THE

AFTERMATH

OF ’99.

Published by the Class of 1899,
WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE,
WORCESTER, MASS.

1899.

PRESS OF

gilbert g. Davis,
38-44 FRONT STREET,
Worcester.

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Editor-in-Chief, - - Samuel Sumner Edmands.

Assistant Editoi - Edmund Roe Johnson.

Business Manager , - - Harry Adelbert Clark.

Asst. Business Manager , Harry Maynard Chamberlain.

Illustrator ,

Edward Frederick Gould.

Photographer,

Charles Edward Eveleth.

Associate Editors.

Walter Everett Foster.

Clarence Walter Kinney.

Harry Elihu Scott.

Archibald Nelson Goddard.

Ernest Elkanah Rich.

Arthur Sherwood Van Ostrand.

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I N the preparation of this Aftermath, our sole aim has been to make it
of lasting interest to the Class of 99 and its . friends. It has been our
ambition that this book should faithfully reflect our life at the ’Tech in

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its more prominent features. If, in years to come, this feeble attempt
at something better shall serve to reawaken past emotions, or to bring
before our mind’s eye the former scenes connected with our four year’s
sojourn together, the Editors will feel that their labor has not been entirely
in vain. Let it be known, if anyone is convinced that injustice has been
done him, that the Editors possess and are skilled in the use of a most
modern “ shooting iron,” and can furnish obituaries to order, but rather let
it be remembered that

“ To err is Human , to forgive Divine .”

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Come, gather round, ye grisly grinds
Who’ve trod the paths of toil.

Draw near all ye who seek a sine,

—Who waste the midnight oil,

Come on, all ye who look for curves
—Imagine things in space,—

All ye who wear out brain and nerves,
And shoes and pencils waste.

Come all ye courtiers of the Djuke,

Ye “ Babes ” of Kinicutt,—

Ye smell-soaked Chemists from the Labs,
(Be sure to bring the pup.)

Ye steam-dried Hoboes from Reevesville
Who fool with latent heats,

Ye ’Lectric stars, who work Smith’s will,
And monkey with blue streaks,

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Ye Civils who, thro’ telescopes
Lands and fair maids survey,

Who fill the earth with little pegs
And barber poles, each day.

Ye suff’rers, sick of English Lit,
Who’ve traced its gaseous growth.

Ye Orators of Poly Sci
Who left it, nothing loth.

Ye mouth-tired murd’rers of Sci Dutch,
Who’ve read between the lines ;

Ye analysers’of flue-gas,

Ye seers of ergs and dynes,

And all ye hewers of the wood,

Ye busters of machines,

Ye greasy, dirty, unkempt gang,

Who sport the bright blue jeans.

In short, come all ye convicts, who
Have served, or do, or will,

Your four year’s sentence grinding
At hard labor on the hill.

Then gather round, ye motley crowd
And view, with proper awe
This product of the mightiest minds
That ever Tech Hill saw;

Remove your hats and bow your heads,
All work and care resign
While we present this Aftermath
Of Eighteen Ninety-nine.

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Perchance you’ll find within its leaves
Some things you’ve seen before,

Some moldy, patched-up, whiskered joke
Which made old Adam roar,

—Some antique saying of some Prof,
Which wore out, vears ago,

Some story which has circled ’round
A thousand times, or so;

But should you find some word or thought
Which stirs your interest,

Some sentiment which fits your case,

Or new idea suggests,

We’ll feel repaid for all the ink
And paper we have lost,

For all the cans of kerosene
And feet of gas it’s cost,

For all the cuts we’ve had to take
And, all the head aches, too
We’ve suffered in the search we’ve made
For something fresh and new.

Then in the years to come, we know,
’Mongst Classics we shall find,

Most highly prized, this Aftermath
Of Eighteen Ninety-nine.

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©ur professors.

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Xevn Xeonarfc Conant.

©ur /Ibost popular professor.

Professor Conant began his work at the Institute in the fall of ’91. During the
eight years that have marked his service here, the enthusiasm which he has put
into his department, and the personal interest which he has shown in the students
and their work, have won for him universal admiration.

Prof. Conant was born in Littleton, Mass., March 3, 1857. He fitted for col¬
lege at Andover, and in 1879 was graduated from Dartmouth. Soon after graduation
he was made principal of the high school in Mankato, Minn. Here he remained for
two years, accepting a better position at Elkhart, Indiana, for the following year.
At the end of that time he enlarged his line of work, accepting the superintendency
of schools in Deadwood and afterwards in Rapid City, South Dakota. In 1887 he
was offered and accepted the Professorship of Mathematics in the Dakota State
School of Mines. The desire for advanced work in mathematics brought Prof.
Conant to Clark University in the fall of ’90, and, in 1891, he accepted the Junior
Professorship of Mathematics at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. He has filled
this position to the complete satisfaction of all.

In the recitation room, Prof. Conant has the faculty of awakening interest in
the most complex problems, and is sure to notice some historical incident, novel
solution, or mathematical curiosity that never fails to entertain the class.

But his good work does not end in the class room. He believes that physical
exercise and manly sport have a place in the development of even an engineer. In
spite of the poor athletic teams that have represented the Institute in the last few
years, Prof. Conant has always supported and encouraged them. He is one of the
few professors who attend the games. Every Freshman class gets an inspiration
from him to go into athletics.

“The Number Concept” is one of the books that Prof. Conant has written.
He is also a contributor to mathematical publications.

Prof. Conant received the degree of Ph. D. in ’93, at Syracuse University.
He is a fellow of “The American Association for the Advancement of Science,” and
is also a member of the “American Mathematical Society."

KINNICUTT. DR. MENDENHALL. PROF. CUTLER.

