Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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SENIOR ANTICS MECHANICAL 193ft S TEP right this way folks. . . . This is B. Blowhard Clark, your snooping keyhole re¬ porter, all ready to show you the haunts of the Senior Mechanics, grease monks to you . . . since we are not likely to find them in classes around Tech we propose to take you to their lowly dens to give you a first hand view of Tech life in the raw ... so climb into the high- powered PP, folks, and lets be off, here, there, and everywhere. . . . We find ourselves on the top floor of a room¬ ing house at one Schussler road. Here live three of the Senior mechanics, Babcock, Burg and Clark. Can’t say much about Babcock . . . one of those quiet and unassuming chaps . . . don’t you know . . . but he does have an awful habit of trecking down to Wellesley College, where his LaSalle coupe is almost a permanent fixture. His roommate, Freddy Burg, is always in the forefront, leading by a mustachio. Freddy is also partly responsible for those lively Senior Mechanics parties shown on these pages. . . . No, Gracie, that nudist picture was not taken at the splash party . . . what do you think we are! That other bunk over there belongs to yours truly ... let me introduce you to my bedmate . . . come on out of that hole micy-wycy. Don’t argue with me, you ought to know better. Continuing our journey, we now find our¬ selves at the fraternity house at the top of the hill, Lambda Chi. The first man we encounter here is Oscar Fick. Osc has only been with us a few years, being a transfer from M.I.T. How¬ ever, we have managed to find out that he comes from Westbrook, Maine, and knows Rudv Vallee, and has met Alice Faye. That’s a good claim to fame. Another boy here is Johnny Hol¬ brook. Johnny is one of those unobtrusive chaos who is always ready to lend a helping hand, and a man who claims many friends due to his pleasant personality. The last one we run into at this stop is Ernie Gustafson. Gus is one of that queer clan taking the Aero course. This fellow will be remembered for his brand of quiet humor, and the fact that he has been known to escort numerous young ladies to vari¬ ous places—one at a time, of course. Passing on over Boynton Hill, we find our¬ selves at the door of the Phi Gam house. On the inside the first man to meet our gaze is Dick Elliott. Monty is one of the outstanding men in the class of 1938—honor student, co¬ captain of football, class prexy, and occupant of many other high positions—nevertheless, Dick has one shortcoming, for, to many Profs’ dismay, he can never seem to make an eight o’clock on time. Perhaps he should go to bed earlier. An¬ other Phi Gam member is Roger Young. Rodge is one of our hardest working seniors, having really labored for the results that he has ob¬ tained. Besides having received an Engineer¬ ing education, it has been rumored that he also has improved his learning in other lines of en¬ deavor. Len Kuniholm, another Fiji, may have many other outstanding traits, but the one that will live in our memory is his rear view mirror equipped pair of glasses. Many people have wondered if this gadget really worked. The next man encountered at this stop is Walter Knapp. 30