, ’07 (1) (2) ; ’08 (1) (2) Sedate and slow, Doc Watson follows his untroubled way through Tech and life nine times right to once wrong, and more¬ over with the peculiar propensity for cor¬ recting that one wrong. He has always been at the top of the class, and could after all stay nowhere else; but strange to say his one great worry in his senior year was an E in masonry for one month. For two years Doc served the class as secretary. He is too slow and portly to be athletic, but he more than makes up for this in his evanescent scintillation in social circles. Like all other true Tech men, he is fond of the ladies when he has time so to be, and of all these his favorites are the tele¬ phone exchange girls. But if the truth be known there is, after all, one and only one little girl way back in Spencer who rejoices as June draws near; all of which is as it should be. William John Rabb Weir 4 r J. Civil Born September 15, 1887, Worcester, Mass. Prep. Worcester South High School, ' 06 Class President, Freshman (1) (2) Manager Baseball Team, ’09; Director A. A., Junior Year; A. A. Nominating Committee (three years) Back at South High, Bill was well liked, but the Faculty heaved a sigh of relief when he finally left. He re he immediately started out by annexing the class leader¬ ship—Tech isn’t “co-ed” either—and brought us safely out of that state of chaos when everybody knew nobody. Bill . also came with a baseball reputation, but the stones on Alumni Field were too much for him, so after a few spells he decided that he would much rather manage the team. He is a marked man in one of Boston’s famous restaurants, having ap¬ peared there with wearing apparel not usually seen in such places. They didn’t get him that time, but he has been afraid ever since. Bill’s real claim to greatness is that he was one of the pioneer pompa¬ dour men—that first one was an artistic crime. His strong point is w r ith the op¬ posite sex—he looks so fatherly and harm¬ less. His face is his social barometer, for he shaves only when he has to. He was the first to introduce a bona-fide coach for the baseball team, and the resulting season testified to his judgment in doing so. 207 Lawrence Goddard Wesson w S. Chemist Born July 17,1888, Worcester, Mass. Grad. English High School, ’06 It was always a subject for debate whether Lawrence was a Chemist or a General Science man, until his junior year, when he ceased his deviations, and decided to be a straight Chemist. This proved to be a great relief to the Civils, for he took calculus with them, and the pace he set was certainly terrific. Lawrence early de¬ veloped physical chemistry propensities, and he was more than prepared for Punk when his senior year arrived. He kept after the “fessor” so hard with his ever ready questions that the latter finally excused himself and made him his assistant. Next year he will probably be Wesson’s assistant. Lawrence is Kinnie’s ideal of a Chemist, and he ever held him up as a shining light to his laggards. He usually spends his summers recuperating from his studies, and he considers his B. S. only the begin¬ ning of the alphabet which he intends to have follow his name. It is going to be a heavy load to bear, and Lawrence has never been accustomed to loads. Donald Brigham Wheeler Mechanic Born July 27,1888, Newtonville, Mass. Prep. Newton High School (2 years! Brookline High School (1 year) In his early career at Tech, D. B. was considered rather a joke, and even now he is not half appreciated. Quiet, even morose, he does not cry his wares, as do many. No one else has seen fit to blow his horn, and Wheeler has just been content to lie back, do his work always with the feeling that in the end it would pay, and that he would win in the home stretch. The only time when he really appears in his true form is on the trips. Then he is right in his element, and the questions he asks are a revelation of ingenuity; they impress all his hearers with wonder ‘ that one small head could carry all he knew. ’ ’ Wheeler can blow an automobile horn, as any one who has ever ridden with h i m knows. There is some class to him as a driver, and speed laws do not bother him much, but he has pretty good luck in keep¬ ing out of the clutches of the cops. 208 Stanley Denison White Chemist Born Chicopee, Mass. Grad. Chicopee High School ‘ ‘ Stanford ’ ’ White early achieved a repu¬ tation as monologue artist. In mechanical drawing he is said to have learned exper¬ imentally that thumb-tacks have collateral uses and most men prefer to ink-in their own drawings. Two years ago he removed to the Windy City, where he is chemical expert for a large paint concern, but ‘ Evelyn ’ ’ still continued to live in Springfield, hence the hasty exit from physics (with a suit¬ case) on Friday afternoon and the tardy return on Monday while we were juniors. Stanford’s great opportunity to distin¬ guish himself came in baseball, when, with two men down and the bases full, he threw home—over Sullivan’s barn. (His class¬ mates promptly fell on his neck.) In addition to his famous soliloquies, White loves to sing and whi stle