Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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The Dissipated Eight Heels together, thumbs along the seams . . . Someone could mention here the old saw about too many chiefs and not enough Indians, but the greater number of cadet instructors aided both the instructors and the student. Cadet Colonel Miles Grant was C.O. of the regiment. If Botch Pritchard’s future teams compile records comparable to that of this year’s eleven, he’ll probably be fired. Just ask Terry Brennan. At any rate, the 1958 W.P.I. football team came within one oft-discussed point of an undefeated season, and was certainly one of the small-college powers in New England. During this same period of time such honored traditions as the Paddle Rush and the Rope Pull occurred, with a fired-up Sopho¬ more Class victorious in the former while being quenched in the latter. The alumni came trooping back for Homecoming I’ll get you on the Bandstand . . .” 10

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was early this fall. It is debatable whether the new sys¬ tem really improved things that much. The pros and cons of an early rush versus an extended rush can be argued for years, but by the large it was a successful rushing period. Freshman hazing, i.e., rubberneck tours to Subur¬ bia, was done away with, but the usual thrice-daily rumble at Earle Bridge was still in evidence. The poor Class of ’62 — beset on all sides by fouled-up living quar¬ ters, leering fraternity men, and the Thugs of ’61 — they still managed to survive, that is, until they got to class. The sieve size gets smaller every year. The august Department of Electrical Engineering was in a state of turmoil, even more so than usual, be¬ cause of the interior renovations being done. For a while it looked as though someone had forgotten the plans and was merely causing chaos in the venerable struc¬ ture, but now one can see that there really was some¬ thing going on, and the place looks fairly good. It will never be mistaken for the Caribe Hilton, but the hardy E.E.’s won’t mind. The Department of Military Science and Tactics moved its Division Main from the late lamented Jenn¬ ings House to Riley House, the former student center. Rumor has it that Riley House will be painted OD in the near future. At any rate, the new surroundings are much more pleasant, and all ROTC classes are held in Riley. As for Jennings House, it was torn down in two days by a group of small boys throwing stones. Plans call for tennis courts to be put in the lot where it once stood. Changes were made this year in the cadet unit, from one battalion to a regiment having two battalions. I ate too much. Did you — excuse me, dear — see that hat she had on?” Man — like Wow! 9

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Get the little round black thing outta here. (actually they arrived in long, shiny Detroit chrome- wagons, befitting successful engineers). As has become the custom on Homecoming Day, it rained and was cold. However, that didn’t bother the intrepid graduates or undergraduates, bolstered as they were by the good things of this earth (it starts with B and rhymes with shoes). They sallied forth to watch a thrilling 3-3 tie with Tufts in soccer, those, that is, who did not view the 14-8 defeat the football team nailed on Coast Guard. A Homecoming dance was held that evening, at which time it was announced that Sigma Phi Epsilon had won the award for best Homecoming display. The entire campus was saddened by the untimely death of Dr. Ernest D. Wilson, head of the Department of Chemical Engineering and Chemistry. He was suc¬ ceeded by Dr. Wilmer L. Kranich, who has been a Look, Ma, it’s yellow with spotted wings. Joey meets resistance 11