Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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year we have tried in vain to escape the snares with which he has so patiently attempted to entangle our feet. Starting with the Zeuner diagram he led us a merry chase around a circle, from which we emerged only to find our¬ selves deep in the mazes of the temperature—entropy charts. The journey has been painful and wearisome at times not only to us but to our guide as well. We did not take kindly to his adiabatic changes and often in the midst of some strange cycle of events awakened to find that he had been putting on the pressure and also that the indicator cards at the office showed that most of the events of our strokes came too late. The little side trips which we were forced monthly to take, much against our wills, would have been far pleasanter if it had been possible to have conducted these gruellings without the watchdog’s (Sammie’s) presence. However these events are all forgiven and overshadowed by the joyful event which occurred at his last exercise in Steam. Although Professor Read did not always succeed in making the subject under discussion interesting still he is to be given credit for his patience and conscientious endeavor. Just how lenient he has been we will never know. Furthermore we will never ask, but will leave our thanks and best wishes with him as we depart. Arthur W. Ewell, Ph.D., Professor of Physics Far and wide over the Hill the monosyllable “ Punk ” brings forth a smile; perhaps in some cases it is a grim, sickly smile, but it is a smile. Any time in the day one can see his graceful cosmos flitting around the Physical Labs or hear his harmonic, though scarcely harmonious, overtones as he conducts brilliant recitations. We might suggest that the interfer¬ ence of sound waves can hardly compare in complexity with the well remem¬ bered interference of his pedal extremities, which brought forth the inevit¬ able “ ’Schuseme.” Most any time he might appear with his neck heavily bandaged, indicating a cold, or with one foot concealed in a heavy overshoe, indicating another attack of “ ’Schuseme.” His greatest passions are the use of colored chalk and the radiation correction. Word for word like the textbook is the only correct recitation in his class, and more discussion is entered into over the wording of answers than of the correctness of the idea. Nevertheless, perhaps it goes with the Science, for Doctor Ewell is recognized as one of the foremost physicists in the country. Arthur D. Butterfield, M.S., A.M., Professor of Mathematics We had almost forgotten that Butterfield was a Prof. It seems too bad to think that he has got to come down to that menial work again some-

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M.M.E. He was made an Instructor in the Electrical Department of the Institute on its formation in 1896. He was promoted to Assistant Professor in 1901 and to Professor of Electrical Engineering in 1907. He is an Asso¬ ciate Member of the A. I. E. E. “ Uncle Joe ” is a very quiet unobtrusive sort of person, but like many quiet people there’s a twinkle in his eye. His still small voice is heard in many a quiz and lecture during the Junior year. The worst thing he has ever been heard to say is “ Red Label seats; no books or notes,” and even then he sometimes writes it on the board to get out of saying it. Neverthe¬ less he drilled us thoroughly in the fundamentals and gave us a good start in electrical subjects. During the past year, as Acting Head of the Elec¬ trical Department, he has had many a heart to heart talk with us individ¬ ually and has made a firm friend of one and all. Albert S. Richey, E.E., Professor of Electric Railway Engineering Professor Richey was born in Muncie, Ind., in 1874. He graduated from Purdue University in 1894, receiving the degree of E.E. He has held high positions with several Indiana railways, including the Citizen’s St. Ry. Co. of Muncie, Marion City Ry. Co., Union Traction Co. and Indianap¬ olis Northern Traction Co. In 1905 he was appointed Assistant Professor of Electric Railway Engineering at the Institute, being promoted in 1907 to full Professorship. He is a member of the A. I. E. E., Sigma Xi and Tau Beta Pi. For the past few years he has been consulting engineer for several Massachusetts Street Railway companies. Professor Richey has a reputation for being lazy, but only among those who do not know what a large amount of outside work he handles. He spends comparatively little time on the Hill. If he is called away suddenly he never forgets to leave one of the dozens of written quizzes which he has on tap to be served by some other member of the Department. No one was ever known to tell everything he was expected to in one of these exams. One could write a book on the subject and then be sure to have left out at least half the very important points. Nevertheless Prof. Richey’s course in Railways is one of the bright spots in the last year at the Institute. Carleton A. Read, S.B., Professor of Steam Engineering Prof. Read is a graduate of M. I. T., and for several years has had charge of the work in Steam Engineering at W. P. I. Since the first half of Junior 26

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time. We never had anything against him as a Prof however, in fact we doubt whether we ever had a better or more energetic one. The trouble is that his work of the past year has left such a good taste in our mouths that we fain would have it continue as his work indefinitely. Perhaps he has other ideas on the subject. If anyone had told us last spring that the sum of a hundred thousand dollars could be raised for a Gymnasium from the Alumni in one year we would have called that person a—well, we should have doubted the veracity of his statement. Ecce! Out goes Arthur D. and in come the big orange pledge slips with all kinds of fabulous sums attached thereto. Why he even came around to one of our class meetings, the Class of 1912, mind you, and said, “ Sign up.” You should have seen the way we fell over one another to get into that Alumni Association office in Boynton Hall. Every third fellow was in tears because he hadn’t come a day earlier. That’s the kind of irresistible fellow he is, and that’s why the Gym is a tangible proposition at this time. We struck Butterfield in Sophomore Calc and there surely was no funny business or bluffing in that subject. We developed some of our now evident timidity when we saw him “ arbitrarily select a point ” or enlarge the dimensions of an equals sign, while waiting for an answer, until it cov¬ ered nearly the whole blackboard. The way he could draw those long snake¬ like integral signs and solve problems amid showers of chalk dust was a caution to us to fight shy of “ pure ” Mathematics. The best part of that course was the little journey to the home of this gentleman, where we toasted marshmallows, devoured “ shrimp wiggle ” and laboriously told fit stories. Butterfield is surely a fine, manly man, and when he comes around for those cold samoleons one class, at least, is going to pass them over partly for the love of “ Alma Mater,” and partly because of the respect that we have for one of the finest men from one of the finest classes ever graduated from one of the finest schools in the land. Here’s to the prosperity of “ the man who broke the Brown line in ’93.” Howard Chapin Ives, C.E., Assistant Professor of Railroad Engineering “ Reddy’s ” request that there be some originality in this, his annual short biography, is a hard one to fulfill owing to the self evident lack of that form of vegetable in our Hero’s make-up. Far be it from us, however, to describe in glowing terms his broad, delicately tinted brow, surmounted by sinuous masses of roseate glory! We repeat, far be it! Rather would we fondly dwell upon those little idiosyncrasies that have so endeared him to the men, who, under his able tutelage, have had so many “ little points cleared up.” 28