what he alleges are popular songs around the labs, and has started a young riot that way more than once. “Stanford’s bull” is a famous beast, noted for his prowess in destroying glassware. White says he sold the bull be¬ cause he cost too much in the way of lab deposits. George Richard Wholean I A E. Mechanic Born April 6, 1888, Westfield, Mass. Prep. Westfield High School Class Basketball, ’06-’07. ’07-’08 Varsity Basketball, ’06-’07, ’07-’08 President Musical Association; Junior Prom Committee It has been rumored that one week, once, Hap put in all his time on the Hill. Upon careful investigation it proved that as he sat on the end of the row his absence w’as not noticed. It is hard to deprive him of this record, but it must be done. His life at Tech has been one of sleep (in the morning) and good luck. As a novelty he has been known to put a little time on his work. Just before exams he is always sure that he is going to get “screwed” out, but afterwards when he “lucks through” with no conditions, he is sure that he did not deserve any, because he spent one hour on his work before each exam. His early life is enveloped in obscurity, but from his present proficiency in the art of cow-calling, he must have spent many of his childhood hours among the lowing herd. This childhood practice has come very handy at Tech, for it has given him prestige as a singer, not only among his fellows, but also among the fair sex. It may have had something to do with the catching of “the one.” We congratulate him on his luck, but we wish that he would learn to come back to life quicker, especially when the bell rings. 209 Albert Lewis Worthen P r A. Civil Born July 14,1887, Bridgeport, Conn. Prep. Bridgeport High School Manager Basketball Team, ’09-’10 Chairman Junior Prom Committee Freshman Football Team ‘ ‘ Who’s that little cuss over there making such a squeak ? ’ ’ asked ‘ ‘ Chic ’ ’ Tilden on our first day in shop, and therewith it be¬ came ‘ ‘ Squeak. ’ ’ As an example of Bridge¬ port ’s smart set thoroughly imbued with all those accomplishments in high finance and high fife so eagerly sought in that imitation New York town, Louie made “some” hit in staid old Worcester. Of course he was small, but oh, such a noise! Always he would be heard if not seen. During the camera riot he made his big “splash” in Salisbury Pond with slight consolation in the fact that he took along a worthy member of ’ll for company. Al¬ though this sadly disarrayed his attire, he lost no time donning his new cuffs, collar and daily clean shirt, lest he might meet one of his numerous lady friends. Since then dyspepsia, gout and other troubles in¬ cident to a strenuous life have periodically sobered Albert until now he can almost act sensibly for brief periods. Provided his career is not tragically closed within the next five years, he will then be a good risk for Lloyds’. Otto Joseph Zwiebel Electric Born February 3, 1887, Waterbury, Conn. Prep. Crosby High School This “onion” thought that he was up against a bunco game when the barbers of Worcester asked him a quarter for a shave. He was first evident in algebra, then his sidelights began to glow till he could keep the last three rows of any gathering in a constant state of convulsion. It beats all how this fellow and that senior Chemist of equally euphonious name have stuck together and have developed a faculty for burning their gas under a bushel and assuring the fellows that ‘ ‘ Tech’s a cinch. ’ ’ “Zwieb” is a follower of Weston, and says that Worcester streets are good enough to practice on if the firmament is keyed up correctly, and one has a good com¬ panion. They never let the boy out alone unless he is accompanied by a Chemist. He is going over to Schenectady for a little visit, and we surmise that he has a design job up his sleeve. 210 Otto Hermann Eschholz Electric Bora Holyoke, Mass., Feb. 26, 1889 Prep. Springfield Technical High School, ’07 “Make an impression .’’ You’d think him actually nervous if you didn’t know him. His greatest attainment was the construction of a mirrorless kaleidoscope built of Tech News, Orchestra, and Wireless mixed up with a fragmental dope to give the whole a mirage-like setting. “Dutch” introduced the ten-dollar song; he said that he thought that he could furnish two of the same size and exactly as good, at five dollars each. Technical High to B. S. in three years calls for pads on the elbows. The old set¬ tlers of the flume town tell us that between the ages of two and three weeks ‘ ‘ Schlitz ’ ’ developed a near-genius bump which nearly doubled his weight, though there is no rec¬ ord that he was ever given anything for it. His development was amphibious and he stuck to the water-wagon. 