F. WHITE. PROF. SINCLAIR.

Thomas Corwin Mendenhall, Ph. D., LL. D., . . President

President Mendenhall was horn in Ohio in 1841. At an early age he became a teacher, and cn
the opening of the Ohio State University in 1873, he was elected to the chair of Physics and Me¬
chanics. In 1878 he went to Japan as Professor of Physics, in the Imperial University, where one of
his distinguished colleagues was Professor J. A. Ewing. In 1887 he returned to the Ohio State Uni¬
versity, where he received his degree of Ph. D. Three years later he entered the Government
Service as Professor of Electricity in the Signal Service. In 1886 he resigned to accept the presidency
of the Rose Poljdechuic Institute, at Terre Haute, Indiana. After serving in this capacity for three
years, he was appointed as Superintendent of the United States Coast and Geodetic Survey. In
1894, Dr. Mendenhall left this position to assume the Presidency of the Worcester Polytechnic
Institute.

John E. Sinclair, Ph. D., . Professor of Higher Mathematics

Professor Sinclair graduated from Dartmouth College in 1858. The following year he spent in
teaching at Adrian, Mich., and from 1859 to 1863 he was a tutor at Washington University, St. Louis.

The next six years he was Professor of Mathematics in the Chandler Department of Dartmouth
College, from which place he came to the W. P. I., in 1868, to occupy a similar position. Pro¬
fessor Sinclair received the degree of A. M. from Washington University in 1863, and from Dart¬
mouth in 1879. His alma mater further honored him in 1883, by bestowing upon him the degree Ph. D.

U. Waldo Cutler, S. B., . Professor of Modern Languages

Professor Cutler is an alumnus of the W. P. I., having graduated in 1874. He began teaching
in the Hitchcock High School of Brimfield, Mass. His next work was the introduction of Drawing
into the public schools of Holliston. In 1877 he returned to Worcester, having accepted the position
of Instructor in Modern Languages at the Institute. The years from ’78 to ’81 were spent abroad in
study, his position at the Institute remaining open during this time. Shortly after his return he
became Assistant Professor of Modern Languages, and in ’92 was raised to full Professor. With
the exception of one year, part of which was spent at Johns Hopkins University, he has been at
Tech ever since.

Leonard P. Kinnicutt, S. D., . . Professor of Chemistry

Dr. Kinnicutt is a graduate of M. I. T., Class of ’75. After graduating he took a course of study
abroad, spending a year at Heidelburg, and a year and a half at the University at Bonn. He re¬
turned in the winter of 1878 and studied for four months at Johns Hopkins University. In the fall
of 1879 he accepted the position of private assistant to Dr. Wallcot Gibbs of Cambridge. The next
year he became Instructor of Quantitative Analysis at Harvard University, which position he held
for two years, and during this period obtained the degree of S. D. from Harvard. He came to the
W. P. I. in 1883 as Assistant Professor of Chemistry, and in 18S5 became Professor.

George H. White, S. B., . Professor of Civil Engineering

Professor White graduated from Worcester Tech. He engaged in civil engineering work, in
1869, for Mr. W. P. Granger, then of Worcester, who subsequently was appointed chief engineer
of the Hoosac Tunnel. Later, Professor White went with him to New York State, where he was
engaged on the Adirondack Railroad. He then returned to Worcester, and entered Tech in advance
standing with the Class of ’73. He left in 1872, however, and engaged in engineering work in
Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and Minnesota. Returning to Tech, in 1875, he took up the Senior
studies with ’76, being at the same time tutor in field practice. He graduated in 1876, and then
returned to Minnesota, where he engaged in railroad work until 1884, when he was appointed
Professor of Civil Engineering at the W. P. I.

DR. JENNINGS.
PROF. CONANT.

PROF. COOMBS.

PROF. HAYNFS.
PROF. REEVE-

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Levi L. Conant, Ph. D., . . Professor of Mathematics

Chosen by the Class as its most popular Professor, and appears on a preceding page.

George H. Haynes, Ph. D., . Professor of History and Economics

Dr. Haynes is another Amherst alumnus, receiving his diploma with the Class of 1887. From
Amherst he came to Tech, and taught here from 1887 to 1890. He then took a course at Johns Hop¬
kins, where he received his degree of Ph. D., in 1893. Dr. Haynes has contributed many valuable
articles to the scientific journals on topics in American history and politics. We did not especially
admire studying “ Bryce,” but aside from that, enjoyed our course with him.

Walter L. Jennings, Ph. I)., . Assistant Professor of Chemistry

Dr. Jennings is a graduate of Harvard, having received his A. B. in 1889. He then took three
years of graduate work, also at Harvard, and received his Ph. D. in 1892. Following this, he studied
at Berlin and Heidelberg for two years and, returning to this country, he came to the Tech as a
member of the Faculty.

Zelotes W. Coombs, A. M., Ass’t Professor of Modern Languages

Professor Coombs is another son of Amherst, having graduated from that college a year after
Dr. Haynes, in 1888. After graduation, he taught one year at Brooklyn Tech. He then went to the
University of Virginia, both as a student and an instructor. From there he came to Tech in 1890,
filling the position of President’s Clerk and instructor in the languages. In 1894 he went abroad for
a year’s study at the University of Berlin, and upon his return was made Assistant Professor of
Modern Languages, which position he now holds.

Sidney A. Reeve, M. E.,

Adjunct Professor of Steam and Hydraulic Engineering

Professor Reeve graduated from the Sheffield Scientific School of Yale University in 1887, and
in 1889 received the degree of M. F. He went to New York and was connected for a short time with
Westinghouse, Church, Kerr & Co., as a member of their corps of engineers. Later, he was called
to a position on the editorial staff of the Progressive Age , a paper devoted to the gas industry. He
came to Tech three years and a half ago, and has conducted our courses in Steam and Hydraulics.

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Harold B. Smith, M. E., . Professor of Electrical Engineering.

