Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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THE AFTERMATH, CLASS OE 1914 does Professor Bird. Moreover this interest does not die the moment a man takes his sheepskin and departs, but follows him throughout life. The “cussedness of material things” does not apply to Piggy, although he may think so. PROFESSOR JOHN H. NELSON, M. S. Professor of Applied Mechanics “Well! What are our troubles this morning?” With this cheerful query Pro¬ fessor Nelson always starts his classes. It is nearly two years now since his coming from the “Gweat” Lakes to stick us with “pwoblems” and his efforts in this line have not all been unavailing. Up to exams he kids us into believing that his exams are a pipe, but then—Oh, my! It is then if ever the Techman homeward plods his weary way. Habits formed out in the “wild and woolly” still cling to him, as he persists in having his hair cut once a year whether it needs it or not. Rumor has it that “Prof” Nelson is some automobilist, and it is expected that soon it will be one of the historic sights of Worcester to see him disguised with his derby racing with the trees along Main Street. Both inside and outside the classroom, Prof. Nelson has won the respect and friendship of all of us who have come in contact with him. PROFESSOR ALTON L. SMITH, M. S. Professor of Drawing and Machine Design Place, Machine Design Room. Time, almost any time. Temperature, about forty-two degrees Fahrenheit. The title of this might be anything from “Over the Spectacles” to “When Dreams Don’t Come True,” but it isn’t. Professor Alton Lincoln “Dingtoe” Smith. Just where the appellation “Ding- toe” comes from is still one of the great unsolved mysteries. In spite of his awful courses, “Ding” is a pretty good “Prof,” and one need but ask to get some mighty good advice. More often, however, we get the advice without asking. He has a genial countenance and we have found him not lacking in the appreciation of a joke. His chief claim to fame is in the fact that he is the general of a small army of drawing instructors, “Jimmy” and “Buss.” The sounds, “Mr.-, draw a line AB about a foot long” in slow monotones will long linger in our ears. “0 all the words which man has used, The best are these ; ‘Class excused. ' ” ( 20 )

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Department of iHerlramral Engineering William W. Bird, B. S. 1 Professors Carleton A. Read, S. B. Alton L. Smith, M. S. John H. Nelson, M. S. Charles M. Allen, M. S. David L. Gallup, M. E. John Jernberg instructors Burton L. Gray Howard P. Fairfield Harland F. Stuart, B. S. James C. Davis, B. S. Herbert S. Busey Samuel E. Balcom Walter W. Munroe Francis W. Roys, B. S. Edmund K. Brown, B. S. S upermtenbrnt nf Washburn Louis W. Rawson, B. S. PROFESSOR WILLIAM W. BIRD, B. S. Professor of Mechanical Engineering and Director of Washburn Shops. “WE,” that is, “Professor Bird and I.” Perhaps you have heard Piggy men¬ tioned more often in this connection than in any other, for he is silent partner to this famous combination. Or, if you were accustomed to sleep while “WE” talked, per¬ haps you remember better the astonishing rapidity with which Piggy solved on the board “stickers in Senior Mechanics (of course at rare intervals he did seek aid from a paper in his hand) but cancellations and eraser combined to make a long matter short, until in a little square the all important answer would appear, while from some scribbling note-taker in the back of the room, would come the audible whisper, “Where the — did he get that?” Or did Piggie’s final make more impression on you, even if you made little impression on it, with the possibilities of getting 120 out of 100, and probabilities of getting -less? But, be it known, “Piggy” does not apply to this man’s heart, for there is not a Professor on the Hill that takes more interest in the welfare of the men under him than

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WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE PROFESSOR CHARLES M. ALLEN, M. S. Professor of Hydraulic Engineering About two minutes before ten Charlie walks into his office and starts opening his mail. The bell rings and Charlie casually hunts for his books and starts for the class room. In the meantime the bunch, including even Dayton, having arrived, pull out their watches with high hopes. At just 4.999 minutes past ten in walks Charlie and after opening all the windows that are closed and closing all those that are open, greets us with, “Well! ur-r-r-m, what’s the lesson for today?” Somebody gives lesson about three weeks behind. ‘Naw, it’s over on moving blades, ur-r-r-m, this reads like an old story. Any questions?” “Well! if you don’t ask some I will.” P. C. immediately gets scared. “Er, Just what does one of those water sheds that the book speaks of, look like?” Much laughter. “That’s all right,” and explains water shed. “That reminds me of when we were on a job down on the Susquehanna River,” Tells story of the wind that blew so hard that it stopped the river from flowing so that they had to shut down the plant. Laughter. “Ur-r-r-m, That’s all right, you wouldn’t believe it, but it’s true.” To be serious, Charlie is one of the best liked Profs on the Hill, both by the faculty and by the students, and his inexhaustible fund of stories has lightened many of the tedious hours. PROFESSOR DAVID L. GALLUP, M. E. Professor of Gas Engineering Lives there a Tech man who has never read a Sunday Telegram ? If so, your education has been neglected, for you need go no farther to get com¬ plete information regarding Davy, as this subject has been treated often and in detail on its pages. The Institute catalogue speaks of David Lamprey Gallup, Professor of Gas Engineering. This sounds good to the outsider, but why not be frank and leave out the word Engineering, for any man who has taken Davy’s courses will tell you that gas and “air” are adequate descriptions, in spite of the fact that air is a regular course all right.” Now here is our friendly advice to the coming Senior who wants to “make a hit” in Gas Engineering: get the text-book entitled “Internal Combustion Engines,” turn to ( 21 )