211 Jn Jflemortam RAYMOND BEMIS POTTER DIED February 15, 1908 1 3fn Jfflemortam NORMAN G. CHAMBERLAIN DIED July 25, 1909 213 FRESH FRESHER FRESHEST FIESIMil r ouch not the pipe or need £ xclude, yourself from the Electrical Lab steps ' over your head with the regulation cap H ide all prep school letters and numerals 0 ut out all tou -flushing se the walks when crossing the campus § upport with spirit all Tech institutions I urn down your trousers Q bey these rules minutely 1 1 ake yoursell as scarce as |� ossibIe § alute all professors when you meet them. And, you little, insignificant class - remember to honor and respect your superiors, the great and glorious elass of 1910 214 Knocks The Round-trip Ticket Like a ship out at sea, we lazily rolled, In the sweetest of air, nor hot nor cold; In most perfect conditions, I and my guide, With our tickets to Heaven, started the ride. ’Twas MacGregory’s pull that won the trip, Up to Heaven and back, without a slip; And how infinite sweet we sailed along, Past the guards at the gate and through the throng. But how strange my mum guide had changed of late; His once smiling, meek eyes and shining pate Took on lobster dike hues and horns broke through; And my weirdest of thoughts had now come true. Now inside of the gate, the charm was gone, The soft light was now past; drear night came on. “Pray, what manner of Heav’n is this, out here? Not much better than Tech, I greatly fear.” You’re mistaken, my friend,” he answered me, ‘ ‘ See the ticket, it reads, so plain to see— ‘To th’ Alumni Association, one ride, To the world next to come, where torture’s applied.’ “Yon pale-faced, meek man, a quitter he, For the banquets and games, ne’er gave his fee. Now he wanders about, forever and aye, For his food in the night and games all day. ‘ ‘ And he never succeeds, though games there be. At the edge of this pit, we here can see A continuous game; the kickers’ nine, Fight forever those imps down there of mine. “See! red-hot is the ball, the diamond, too; Nearly dead are the players, ’tween me and you, But tired as they are, they cannot stop, Though burned to the bone and ’bout to drop. 215 11 And there, yonder, the rope supports a prof, His small task is to climb from brimstone aloft; When he clutches the edge, the rope is sawed, And he falls to the land of the brimstone lord. ‘ ‘ And so he continues eternally. And ’tis all on account of a final E, After once giving a man for monthly marks, A grade passing fair. Thus end his larks. “Look, there, mounting the hill, here comes a prize; He is rolling a stone of twice his size; He is nearing the top, where rest awaits. From the ground, springs a post that stops all gates. “He balances there, then rolls back down, To begin once again his weary round. In the days of the past, his custom then, To spring his exams to catch the men. “That jumping-jack prof, with arms tied tight Exercises his legs and back all right, But his arms are as weak as cambric tea. Then each day are untied his arms for me. 1 ‘ We put him in the boiling brimstone vat; We give him a rope and tell him that, He had taught in one way, examin ’d in other; He can climb with his legs, or sink and smother. This professor down there, on the red-hot slab, Used to sneak up behind and try to nab A man who was cribbing at exams; And now he must dance to pay for his shams. 216 ‘‘From behind those ten posts, ten imps with forks, Try to keep him a-going with prods and rocks, Attacking in back, as once he did, In continuous blows, but ever hid. ‘ ‘ The scab and the grind are treated last, They sit on that slate and figure fast. The slate ever moves on toward the pit, And is covered with problems hard to hit. y “Now, to stay above board, those grinds must work All the problems that come, and never shirk; A minute behind is a minute lost, And that one little minute, their end might cost. “But come along down, there’s an empty place, And you’re just the man to fit the case; Too much of hot air,’’ “Wake up! You dream! It’s quarter of eight, and you’re due for steam.” 217 The Aftermath Wonders Why the Civils pay for thesis tracing-cloth, while Mechanics order carloads of lumber and fixtures charged? Why “Pete” Ruggles never got “screwed”? Wh y the Chemists love Beilstein? Who got a $10 hat after the Chaffins Annex fire? What Dantsizen does when not grinding? What “Hap ” Wholean does when not loafing? What Kelley does when not sleeping? What Zwiebel does when not fussing? Whether Calhane is taking thesis under Corbin? Why two “cons” make the Civils and Electrics walk the plank, while Mechanics occupy first cabin with three? Why Senior Civils leave (for) home? Why they have an elevator shaft in Boynton Hall? Why they don’t try water in Boynton Hall’s ground floor? Why Beilstein didn’t take up detective work for a living? If there is anyone who isn’t wise to Chet? Who steals from the Chem. Club? How long Fitz, Jacobs and Greenough will inflict us with those pu¬ trescent puns? Where the Class Secretary’s records are? Answer: With Dr. Cook’s. Why R. E. doesn’t do all the Civil Department work? Whether the Chemists will leave anything valuable in Salisbury Lab. ? Who abolished basketball, and how? Why Senior Civils spend two hours a week in water supply? Whether its best cracks were as witty as Jinny’s criticisms on the sad parts? Wish we dared print them. Who stole the chicken? Why Kinnie doesn’t introduce his specialties at home? If the graduating exercises couldn’t be improved? Whether “Ken” and Hewes ever comb their hair? If King Downe ever shows up in anything but his best clothes? If there is anyone who has not heard one of Gilman’s auto yarns? 