Professor Smith received his degree of M. E. from Cornell University in 1891, remaining as a
graduate student, until called, in 1892, to the Professorship of Electrical Engineering at the Arkansas
State University. Was later head designer and electrical engineer for the Elektron Manufacturing
Co., Springfield, Mass., and still remains with that firm in the capacity of consulting engineer.
Professor Smith occupied the position of Director of School of Electrical Engineering, Purdue Uni¬
versity, Lafayette. Indiana, from 1893 to 1S96, at the expiration of which time he was given the chair
of Professor of Electrical Engineering at the W. P. I. Professor Smith is a member of the American
Society of Mechanical Engineers, American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and the American As¬
sociation for the Advancement of Sciences.

William L. Ames, S. B., Professor of Drawing and Machine Design.

Born in Kingston, Mass., with the Mason Locomotive Works, Taunton, Mass., for three years;
with Old Colony Rivet Works for three years; S. B., Worcester Polytechnic Institute, 1882; student at
Cincinnati School of Design, Cincinnati, Ohio, for one year; called, in 1883, to the Rose Polytechnic
Institute, Terre Haute, Indiana, as teacher of Drawing. To this department was added the work in
Stereotomy and Descriptive Geometry, and later, Machine Design. He is the author of the “ Notes
on Descriptive Geometry” at present used in the W. P. I. He was called, in 1896, to the Professor¬
ship of Drawing and Machine Design at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Professor Ames is a
member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers.

James J. Guest, A. B., . Professor of Mechanical Engineering.

Educated at Handsworth Grammar School, near Birmingham, England, and at Marlborough
College, graduated in 1888 at Cambridge University, being fifth Wrangler and a scholar of Trinity
College. Afterwards studied Physics at the Cavendish Laboratory and taught Mathematics. Took
the course in the Engineering Laboratories, Cambridge, being finallj' assistant. While at Cambridge
studied under, among others, Dr. Routh, Sir G. Stokes, Professors J. J. Thomson and Ewing. En¬
tered the works of Messrs. Tangyes as a draughtsman; left, in 1895. for the post of Assistant Pro¬
fessor of Mechanical Engineering at McGill University, Canada. He came to Tech in the fall of 1896.

Assistant Professor of Physics.

Professor Beals is a graduate of the W. P I., Class of ’85, M. E. course. He spent a year partly
with the Dean Steam Pump Co. of Holyoke, Mass., and the remainder with Washburn & Moen M’f’g
Co. of this city. The next two and a half years were spent in business in Westfield, Mass., and in
Stanstead, Province of Quebec. In the spring of 1889 he organized the Manual Training Department
of the Fall River High School, and remained in charge of it for two years. In the fall of 1891 he
returned to Worcester, accepting the position of Instructor in Mathemathics at the Institute. In
June, ’95, he became Instructor in Physics and Elementary Mechanics, and in ’97 was made Assistant
Professor of Physics.

Prof. Geo. E. Gladwin.

Prof. Gladwin graduated from the State Normal School of Connecticut in 1854, and spent the
next six years teaching. During a part of the time he was teacher of Drawing in the public schools
of Hartford, Conn. In 1859 he went abroad, and took a four year’s course of study at the Govern¬
ment School of Art, South Kensington, London, Eng., from which he graduated with first honors in
a class of above a hundred students. When the W. P. I. opened in 1868 he was called to the position
of Professor of Free Hand Drawing, which position he held for twenty-eight years. Since leaving
the Institute he has had a private studio in the city. We were the last class to have Professor Glad¬
win, and only the pleasantest of memories remain with us of his cheerfulness and readiness to help
in the class room.

INSTRUCTORS.

INSTRUCTORS.

IN THE SHOTS.

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CLASS OF ’99-

CHEMISTRY.

Clark, Harry A.
Eddy, William C.
Gabriel, George A.

Haynes, Herman W.
Sanford, George R.
Van Ostrand, Arthur S.

CIVIL

Davis, Thomas C.
Livermore, Arthur C.
Sanderson, Albert D.

ELECTRICAL

Burgess, Charles A.
Edmands, S. Sumner.
Eveleth, Charles E.

Foster, Walter E.

Gould, Edward F.

Kinney, Clarence W.

MECHANICAL

Bartholomew, Joseph P.
Chamberlain, Harry M.
Coburn, C. Bertrand.

Cole, Forrest W.

Ferris, Herbert H.

Goddard, Archibald N.
Howe, James F.

Johnson, Edmund R.

ENGINEERING.

Scott, Harry E.
Shute, William C.

ENGINEERING.

Knowles, Ralph R
Putnam, Fred W.
Tyler, Oliver P.
Vinal, Albert C.
Willis, Samuel T.

ENGINEERING.

Johnson, William M.
Lewis, Roy G.
Luther, Stephen G.
Rebboli, Charles J.
Reed, Karl B.

Vail, Guy R.

Wood, Pliny W., Jr.

GENERAL SCIENTIFIC.

Rich, Ernest E.

PAST MEMBERS.

Baker, William J.
Bartlett, Lyman
Blake, Walter D.

Clark, Harold H.

Clark, Paul L.

Currier, Herbert E.
Curtis, James H.
Farwell, Oscar J.
Glazier, Ralph C.

Graff am, Walter S.

Hall, Samuel F.
Hastings, Harry L.
Hilbert, Charles W.
Hitchcock, Harry A.
Hitchcock, Raymond H.
Hussey, Albert F.
Johnson, J. Lovell.

Kent, Arthur A.
Knovvlton, Wallace J.
Lee, George W.

Lyon, Howard C.
Matthews, George R.
Olds, Alfred W.
Palmer, Frank E.

Peck, Edward M.
Pettibone, Fred L.
Smith, Milton A.
Smith, Sherman E.
Synyer, Clifton B.
TVaill, William R.
Valdivieso, Enrique P.
Whittemore, George S.
Vinton, Louis A.

SOPHOMORE CLASS.

