Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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up a list of all his pets. These students are those who receive F’s for their Fine work. This list usually comprises half of the class. He is also famous for his short, fifty-minute quizzes, which he throws out once a week for the enjoyment of the class; but once in a while he disappoints everyone by failing to give a quiz on the day the class expects it. This makes the class deliriously happy, of course. In the center ring we see “Smiley” Stauffer. Dr. Stauffer can usually be found to be smiling, but the reason for his broad grin is rather peculiar. You see, the width of his smile is inversely proportional to the grades his students receive on exams. Sometimes on passing back an exam to some particularly bright (they call him Sonny) student, Dr. Stauffer actually laughs. His exams are designed to require a thorough knowledge of the subject, and then some. In the ring over there is “Tombstone” Smith, so named by his former opponents, may they rest in peace. Dr. Smith chal¬ lenges anyone to prove him wrong in the First row, left to right: Dr. C. H. Stauffer, Dr. W. L. Ranich, Dr. E. D. Wilson, Prof. H. B. Feldman, Prof. J. M. Petrie. Second row: Grad. Asst. W. R. Byrnes, Prof. R. E. Wagner, Prof. K. D. Roettger, Grad. Asst. W. A. Seubert, Grad. Asst. E. Shivel. Third row: Grad. Asst. C. F. McDonough, Dr. M. E. Smith, Dr. F. R. Butler, Grad. Asst. R. T. Kirpatrick. Mr. Phillips makes water in the only planned explosion of the year. ions supposedly in the sample given you. The ions are there, all you have to do is find them — easier said than done. Of course, they don’t make students like they used to, and the courses are much easier now. Why, when Dr. Smith was in college they had ten hours each of “Quant” and “Qual” besides all their other courses, of course. In his day they really turned out chemists and chemical engineers that knew something. Well, folks, that’s it. You’ve seen it all. That is the entire Department of Chemical Engineering and Chemistry, a Department of which Worcester Tech is justifiably proud. If any of you happen to be interested in the field and have enough money to pay the tuition and lab deposits, we’ll be glad to have you.

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Stuff in equals Stuff out plus Stuff caught in the pipe. (ffAentccai Ottel (ff emiA up H URRY! Hurry! Hurry! Step right up, ladies and gentlemen. See Salisbury Laboratories, one of the oldest chemical laboratories built in this country! This building has withstood the ravages of time and freshmen for nearly a century. Inspect this marvel of engineering and construc¬ tion, still standing despite efforts every year to blow it up or burn it down. Yes- sir-ree, for ten cents, one dime, the tenth of a dollar, you can step inside and see the big show. There’s something going on every minute; a continuous show five and a half days a week. Don’t crowd, folks, there’s plenty of room for everybody. Get away from me, kid, you bother me. Right this way, ladies and gentlemen. Here you see Dr. Wilson, well-known as an expert on basketball, and also head of the Department of Chemical Engineering and Chemistry. Dr. Wilson is very friendly as you may know. Every marking period he invites a select few up to his private office for a little chat. You can also see him per¬ form almost every Saturday night through¬ out the winter at the gym. Next we have Dr. Will Kranich from Cornell, the super-dooper Buick salesman. You’ve probably heard of Dr. Kranich be¬ fore in the field of journalism. He is known as a master of the technique of plot build¬ ing. In fact, some of his plots are so intri¬ cate and involved, you would almost swear they were quizzes; and then you do swear, when you find afterward that they really were quizzes. Our next attraction is Bob Wagner, boys and girls. Bob has prepared very carefully for his position by taking every social course at Drexyl Institute. Among the sub¬ jects he has mastered successfully are Parties 1-4 and Advanced Joke Telling. Bob hereby issues a challenge to one and all. If there is anyone here who can make Bob angry, we will pay that person $128,000. Argue with him, call him names, but you can’t erase his smile. Over in this corner is John Petrie, the poor man’s Davy Crockett. He’s the rugged, outdoor type, and he lives out in the back- woods country in his log cabin. John is the proud possessor of the only Ford in the country with a worn out odometer (mileage indicator to you). Yes sir, folks, this is the original experimental model built by Henry himself; and it still runs, too. They sure don ’t build cars like they used to. John is the friendly type with not an enemy in the world. When John says, “I’m your buddy,” he really means it. To the right we have Dr. Butler, star of the movie “Fall in the Saddle” and many other westerns. He is known as Tech’s Will Rogers because of his fine sense of humor. His students don’t seem to laugh too much however, because their grades seem to be the only humorous aspects of the course. Dr. Butler annually makes a hit by putting Another day — another dollar

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“Beckers out!” I N the northeastern corner of our campus stands the domain of Tech’s Rod Gun Club. Not to be confused with a hunting society, this organization is composed of students of Civil Engineering. The Civil Department is graced with the newest and most up-to-date building on the campus, Kaven Hall. Here, under the able hands of this department’s fine instructors, one of the best courses in Civil Engineering of¬ fered anywhere is made available to the future builders and planners of America. Ask any Senior what he thinks of Room 207, where each Senior Civil has his own private desk and drafting table open to him any hour of the day or night, and your ears will receive a verbal barrage of super¬ lative adjectives as long as the wall along Tech’s southern boundary. A new interest in Civil Engineering is being shown by the incoming classes. The excellent facilities are great drawing cards for the depart¬ ment which, up until a few years ago was crowded into the cramped quarters of an unrenovated Boynton Hall. Heading the department is Colonel A. H. Holt. The Colonel can often be seen around the campus giving helpful advice to the students of surveying. We might hear from him such Civil cliches as, “No, no, you’ve got it upside down,” or “That bubble might look better in the middle of the level, Mister . . .” And who is that little man with the Homberg and the big cigar? From our point of view it looks like . . . yes, it is Prof. A. J. Knight himself. This professor is well known to all Tech men and, with his philosophical wit, has endeared himself to all those students lucky enough to learn from the “Old Pro.” A.J. is a man who remembers when pipe was laid by hand and gtcttC