218 A transmigration theorist visited Tech and found there the souls of many great ancients: Present Past Worthen—Voltaire, James Ilazen Hyde. Martin—Isaac Newton. Pease—George Washington, Joe Addison, Aristides. Lyons—Baron Munchausen. Corbin—Ananias. Cummings—Robert Burns, Falstaff, Poe, Cyrano. Prof. A. W. French—Nero. Patsy Cronan—George III, Bonehead Barry. Bettes—Cleopatra. Dantsizen—Benedict Arnold. Stanford White—Don Quixote. Coombs—Joe Cannon. Fitz—Insurgent, Mayor Fitzgerald. Atherton—Lyman Abbott, Chaucer, Tennyson. Nel Chase—Ancient Mariner, Shylock. H. C. Ives—Marat. Civils—Charlotte Corday. Nichols—Henry VIII. Greenough—Launcelot Gobbo, Nast. Downe—Charles II, Edw r ard VII. Clement—Martin Luther. Allen—Jim Jeffries. Nookie—Abdul Hamid, Jack Johnson. Twomey—Mark Hanna, Robinson Crusoe, General Gates. Hamilton—Friday. Dolliver—Blue Beard. Hedlund—Patrick Henry. Kennedy—Capt. Kidd, Ben Tillman, “Rube Waddell.” MacGregory—John Paul Jones. W. P. Green—“Teddy” R., Lewis and Clark. Forbes—Willy Westinghouse Edison Smith. Fitzpatrick—Dr. Jekyll and MR. HYDE. AVeir—Richard Wagner, Gibson, Dr. Johnson. Foley—Boswell. Leary—Hans Wagner, Frederick Remington. Robbins—Daniel Webster. Porter—“Rare” Ben Jonson. Morden—Beau Briunmel. Hewes—Jules Verne, Lord Byron. 219 Personal Column Edited by Mrs. Grundy Bob Gifford is off for Siberia. Will he make a hit there? Leave it to him. They say Watson acted something awful on that Electric trip. Yes, Jackson went with him, too. Bad influence! “We don’t care what we do when we are out with the boys.” Wheeler came to a compound engine test the other day wdthout a white collar. He never did that before. “Chub” Waring is quite a shark in shop management. “There’s a reason. ’ ’ Ask King. Yes, Bob Gifford got dropped once, but he was so earnest and looked so forlorn that Piggy pulled him back in again. Jackson was engaged his junior year. He’s been faithful, too. Noth¬ ing doing since. Mr. Fish has bought two new rubber collars. O’Donnell does have more than one shirt, but that lavender one was so prominent it looked permanent. Kelley turned down a bid for - 5 the other day. He said he didn’t like the company. 220 Theory vs. Catalogue hours “Punk” “A real engineer” Wesson Eleven-lap cinder track Tennis court E. E. No. 13 Least squares Object of experiment $125 a month to grads. Mother’s idea of Tech “Olie” Design Mr. R. E. Spaulding, S.B., Instructor. Draughting Prohibition Practice Student hours “Charlie” “Any darn fool” Lyons Clinkers Clay, sand, loam and grass E. E. No. 20 P. lab. Results $40 a month to grads. Father’s idea of Tech “ Jonnie” Copy J. B. L.’s drawing Asst. Prof. R. E. Spaulding, C.E. Smoking Worcester Sheldon (in Poly-sci) : Benedict Arnold was impeached by Congress. Steam exam. All waiting but “Bob” Gifford, Downe and B. A. Read, w T ho come in together. Gifford: What are you here for? Voice: For instance. Morden (very loud) : Where’s Read? B. A.: Present! 221 Recent Mechanical Inventions and Discoveries Downe: Belt shipper, worked by common sense. Patented. Piggy: A new source of energy—“Gee up”—open to public. Wholean: A quarter circle containing 15°. Bishop has discovered a new property called the “modulus of elec¬ tricity. ’ ’ Hooper: Then W}=0, if W is acting up and down, too. Fish: So, if I put my finger on an anvil and the anvil pushes up with the same force with which I pound my finger with a hammer, then I don’t feel it. Is that the idea? Fish: Mr. Brooks, do you know what an arbor is? Brooks: Sure, it’s a dog, isn’t it? Moore: The watt is activity of a joule per second, isn’t it? Fish: Well—it’s beyond me to doubt your statement in the least. Fish: Then you could use a rope with a ton weight on it for a cane ? Lyons: You could if you starched it. Piggy (when recitation bells did not ring) : We are going to have those bells run by steam; not by electricity. Have good service then. Bettes is at the board, figuring out a mechanics problem, dreamily writes “dz.” Fish: What’s that stand for—your state of mind? As Collier’s Would Have It Professor Coombs (at 1909 mass meeting) : I wish to put myself on record as opposed to basketball. Professor Coombs (at basketball meeting, ’09) : I will concur in whatever the Association votes. (The Association voted to continue basketball.) Professor Coombs (suggestion to Directors A. A., 1910) : Let each class vote by the Australian ballot on the question of abolishing basketball to get a fair vote. (By over 100 votes the school voted to retain basketball.) Professor Coombs (basketball meeting, 1910) : If the Athletic Asso¬ ciation does not abolish basketball, the Faculty will. The meeting, by two votes (46 voting), abolished basketball. Pro¬ fessor Coombs accepted this vote. Fifty votes constitute a quorum. Com¬ ment is unnecessary. 