Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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CLASS OFFICERS Dick, Phil, Jack, P.J., and Les (Jxistoryi of the Glass of iggo Part i—Preamble, or . . . Let’s be honest, Abe. Two score and five months ago the committee on admissions brought forth upon this campus a new class, relieved of liberty and meditating on the proposition that all men are, deflated, equal. Ever since, we have been engaged in a semi-civil war, testing whether that class, or any class so bereaved and so desecrated, could long endure. . . . The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, and it will probably never understand what we have done here. But, for posterity, and anyone else who might be interested, let us delve now into the bygone and review the four frantic years of the Class of 1950. Part 2—The History It all began as October, 1946, had just about completely vanished. Then, 238 eager neophytes first put their noses to the grindstone, soon to learn the wisdom of the motto, “Illegitimus non Carborundum.” Some, with less durable probosci, found the grind too much and left our ranks along the