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We are nearing the end. At the same time, we are approaching com¬
mencement. Soon we shall stop climbing the Hill of Tech and tackle the
Ladder of Life. I seem to hear the old familiar order, “You may lay aside
your books and take your papers.” I have laid aside my books,—a Junior
gave me seventy-one cents for the lot. I will take my papers and try to
gather together from out of the shadowy memories of the past some of the
events and incidents in the History of the Class of Ninety-Nine.

Our entry into the sanitarium for the Prevention of Rest was under the
most auspicious of circumstances. The Engineering Laboratories had just
been completed, and the Power-House was nearing a finish. A kind friend
of the Institute had presented the shop with a new grindstone and had prom¬
ised a pair of pliers, while the Electrical Department had received a large
coil of wire and a bill for repairs on the three-volt voltmeter. Furthermore,
the Trustees had about made up M. P’s mind that students could not rise on
elevators,—that is to say, that the student’s mind could not improve on the
low range of work offered by elevator construction ; M. P. was consequently
getting ready to pick up his dolls ($) and go. In fact, everything was
booming, and the future was of a gorgeous golden orange shellac hue, when,
with implicit faith in the pleasant little extravagancies of the catalogue, we

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climbed the hill, entered chapel, and were mustered into active technical ser¬
vice as the Class of Eighteen Ninety-Nine, on the afternoon of September
16th, 1895.

jfreebman U?ear.

After being carefully dissected into four divisions, our young efforts
were turned toward the pleasing pastime of finding the localities known as
"Free-hand Drawing-Room, Mechanical Labs.,” “Mathematical Parlor,
Salisbury Labs.,” or "Cell Eighteen, Boynton Hall.” Alas! we know
where all of them are now,—not slightly, but too well.

We next turned our attention to the time-honored custom of grinding,—
we wanted to get a good reputation with the faculty, and, incidentally, we
then thought that these old and valuable school customs must and should be
preserved. During the first two or three months we received our introduc¬
tion to the various mysterious things which may be found, in a frame, in the
first part of the catalogue under the title, "Freshman Year, First Term.”

Under the fatherly direction of Danny, we entered the realms of Chem¬
istry, and soon learned how to turn litmus paper red, white and blue, how to
poison people by feeding them arsenic disguised as wall-paper, or find out if
our stomach contained phosphorous by boiling it in a wash tub; and it is safe
to say we got more enjoyment out of those chemistry lectures than from any
other subject of our first term. Can any of us forget the roar of laughter
that shook the room when Dan tenderly pulled the featherless carcass of a
pigeon from the preserving charcoal dust and observed, thoughtfully,
"It’s a bird ”. As a side issue, in the chemical laboratory we bent glass
tubing into all sorts of fantastic shapes, made all sorts of gases and acids,
testing the latter on our note books, or desk, or clothes, or anything else of
value which happened to be around when the stuff got spilled, and we can
certify that the beauty of our concoctions and the deep yellow color of their
odors have never been surpassed by those of any other class.

In the mathematical line we tackled college algebra with Dr. Conant,
and juggled with all sorts of progressions, permutations, combinations, in-
determinates, and equations, whose roots extended all over the lot. Here
we learned the circumstances under which Archimedes first made the dis¬
covery that water is wet, how Pythagoras juggled Geometry, and why New-

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ton invented the art of thought. Dr. Conant’s favorite trick was to assume a
balancing position perched on the arm of one of the class-room chairs, and
with his hands clasped tenderly around one knee attempt to bluff us into be¬
lieving that he didn’t understand a blackboard demonstration, with his inno¬
cent "Well,—now,—let—me—see, just how is that?”

I must now touch upon a tender chord,—it is Rhetoric and Composition.
It has ever been a sad subject with us, and sorrowfully do I mention it now.
It brings up memories of gallons of ink and reams of essay paper utilized in
agonized attempts to construct a tale of a "Humorous Incident.” It conjures
up phantoms of gigantic bluffs, and recalls Kinney’s celebrated progressive
arrangements of the largest words in the dictionary in essay form. We shall
never forget the " quiz-ahs ”—but we are glad they exist with us now only
as memories of the past.

Across the corridor from the quizah torture chamber we read several in¬
teresting French dreams, under the direction of Professor Coombs; Le Pacte
de Famine and Le Pecheur D’Islande,—which latter someone translated "The
Sinner of the Island ”—being thoroughly chewed (about) and digested by us.

The remaining subjects which we enjoyed during this springtime of our
existence were Free-hand Drawing, Elementary Mechanics, and Ethics and
Hygiene. The latter was the most enjoyable, because we never had any.
Elementary Mechanics used to amuse us muchly, especially Joseph’s efforts
to explain that second per second per second business, while the "beautiful
little experiments” and earth-weighing acts, introduced on the side by Doc,
did much toward keeping us from falling into a somnambulistic state.

Of our initiation into the mysterious and gas-tly rights of Free-hand
Drawing, much might be written. We were the last class to come under the
direction of Professor Gladwin, and we "did him proud.” We drew on the
blackboards, on paper, and on the models, the latter not being appreciated
by our instructor. We investigated the laws of gravitation with respect to
the fall of pipe fittings, old valves and scrap iron through space, and
pinched the vanishing point in the act of vanishing.

Much of the remainder of our time was spent in shop, sleep, and socia¬
bles at some of the Worcester churches. Early in the term we organized as
a class, electing the following officers : President, C. W. Kinney ; Vice-
President, F. W. Putnam ; Secretary, A. C. Vinal; Treasurer, A. A. Kent.

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We also drew up a Constitution and By-Laws, which we have religiously
violated ever since. Orange and black were chosen as class colors, and the
yell,

Hobble, gobble, razzle, dazzle,

Hika, hika, heck;

Ninety-Nine is right in line,

Worcester Poly tech,

was adopted. The class manifested much interest in various events, several
men entering the cross-countries, which we won easily, and we even went so
far as to talk of a class foot-ball team.

As the term neared an end we began to look toward the exams, and
shook in our shoes as the eventful days drew nearer and nearer. At last the
ordeals arrived and then passed, and while a few of us missed connections,
most of us bobbed up serenely for the second round,—we had finished the
first lap of our course.