222 Plays of the Season Produced by Edmund Engler, Coombs and Conant, at Boynton Theatre “The Servant in the House,” Clement starring in the Book and Supply. “The Liars,” Chet. Corbin, ably supported by the Chemists. Tollies of 1909,” Scenes Civil Union. Least Squares. Physics Lab. No License in Worcester. Kennedy, comedian, with company of seventy-five 1910 men. “The Barrier,” Framed structures and others. Professor French starring, ably supported. “The Devil,” “The Devil’s Deputy,” “The Spoilers,” “The Highwayman,” “The Fair Co-ed,” “The Soul Kiss,” “The Lights o’ London,” “The Little Corporal,” “The Third Degree,” “Paid in Full,” “The Thief,” “The School for Scandal,” “As You Like It,” “A Night Off,” “The Time, the Place, and the Girl, “Sham,” “The Midnight Suns,” “What Every Woman Knows,” “The Road to Yesterday,” “Coming Thro’ the Rye,” “The Noble Spaniard,” “The Traveling Salesman,” Faculty—H. C. starring. Instructors. J Worthen and Junior “Prom.” j Worthen and basketball. Bill Hedlund, Chase. Miss Valva. Nichols, with chorus of one hundred. “R. F.” and “The King.” MacGregory. Exams. Marks. He who doesn’t pay his athletic dues. Whit Porter and Chick Tilden starring, with company of Mechanics. A lunch-cart handout. An Electric at the show. [A Civil studying. 8 p.m., Harrington Corner, (?) Praising “Tech” at home. Cummings and King. Why we don’t study nights. E’s and F’s. Freshmen, “1914.” Etienne Totti. “Doc” Hooper. 223 Some Class to— McCaffrey’s repartee. Nichols’ kites. Fitzpatrick’s jokes. O’Donnell’s shirts. Brooks’ sox. Dickie’s dome. Red Cummings’ hair. Chub Waring’s bluffing. F. W. Green’s ambitions. Bob Gifford’s acting. (Oh, you handkerchief!) Kennedy’s toilet. Marat: What kind of mortar do they use? Fitz: 1-3. Marat: Yes—en—1—3—5. Division Civils Chemists General Science Mechanics Electrics Characteristic Fresh Happy Theoretical Not cleanly Grinders Leading Exponent Nichols Kennedy Wesson Gris6 Watson Ding-toe, to Leary: You sit there grinning like a Cheshire cat. Pet Preludes of Famous Men Fitzpatrick: I don’t think I quite understood the question. Hedlund: Well, you see, it’s this way. Lyons: I never remembered a formula in my life, and I never expect to. P. Green: I want ter ask you— Say, when I was out in the Northwest— Brooks: H-n-o-r-a. Lancaster: The author seems to think— Last year we had a prob¬ lem like the one on line twenty of today’s lesson and—(but Dick swears he sometimes doesn’t see the printed page in exams). Pat Cronan: Er—let’s see (long pause). 224 King: Ila, ha! (cackle). King Downe: (Silence.) Morden: Out in God’s country. Green, P. W.: ? R. F. Gifford: Check! Prof. French: Once, when I was on a job of that sort I- Announcement found on the board in No. 19 Boynton, the morning of the poly-sci exam: The unexpected demand for seats having exhausted the capacity of this Hall An Over-Flow Meeting for Divs. D and E, and for near-Juniors will be held in the Chapel. The same entertainment in quantity and quality will be furnished in both Halls. Mr. Fish: Ever find that a boat is going faster than you figured? Why is it? Green, F. W.: A fish must have pushed it along. Mr. Fish: If you like mechanics, Gilman, why don’t you go around with it more and get acquainted? Kinematic Notes Ding-toe remarks to Hewes: It is all right to be odd naturally, but don’t try to be odd or you will get eccentric and be called a crank. Marat: Yes—er—of course—er there’s—er some land wasted at the corners of the circle. 225 Independent and Improved Order of the Knights of the Table Round Knights Earl Willoughby Buckingham, B. U. M., Knight of the Big Stick. Lord Nelson Chase, Knight of the Sacred Lyre. Paul S. Kennedy, Knight of the Blue Label. Herbert K. Cummings, Knight of Malt (a). William C. Greenough, Knight of the Water Wagon. Felix Randall, G. I. N., Knight of the Garter. John Warren, Knight of the Other Garter. W. A. Sx unders, Knight of the Chips. K. H. Nahikian, Prescription Clerk and Wood B. Knight. This organization is a senior society instituted to encourage scientific research along original lines, and to develop the latent capacity of 1910’s social, gastronomical and literary geniuses. In furtherance of its scientific object the society has published reports on the following: 1. Study of the variations of CO in the atmosphere (at different altitudes) in Worcester County. 2. Re-determination of the height of Mount Wachusett (correcting the government figures). As for the other object mentioned it is enough to record that the national organizations of I TAPP A KEG and h have invited the Knights to participate in their joint convention held in Worcester for the first time in a term of years. 226 Proscription List These words and expressions have either been overworked or cruelty abused. In the interests of the English language we insist that these abuses be corrected. Words on this list should be laid off for at least a year. Special treatments are prescribed where thought necessary: Offender John Mangold W. P. I. students J. W. McCaffrey L. P. Kinnicutt B. A. Read E. A. Engler A. W. French Conant Marat Duff Fairfield Ewell Haynes Coombs Twomey Lyons Hedlund Discuss.—Owner should stop using words. Screwed.