Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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when the engineer had to carry his transit to a job. A far cry from engineering is writing poetry, but the Civil Department has a member of its faculty who does both pro¬ ficiently. His name is Prof. Fred Sanger. Fred is originally from England and teaches Geology, Foundations, and Soil Mechanics. He also has written much of the poetry in “Civil Sidelines,” the Civil Engin¬ eering paper which is published about four times a year and which originated with Kaven Hall. Fred is always around with a helpful hand and has spent many an after¬ noon with someone who “couldn’t quite understand in class.” Over in that corner of the lab is Prof. C. F. Meyer. That cylinder in his hands is probably concrete. C.F.M. is well known for tests on well over five thousand concrete samples. Professor Meyer is also a re- knowned expert on sewage treatment. Many of the Civils will remember his admonition to bring waterwings to a sewage treatment plant if they didn’t know how to swim. Next on our tour of “the home of bridge builders” is the office of Carl Koontz. Carl is the humorist of the Civil Department. He also enjoys listening to the World Series with his classes during calculation periods. Most of us will remember Carl for his per¬ formance as M.C. during the Homecoming dance. He certainly had us holding our collective breath while he explained the intricate proceedings of judging. New to the department this year is In¬ Civil Engineering students happy in their new home structor Wahls. It is the sincere hope of the C.E.’s that Mr. Wahls has been duly initiated into the ways of Worcester Tech. We’re sure such a fine young man has had no experience with such things as exams in which the class average is a rousing 39; and we know also that he could never, without proper training, give a quiz on a subject which he passed over lightly in class saying, “This information is unneces¬ sary.” This youngest member of the Civil teaching squad is sure to be one of the most-liked. His easy manner is a credit to him as an intelligent and practical instruc¬ tor. These men will be the characters so often remembered from the sad and happy scenes that were Tech’s answer to life. To these men and their educational department we offer a farewell salute and a solid vote of thanks. Left to right: Prof. C. H. Koontz, Prof. F. J. Sanger, Col. A. H. Holt, Prof. A. J. Knight, Prof. C. F. Meyer, Mr. H. E. Wahls

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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

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ME’s testing stationary gas engine in the Internal Combustion Engines Lab. ’TttecAaeticat Suaweeticia A S Tech’s seniors find the day approach¬ ing when they must bid the hill named “Boynton” farewell, nearly all of them will recall the experiences they’ve had in the Mechanical Engineering Department. Many things that took place within the walls of Higgins Labs offered no humor at the time, but later on, will be thought of in an entirely different light — perhaps they may even become amusing. 1 cut it three times and it’s still too short. When Tech’s graduates look back at the school, they won’t remember the buildings or grounds as vividly as they will the men who made Tech alive and moving — such men as Doctor MacCullough, Department Head, who has contributed, among other things, a blue-bound book which we all remember so well. But he will be remem¬ bered far longer for the greenish-tinted cigars and the little Boston Terrier that drives him to school each day. Another tried and true member of the staff is K. G. Merriam. Although his major responsibility is teaching the “Aeros” how to build Super Sabres, “KG,” as he is better known, still finds time to explain the intri¬ cacies of anti-aircraft fire control to all his classes. For high-level thinking and “phase three analysis,” you can’t beat the Colonel as he “twists the arm of a function to make it talk.” “Cookie” Price is the biggest, if not the most respected, member of the Depart¬ ment. He will be thought of in future days for his ability to demonstrate how the most complex mechanism can be simplified and in the process made unsolvable. Professor Anderson, known respectfully by the student body as “Symmetrical Freddie,” teaches many a man the fine points on mechanics as does John Bjork, between golf seasons. 1 18