But one sad event occurred to mar the term for us, that being the acci¬
dental death of our friend and class-mate, William D. Baker. "Billy,” as
he was familiarly known, was one of the prominent and popular men of the
class, and his death throws the one dark shadow on the otherwise pleasant
memories of our Tech life.

After our first experience with semi-annuals we breathed freer. Good
skating soon eased our minds, so sorely tried by the exams. Again we were
ready to get down to work; ready to strive on with Trig, and to puzzle out
Invent. Then we tried to jabber Dutch, but no ! Zelotes objects to that, so
we must say Deutsch, for "There is sometimes method in his madness.”

Our officers for this half were : H. E. Scott, President; A. F. Husse} r ,
Vice-President; E. E. Rich, Secretary; S. T. Willis, Treasurer.

At times we wandered up into the Free Drawing Room, at least enough of
us to remove all drawing boards from the rack. There Gladdy taught us
how to draw a tree, and gave us instructions as to our sketch books. Warm
weather arrived, down into the park we went to sketch the beautiful objects
to be seen there. Of course we never made any acquaintances while out
sketching, but at times a little coaxing was necessary to get a suitable subject.
Put took the Liberty to get some very good sketches of Clark University

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and other sights in the neighborhood of Beaver Street. May took less Lib¬
erty , so he was obliged to do his own sketching.

At an early date the class organized a base-ball team, under the leader¬
ship of Reb. The team was successful in games played with Hinman’s and
with Becker’s Business College. Then came the game with Ninety-
Eight. Our team so completely outclassed its opponents that the game was
not very interesting. The night following the game a huge monument was
erected to’98. This monument was appropriately adorned and then dedi¬
cated to the defeated Sophs. In the morning, black figures announced from
M. P’s barn the official score. And then—well, a newspaper article, a lec¬
ture from the Doc, resolutions by the class, and the barn was ready for the
next game.

Speaking of resolutions, that reminds us that in the secretary’s book we
saw something about some resolutions in regard to certain requests from
headquarters. From a note we learn that these resolutions were of the na¬
ture of a promise not to give H. C. S. any more free rides, or something of
that sort; memory fails us here.

With Sir Roger we visited Pero’s foundry, saw the flasks filled, and got
a few pointers in the art of shoveling sand. Then we wandered through
several of the neighboring shops.

When the athletic meet came off Ninety-Nine won many a point. Then
came the relay race with M. I. T. With Scott on the team, M. I. T. was
beaten in much better time than that in which she defeated us in Philadelphia.

That night M. P's wagon, wandered down into Salisbury’s Pond.
With Ikie’s advice and nine or ten hour’s labor, the wagon was again put
back into the barn.

Our annuals through with, many of us were so elated that we did not
stop to finish Summer Practice, but set out at once for our vacation.

Sopbomore H?ear.

The laying of the corner-stone of the second year of our incarceration
took place in the September of ’96.

We had learned a trick or two in our one year’s sojourn at the Institute,
and we started in with a pessimistic view of the catalogue and a belief that
there are .times when things are not what they seem. Many were the strange

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and portentious events which occurred during this span of our existence. We
had our troubles right from the start, and they continued coming in bunches
all through the year.

When we finished the freshman agony, we had flattered ourselves that
thereafter the sound of the grinding would be low and sweet, but alas ! In¬
stead of becoming a whisper, it developed into a most appalling roar, and we
found that to do the work required a large expenditure of time and much
agony of mind was necessary. One of the biggest burdens that we had to
buck against was that paralyzer of the jaw—Sci. Dutch. What a lovely
" mental stimulus” it was ! And how hard the Recording Angel must have
worked to keep track on what must certainly be a very dark and dingy page
of the remarks we were wont to make during our two-hour struggles with four-
hour stunts in this Rhombendodekaederdampfhulichnizt! To intensify our
sufferings, we were also given regular doses of Classical Dutch, under Prof.
Haynes, but this was not without its redeeming features, because the authors
studied had kindly sprinkled a few expressive swear words through their
text, thus giving us a chance publicly to express some of our innermost
thoughts on the dreary grind.

During the first term we encountered Johnny, in Descrip., and at once
grew to enjoy his recitations. His homely illustrations and attempts to
stretch our imaginations beyond the yield point by the use of transparent
quadrants made out of "my old corn-popper,” will never be forgotten, and
his cheerful smile as he rejected a problem or made one of his copyrighted
remarks on shoe leather and lead pencils, is stamped indelibly upon our
minds.

Of our enjoyment of Mechanical Drawing, which claimed a share of
our attention at this time, " much might be said on both sides,” a la Sir Roger
De Coverley. True it is that our ink seances in the top of the Mechanical
Labs did not prove to all to be Edens upon earth. Here much of our time
was spent in finding out from our neighbors how to do this or that, and in
erasing and doing over the work, which the Wanderer kindly informed us
after we had it all inked in, was wrong.

To form an adequate idea of the beauties of this work, one should inter¬
view the ’99 Chemists, who never tire of delivering eulogies in its memory
and in honor of the Man with the Hat.

’TECH. FROM THE EAST. BOYNTON HALL.

SALISBURY LABORATORIES. MAGNETIC LABORATORY.

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Along with Descrip, we took up Analytical Geometry, where we
learned the equations of various curves, and became excellent judges of shape
and form. In the interests of this branch we spent hours on the benches in
Elm and Institute Parks making mental notes on practical illustrations.

From the wood-room the majority of us, that is, the Mechanics and
Electrics, had graduated into the department of iron destruction, while the
Civils and Chemists retired to their respective dens, on practice days, to play
with their own peculiar toys.

By reference to the minutes of our class meetings which, by the way,
furnishes most enjoyable reading, we find that the officers for this term were :
C. E. Eveleth, President; C. J. Rebboli, Vice-President; H. M. Chamber-
lain, Secretary; and E. R. Johnson, Treasurer.