—A strong, useful word, but too mangy to appear in public. That’s right. Something you ought to know, general informa¬ tion. Last lecture. Nothing complicated about that—whether or no— Come, class. Something must be done; start something. That doesn’t amount to a picayune. Any fool can build a - but an engineer. Cracker jack, darn. A horse-chestnut is not a chestnut horse. Naow, way off over up in there. Very little difficulty; well, we’ll go on. We hope the men will be there. Schusme; s’posin my watch. Perpetrate; alleged. The whole stock. Life sentence advised. What did you get for marks? Who trow dat las’ ball. I’ll bet you five dollars. Ding-toe (to Fitz and Leary, raising Cain in corner) : You men who are running the side show may be quiet or go outside. Nichols: Let’s go out. Ding-toe: Will the man who said that go out at once. Who is it? (No answer.) Huh, well, I guess I called your bluff. Jinny: What is the objection to direct legislation? Atherton: Why, it does away with the conscious advantages of inertia. Jinny : Er—possibly. 227 Fish: What are you kicking about, Mr. Hewes? Hewes: There’s no reason in it. Nothing exists without reason. Fish: Yet I notice that this division continues to come up every day. Rhodes: The quantity £ (d -f (5 ' ) is to be got from the water. Ives: I will refer the whole matter to ’Fessor French; he knows noth¬ ing about it. Lancaster: In today’s lesson, I can’t understand what those quadri¬ lateral triangle is. ’Fessor (describing a new type of level) : This instrument had legs about three times as large as (smiles from class)—as—legs about three times as large as—er—er (continued smiles)—as those of an ordinary transit. (Disappointment reigns.) Ives (March 26) : A mean sidereal day is the lapse of time between two passages of a meridian over a star. Fish: Lancaster, will you step to the board? Dick: I don’t believe I can do it. Fish: When you’re playing baseball, and it’s your turn at the bat, do you say, “I don’t believe I can solve the equation of his curve,” and stay on the bench? Ives: ’Fessor French thinks I am pretty “caddy.” Bird: If the acceleration is 30 miles per hour per minute, what will be the speed at the end of 30 seconds? Bettes (slightly confused) : One half. Bird: If a man walks two miles an hour for four hours, how far does he walk? One half? Bettes (hopelessly confused) : Four miles. Bird: How many seconds in two minutes? Brooks (after profound thought) : Four. But never mind Bird’s “How much farther can two men see than one ?’ ’ Prof. French: We will use a 3£ x 3£ angle-iron. Lyons: Which leg will we rivet? Dolliver’s lab. report: Friction of oils. Records friction in parts of an inch. 228 Exclusive information that Marat had a haircut on June 5, 1907, July 11, 1908, Sept. 23, 1908, and March 7, 1910. Order of Freaks Most High Freak, Walter P. Green. Thirty-third Degree Freak, Herbert K. Cummings. Thirty-second Degree Freak, F. Leland Hewes. Thirty-first Degree Freak, Edward L. Nichols. Ordinary Brothers All Chemists, Patsy not excepted. Matte, McCaffrey, Brooks, Green- ough, Lyons, Poutier, Peters, Russell, Waring, Zwiebel. Eligible: All 1910 men of any standing, except Pease—a gentleman. A. L. Smith (speaking of threads on a taper) : I used to chase them on beer faucets when I was younger. Fish, in class one day, offers the suggestion that the Aftermath editors go down to the Antiquarian Library and get a lot of old Ladies’ Home Journal jokes to help out the Aftermath copy. Gifford speaks up: “The Faculty wouldn’t let them by.” The senior Mechanics have some great heads in their midst! Green, for instance, after a vivid description of a machine member, which he refers to as “a banana-shaped lever,” begins to tell about left-hand side of the right-hand side of a monkey-wrench. That fellow Leamy is quite a kidder, too. Piggy asks him what the • acceleration down on x would be if the acceleration up on y were G, and Charles says, “Gee whiz, I guess.” One day Fish had a string of calc about a yard long on the board, and asked Whit. Porter what was needed under that expression to make it correct. Whit, answers, “Q. E. D.” One of the instructors, speaking of simplified spelling, was telling of a letter which ended thusly: “Your dear YF.” Gifford speaks up: That looks like a formula. Instructor: You’ll think it is when you get one. 229 Fish Pond Little Sheldon Herrick Armour Ruggles Kennedy Big Saunders Hewes Atherton Reamy King Professor French (in his reminiscences) : When I was studying Ger¬ man I used to guess at the gender of the nouns on the principle that there were only two chances, and I was sure to be right half the time. It only took fifty per cent, to pass the subject. Class laughs appreciatively. Note.— Professor French once told us personally that he liked some¬ times to tell the class a lot of guff, and see how much they would swallow. Perhaps that was why he forgot the neuter gender; or maybe he was think¬ ing of French. MacGregory (solemnly) : All my life I’ve been working to make -A, and now— We had just written this when— Red Cummings, to the Board: Have you heard that story about Noah ? Board (expectantly) : No; what is it? “Red”: Oh, I’ve forgotten now! Marconigram, via Jacob’s wireless: Delayed by unfavorable weather. Will reach port later. Signed: Foley, Lancaster, Porter, Thompson, Carrico, Warren, Crawshaw, Ford, Brigham, Peterson, Tabb, Moore, Camp¬ bell. “Coneygrams 1 ’ Coney (in Analyt.) : Greenough, get up and preach. Coney: Robbins, why did you assent so readily to what I did when you saw that it was wrong? Robbins: I supposed you knew. Coney: Yes, yes, lots of people are led astray by something pretty. Coney: When the function passes through zero it will come out without its clothes being wet, or its umbrella wrong side out, and will look more as if it came from a church social than from a class banquet. May be further delayed. 280 While in our sophomore year, Coombs was engaged in inscribing some modern hieroglyphics upon the board, when he confidentially told us that he had recently got himself a typewriter, and only regretted that he could not use it at the board. Of course we all sympathized with him, but Ran¬ dall was heard to remark that he (Coombs) didn’t mention whether it had legs or wheels, or what sex it was. Danny: Kilbourn, where does sulphur occur ? Sammy: Er—on the heads of matches. Kilbourn (who had slipped up on an algebra demonstration) : I forgot the missin’ link. Punk: Now it’s to-o-o bad, things of such fu-n-damental impo-rtance. Greenough, after having broken flask in qualitative analysis, goes to stock-room and gets new one, comes back, and then assuming one of his favorite “barnstorming” attitudes, hurls it to destruction in the waste can, after which he wakes up and ruefully examines the old broken flask which he has left on his desk. Coney: Carrico, they tell about a person being half-baked ; now your idea of this subject isn’t one-quarter baked. A learned English professor was once heard to define before an august body of 1910 Electrics and Mechanics, a hydrometer as “an instrument to measure the moisture of the air with.” KenneDy JacksOn NiChols FiTzpatrick R, E. GiffOrd LeaRy Corbin POrter FOley HerrieK RuSsell 231 Lyons: Well, p——x—y—z—f—t— Marat: (Appears about ten feet away, blushing). Lyons: Say, you ought to wear a bell! Did you ever get an A you were ashamed of? These men did in Graphic Status, third term, junior year: F. S. Twomey A. L. Worthen W. J. R. Weir L. S. Hooper E. L. Nichols Shame on them! R. C. Lancaster S. M. Poutier W. A. Saunders J. F. Thompson Lyons (modestly avoiding Ding-toe’s compliments): I’m no hoist¬ ing engineer—at least I don’t pretend to be. Fitzpatrick: Two hundred feet to the inch is the usual scale for such a map. Prof.: And the minimum ? Fitz.: One hundred feet to the inch. Philosophy Geo. Martin (of Marat) : That noble head, if it did go down, would carry the sunshine into the sea. T. R. Lyons: Ten hours in a draughting-room is worse than twenty hours in H—! We’re bluffing, the - are bluffing, everybody is bluffing. “Jinny” (in business law) : A, an infant, buys a diamond ring of B and gives it to X. A cannot get the ring back, repudiates his contract from B. How about that? We should like to know X. Gold GReen (not P.) Frltch CroNan Dantsizen RobbinS Bloated Aristocrats C. W. Morden King Downe Hamilton Ruggles Lancaster Twomey Weir Worthen Old Sleuth on the Trail A freshman brings an armful of wet glassware back to the stock- room and leaves a row of drops on the floor all the way from the fresh¬ man laboratory. Enter Old Sleuth, who suspects that Arthur has spilled acid on the floor. Arthur and the other stockroom boy deny any knowl¬ edge of the marks, but that was to be expected; so Mr. 0 ’Regan is called in. He looks at the trail and declines to express an, opinion. Then 0. S. gets busy. First he kneels down on the floor and examines the spots with a microscope. Then he calls for sodium carbonate, but there’s not acid enough to make it fizz. Various tests are applied, and then 0. S. bethinks himself of litmus paper. The first spot is slightly acid, the next is more so, but the third is not acid at all. Another is faintly alkaline, which is not encouraging. (Sophs, in qualitative, admire from a safe distance.) Just then the janitor appears and 0. S. starts to give him the third degree, when John recalls the freshman with the wet dishes, and the investigation is called off. Exit Old Sleuth in the direction of the Organic Lab. Professor Haynes: Dr. Cook was the colossal cribber of the age. MacGregory: S and S ' are got from tables. NEWTON HALL 233 OVERTIME PERMIT. PERMISSION IS HEREBY GRANTED TO Stanford D. White TO ’■SCAB’ ON April 1 1909 fr o m 3 a.m.To8 a.m. REASON ASSIGNED - Wor k b ehind-due -t o accide nts . 