Early in the fall the usual cross-country runs took place, and Ninety-
Nine won them easily, for the second time, thanks to the class interest in
athletics at that period.

Later in the term our hard luck Hoodoo got in its good work. Nine¬
teen Hundred, at the instigation of our friends (?) from ’98, challenged us to
a cane rush. Recognizing that we were far outnumbered and that the
Freshmen had had a chance to organize and become acquainted, we never¬
theless accepted the invitation, and on the afternoon of the day set, after a
hurried consultation, donned our armor and proceeded to the seat of war.
Reb, Scott and Big Smith had been chosen to hold the cane for ’99, and
were pitted against three men from 1900, when, with the odds heavily
against us, we lined up opposite a howling, painted gang of Freshmen. At
the crack of the revolver we were knocked down to each other, and there
immediately followed a hot time. A gentle rain had been dropping all the
afternoon, with the result that Bliss field was in good condition for a naval
engagement or a duckery. The effect on the appearance of the combatants
can better be imagined than described. It was a truly grand and awful
sight. As the revolving mass of legs, arms, feet and faces cavorted "forth
and backwards” through the mire, breathing out buttons, hair, suspender
ends, belt buckles, and other articles of apparel all along the way, not to
mention choice epithets of various descriptions, the spectators were treated to
many amusing sights. On all sides human projectiles would shoot from the
seething mass, plough up several yards of mud with nose or other convenient

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corner of their body, only to rise again and assisting themselves by a grip
on somebody’s back hair, return into the swarm, carrying in larger and
larger increments of mud each time.

At the end of five minutes the revolver barked again, and when the last
Armenian returned to terra-firma, missing scrappers had been unearthed
from the mud, the little social scraps on the side had been squelched, and
the cane had been located with the aid of a crow-bar, it was found that ’99
had the greatest number of hands upon it. But alas, we were buncoed. It
was discovered that some of the ’99 men had tiuo hands upon the cane, and
the referee claimed that only one hand for each man could count, because
"that’s the way they did it when I went to college,” so the rush was awarded
to 1900, over our protest.

Along in October the great sound money parade occurred, and the
whole school, except Cole, participated. We did lots of walking that day
and made sundry noises. Bill Johnson created wild enthusiasm when we
passed Miss Kimball’s school, by calling for "three cheers for the illumina¬
tion on the right,” when he caught sight of a red-haired Venus on the bal¬
cony. Later on, McKinley caused us lots of trouble by getting elected.
We, in common with others, burned with a desire to celebrate. We didn’t
let the burning stop there, but ignited a few yards of fence and other inci¬
dentals one dark, damp night. The conflagration didn’t get very far, be¬
cause our dear friend, Mr. Chamberlain, was out watching the grass grow,
but its effect assumed gigantic proportions, and caused a general depression
and suspension of business on the part of some of us. It was decided that
we needed vacations. We got all that was coming to us. The documents
in the case offered much food for thought, in witness whereof we affixed
our names thereunto. We look back upon it as a sort of a nightmare, and
still doubt whether we are thorough believers in some of the doctrines enun¬
ciated at that time.

With their usual clocklike regularity, the exams rolled around again
in January, and the faculty got in a little gardening work, weeding us out a
trifle. Most of us, however, escaped the axe, and after we had got the
kinks out of the cold-gray matter in our brains, were back in our places
again to do or get done.

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Our studies continued much the same, with the exception that calculus
was substituted for analyt. Calc gave us that training so indispensable to
our next two years,—the art of doing integral work in differential time.

The officials delegated to serve during the second half were : S. S. Ed-
mands, President; W. E. Foster, Vice-President; A. N. Goddard, Secre¬
tary ; and E. R. Johnson, Treasurer.

A base-ball team was organized, and the class photo was taken. Inci¬
dentally our Descrip papers were bound, in order that they might be in good
borrowing condition for the mutual aid association of 1900, and committees
were appointed to make arrangements for our Half Way Thro’ Banquet.

3untor JPeau.

" Here we are, back again on the Hill, again to substitute books for
pleasure, and study for sleep. But we’re half way thro’, and who is sorry?
By Jove, we’re not, and down to Boston we’ll go to celebrate.” Thus thought
we, individually and collectively, in the September of ’97, as we took our
places at Tech as Juniors. And we did celebrate. We left Worcester in a
private car over the B. & A. on the afternoon of September the twenty-
seventh. Arrived at the Hub, the class divided into groups, some going to
the Zoo, more to inspect the sub-way, and others to various theatres.

About half-past ten the men began to stroll into the Quincy House,
where we were to banquet at eleven. No interference had been experienced
from other classmen, but on arriving at the hotel it was learned that during
the afternoon two "suspicious looking individuals” had inquired as to the
hour set for the feed. It was afterwards ascertained that the two "suspi¬
cious looking characters” were "Skate” Clark and Chamberlain, who had
gone to Boston in the morning. At eleven, all were seated in the banquet
hall. Boston seemed to agree with the appetites, but hungry as the men
were they could not refrain from stopping to look over the illustrated menu,
so exquisitely executed by the committee in charge. The repast being at
length finished and the inner man sufficiently satisfied. President Edmands
introduced Toastmaster Scott. Then followed the most interesting and
amusing part of the programme, things not to be repeated. After an appro¬
priate introduction, various of " de gang” furnished amusement till the wee
sma’ hour of three A. M. At the propitious hour, with our usual originality,

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we decided to hold a class meeting then and there and elect officers. The
following men were elected : President, W. M. Johnson ; Vice-President,
H. M. Chamberlain; Secretary, R. S. Lewis; Treasurer, A. S. Van Os-
trand. After transacting some minor business we adjourned, and left Bos¬
ton on the five A. M. train, finally turning up in Worcester a very seedy but
happy crowd.

In the class-room we lived in the realm of the Duke’s Mechanics, where
"We will now do the spring.” No, "We will do the friction circle.” "O !
I’m always doing things.” Then we got acquainted with "PolySci”;
learned why "You would not want to make steel rails of gold ”; why a high
protective tariff made the books in the supply-room much higher than they
were down-street; and why that, owing to the fact that some industrious
aborigines built a boat, our lesson was thereby made to extend over fifteen
pages. Then we were instructed in the methods of New York politics, and
learned why "Put” should be our next president. In the English class,
where " Luxury leads back to animal existence,” we were instructed not " to
read the newspaper more than ten minutes.” Away up there in the chemi¬
cal lecture-room we discovered how to get iron from charcoal, and how to
enjoy a nap during lecture and get "A” at the end of the term.

What a practical illustration and application of all metallurgical Lehr
und Kunst we enjoyed in that delightful new sand pile, just introduced in
Tech. There we saw the "re-heating process” carried on time and time
again. There we learned to juggle and load the flasks, and discovered a
process by which castings could be made without using a "gate.”

Now, turning to the secretary’s book, we discover some interesting bits
of classic literature. We learn that a committee was appointed to see if the
faculty would not give us examination papers in a more legible form. Then
another "committee was appointed to confer with his Royal Highness, the
Duke, in regard to the way Mechanics was going on.” Among other bits
of interest, we see that "VanAustin” was elected "Class Profit.”

When the dark, threatening war-cloud hovering close over our land
thundered for volunteers, Tech did not fail to respond. From among the
members of ’99, Lyman Bartlett saw service in Cuba, and at last accounts
Paul L. Clark was serving in the Philippines.

During the spring the class visited the electric power plants of the city,

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that it might see the " juice'’ made in large quantities. In the Park near the
light station, a fair maid awheel took a turn by the students. Presently "H.
B.” was minus a follower. The class also visited the Quinsigamond fur¬
naces, much to its interest and instruction.

In base-ball, "Ninety-Nine” did "Ninety-Eight” and was done by
" Nineteen Hundred.” As to other branches of athletics in the Institute,—
well, we do not recall anything of moment. Although we might make men¬
tion of the vigorous use of the " horse,” and the tremendous exertions during
Summer Practice, both of which diversions required a considerable brain as
well as muscle power.

We were very sorry to learn that our old friend " Mitch” was soon to
leave the " W. M. S.,” no longer to "chase heathens ” on the hill.

Our officers for the last half were: President, A. S. Van Ostrand ;
Vice-President, G. R.Vail ; Secretary, S. G. Luther ; Treasurer,T. C. Davis.

Senior l^ear.

Our vacation days flew by as swiftly as only one’s last summer vacation
at college can fly. On Sept. 14, at 4 P. M., we met for the first time as
seniors, in the old dingy chapel. The president greeted us with his most
gracious smile, and after a simple declaration of his joy at seeing us again,
dismissed us with a pat on the back and an injunction to be good and make
the most of our last year. We found that Currier was the only one missing
from the fold, and assumed that he was in Leicester killing sheep for their
wool. We were all in fine spirits, and pitched into work with a determina¬
tion to smash the record and other apparatus. We did not omit to assume
the pre-occupied dignified air of a Senior, and many a Freshman gazed on
us in awe as the possessors of all that is worth knowing. The class elec¬
tions resulted in the choice of C. J. Rebboli for President; H. H. Ferris,
Vice-President; S. R. Vail, Secretary; W. C. Shute, Treasurer.

Our courses now began to diverge very decidedly, as we were rapidly
initiated into the specialties of our chosen lines of work. The electrics and
mechanics still had much in common, but the civils and chemists lived, each
in a world of their own. We soon became accustomed to the new order of
things, took matters philosophically, and didn’t try to work more than 25 out
of the 24 hours each day. We allowed the Profs, to rage and tell us what

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we must accomplish, and make any requirements they chose. It never
troubled our sleep, or increased the profits of the Tech widow hash-houses.
But, to be a little more serious, we fully realized that our dear professors did
it all in the kindness of their hearts, and their desire to fit us to hold our own
in this busy world. We appreciated their efforts, and for our own sake tried
our best to acquire the true spirit of the engineer and man of science;
but many a time did it seem to us that it would have been just as well for
our digestion had we not been forced to swallow quite so fast. However, to
the honor of ’99, be it said that we never squirmed.

Shortly before the Thanksgiving recess, a few daring spirits attempted
to perpetrate a class dance. The majority of us looked upon the affair in
holy horror, and stopped grinding just long enough to hope it would fall
through. But, enough ! Some of us went, saw each other from a different
standpoint, had a good time, and tried to swallow our regret that all social
life at the Tech was dead.

The mid-years soon approached, but they possessed few terrors for such
a hardened crew as we. The once terrible exams claimed no victims.

The election of class officers for our last half aroused unusual interest, and
resulted in the election ofE.F. Gould, President; H. A. Clark,Vice-President;
A. C. Livermore, Secretary; S. G. Luther, Treasurer. This half-year
became noted for its hot class meetings. At the first meeting the usual
observation of class-day was abolished. The Worcester Spy (a so-called
newspaper) saw fit to grossly misrepresent our motives and actions in this
matter, and created among some people considerable excitement. It is not
necessary to go into details, and our opinion of the Spy and of the reporter
with the vivid imagination and vindictive heart would not look at all well in
print.

Commencement now began to loom upon our horizon. It was at this
time that Willis rose into prominence as chairman of the committee on ar¬
rangements for the baccalaureate sermon. Reb. invited us out to the
" Lodge ” to spend the day usually devoted to class-day exercises, and we
accepted in a hurry. We had our class pictures taken, voted to procure a
class "baby cup” (no handicap), appointed a Committee on Commence¬
ment, made arrangements for a class tree, challenged the faculty to base¬
ball, and did various other things that pointed unmistakeably to the speedy

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coming of the time when our four year’s course should end. We began to
be concerned about the final exams, about getting a job when we should be
through, and about the rate of growth of our moustaches. This is a chron¬
ology and not a prophecy, and therefore it cannot state how it all ended.
Doubtless we all passed the final exams, finished our theses, accepted our
sheepskins, and duly celebrated the occasion on the night of Commence¬
ment Day.