0056x NUMBE R_ S I G NCD «j i f ' y Ud%i 234 Letters Three Oh, Tech is grand,” he wrote his aunt— The aunt from whom the money came; ‘‘Enough of books and math I can’t Obtain; I’m on the road to fame. ‘‘Already calculus, Descartes, MacLaurin, Taylor and the rest Are intimates, of me a part. Oh, math is great—I like it best. ‘‘But math’s a part; I dote on all: There’s physics, electricity, Mechanics, too, that’s none too small. Oh, Tech is my felicity.” ‘ ‘ Dear Helen mine, ’ ’ he wrote his love, ‘ ‘ Too hard for me I fear is Tech, Too used to luxury, my dove; This place will leave my bones a wreck. ‘ ‘ So used I’ve been to your caress, In gentle life’s society, Well nurtured then, but now confess, Life’s requisites are far from me. ‘ ‘ No girl there is in miles around, No gentle soul, to -whom my woes To tell. Here clods alone abound. Alas to me the ebb-tide flows.” ‘ ‘ Dear Bill, to Tech you should have come, ’ The letter third, he scribbled fast; ‘‘A gay life this and all things hum, Slow pocky Weeburg’s bore is past. ‘ ‘ The streets down town are full of kites, And license’s coming soon, you know; Two dances every week delights When not at moving picture show. ‘ ‘ Sleigh rides, card parties and lots more, Come all the time. But on the Hill, To profs so wise we look. Then roar And laugh and live at freedom’s will.” Said the motor, beginning to balque, ‘‘You electrical things, take a w T alque; Most polished am I, And socially high, For my wonderful might in starting torque. ’ The Ginger Ale Case An Unsolved Mystery (From Stealthy Steve’s Diary) Monday. ORCESTER Chemical Club met tonight in Salisbury Laboratories. Crackers and cheese with ginger ale provided as refreshments. The crackers and cheese could not be found. Note.—Something strange about this; must follow it up. Tuesday. One case of ale was left over from last night and stored in the office of Doctor Ewell (president of the club). Started a tour of inspection after dinner, carrying an old force pump as an excuse. Industrial labs 0. K. Passing through the Pyro Lab, I noted the Vice-president of the Chemical Club telling sea-tales to two other Chemists, and in the next room I found three empty ginger-ale bottles standing beside an impro¬ vised cooler. Within this were three more bottles full of ale! I looked at the three men but they were still intent upon their story, so I made my way upstairs to find (as I had suspected) that the case lacked just six bottles. I hastened back to the Pyro Lab, where everything was as before, but the three men had vanished. Secreting myself behind the door, I awaited developments. Presently Nookie and another Chemist opened the door and I inquired what they wanted. They said something about looking for Doct or Calhane and hastened away, thus confirming my conclusions. I next reported the results of my work to department meeting and was advised to consult with Doctor Ewell. Meeting him a little later, I remarked that I knew who were responsible for the miss¬ ing refreshments. “Excuse me,” he replied, “but I found the crackers and cheese in my office this morning, where they had been delivered by mistake.” This surprised me somewhat, but I felt I had a sure thing, so I proposed that we visit his office and inspect the case of ale, which I knew had been robbed. There a further surprise awaited me—the case was full! The matter has been dropped at Doctor Ewell’s request, but I am not satisfied—I know the empty bottles came from there. Who re¬ placed them and how was it done? Wednesday. Found a bottle in the cooler labeled “Worcester Brewing Corp.,” and did not bother to find an owner. Somebody was careless. Query: Did they refill those empties with a chromate solution? 236 Quotations Scholars are frequently met with who are ignorant of nothing save their own ignorance.— “Red” King. The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.— Corbin. Ego hoc fegit.— Prof. A. W. French. The full vessel makes the least sound.— Martin. He never knew pain who never knew the pangs of love.— Weir. The greatest scholars are not the wisest men.— Eschholz. Talking is the disease of age.— Lyons. God bless the man who first invented sleep.— Kelley. This bold, bad man.— Pea Green. With smirk and smile his professors to beguile.— Twomey. I am not in the role of common men.— Venn. All’s well that ends well.-— Even Tech. As silent as the grave.— Poutier. Then it would talk; Lord, how it talked!— Robbins. Aye, every inch a King.— Prexy. He did nothing in particular and did it well.— Foley. The end must justify the means.— Civil Union. The world knows nothing yet of its greatest men.— White. Great endowments often manifest themselves in youth in the form of singularity and awkwardness.— Jacobs. Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me.— Leamy. He lay ten nights awake carving the fashion of a new doublet.— R. F. Gifford. Long, lanky, lean, lumberous, lazy.— Brigham. A comedy of errors.— Electric design. Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as ithers see us.— Harvey. Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.— Hydraulics. All that painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love.— Boynton Hall locker room. Such a little Venus—such a dem’d, enchanting, bewitching, engross¬ ing, captivating, little Venus.— Evelyn. Note on camp scene, page 138. Greenough explains that J T stands for little “tea.” No reflection on Delta Tau. Pease: Why do they paint magnets red ? Pea Green: Who’s got my spool? Say, teacher, he’s got my spool. 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