Four long years have we spent in this institution of learning. Half our
number have fallen by the wayside, but the "finest of the wheat” remains.
We have stood fast through many experiences, such as can be appreciated
only by one who has been through them himself. Many a pleasant time can we
look back to; but, on the whole, we have learned that the completion of a
course at the Tech is a serious matter, not to be accomplished by inspiration,
but only by constant and patient toiling. Much has occurred to bind us to¬
gether, much that never can be forgotten. Now we are going forth into the
world, some (the most of us, we hope) to places of great importance and
trust. Whatever our lot may be, let our ideals be always the highest, and
let us never forget to uphold the honor of our Alma Mater and dear old ’99.

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In the Quizah, in the Quizah,

There we stimulate our minds,

There we use imagination,

There we read between the lines.

In the Quizah—English Quizah,

There we feed on literatuah,

And no matter what the question,

Some one has it 1 am suah.

Was Macaulay such a warm lad
That he wrote a book on Burns?

Is the Winter’s Tale on icemen?

What’s the moral that one learns?

Where did Shakspeare put his Climax?
Did he smoke and chew it, too?

In the Present Crisis, Chandler,

What is lkey going to do?

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Was our friend old Chaucer tongue-tied?
Don’t you think his spelling nice?

Now then, now then, Mr. Luthah,
Where did Milton lose those dice?

Thus we pass the pleasant Quizah
Questions flying ’round galore,

Each one striving to bluff better
Than the one who bluffed before.

When we leave behind these portals,

Of at least one thing we’re suah:]j
We’ll have gained a vast experience
From the work in literatuah.

And we feel convinced, our future
Will be filled with pure delight,

For we’ve learned—a game of “jolly”
In whatever biz is (all) right.

personal Sketches of Class.

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Joseph P. Bartholomew, . . . . . $ r A, Mechanic.

Joe is one of the Connecticut contingent coming from the town of Bristol, which has a world
wide fame for cheap clocks. He has many of the Connecticut Yankee’s traits, is shrewd, tactful
and practical, a man of action rather than words; but he is not afraid to express his opinion just
because it may differ with another’s. Joe has made a specialty of English and has “made it his
own.” That brings out another of his qualities, good on the whole, of delighting in doing nervy
things, or at least doing them, whether from pure delight or not makes no difference, in the line
of sports he has never been prominent, but has played ball on the class-team and sails a yacht,
so ’tis said. Bart is considered to be “dead cute” by many and will be missed much after June.

Charles A. Burgess, ....... Electric.

Burgess w r as born in Hartford, Connecticut, in 1875 (Hartford stiil smiles at the thought
of it.) His preliminary education was obtained in the public schools of Hopedale, Mass.
Charles is a quiet and firm classmate who had rather be right than be President; patient as
Job, faithful in study, and loyal to his class. He can always be counted on to back any
school enterprise and we rejoice in his fellowship. The smiling countenance of Burgess was
one of the leading attractions of the Glee Club. We are not sure that he could sing, it was
his sweet smile and indescribable laugh that used to pull the crowds. Surely none of his
classmates will ever forget his laugh. It will linger in our minds in a delightful medley with the
duke’s straw hat, Kinney’s mustache and Rah Rah’s head.

Harry M. Chamberlain, . . . . . 2 A E, Mecanic.

A graduate and firm supporter of the Boston English High; was Vice-President of the class
for one term; played base ball on Varsity and class teams. His most enjoyable study during his
course was gas analysis; has no use for the fair sex, but may be found Saturday nights any¬
where on Main street between Easton’s and Lincoln square; was Assistant Business Manager of
the Class Book and did most of the Business Manager’s work. Will always be remembered for
his star game of base ball against ’00 in our Junior year. Is generally sick just before Examina¬
tions but always has a speedy recovery the day after they are over. Sported a fine luxurious
mustache when he first joined us, but shaved it off for some reason, probably because his
boarding mistress couldn’t supply him with a mustache cup. Thought he missed half the
benefits of his course in Metallurgy because he didn’t play tennis.

Harry A. Clark, . . . . . . 2 A E, Chemist.

The only Clark left in the class. Was accompanied by two other men of the same name
when he entered Tech, but thanks to his skill in pitching pennies, he came up “heads” in the
general Clark shake up, and still remains with us. Born Feb. 18, 1877, in Worcester, Mass.
Without doubt the best pianist in the Institute, also an expert at the song and dance. On
account of his shape, is always in demand as usher at Tech affairs. Has a wonderful affinity for
the fair sex towards which his valence is about five. Made a hit in his toast“The Ladies” at our
Half-way Thro’. Is responsible for the financial success of this book. At one time he thought
quite strongly of becoming a lawyer or judge, but has now changed his mind. During the season
of ’98, collected money for the so called “ Tennis Association.” Holds down first base on the
class team. His side wheel runs around the bases make up in speed what they lack in grace.
His special delight is a two hour scrap. Is now vice-president of the glorious class.

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C. Bertrand Coburn, ...... Mechanic.

A thoroughly good-hearted, sociable fellow. One of the youngest in the class but time will
eliminate his kiddishness of course. Bert is a Worcester man, entering Tech from the English
High School. He at once demonstrated his ability and was picked as a stayer. He is a good
mathematician and his vivid imagination was a great resource in English, although the human¬
ities were never favorites of his. His regular bouts with Mitchell did much to relieve the
monotony of shop life and showed him to be an expert at argumentation. He was one of the
“gang” which used to meet during the sophomore year to assimilate Dutch and other things.

Forrest W. Cole, ....... Mechanic.

Cole was born in Keene, N. H., in October ’76, but his home is in Worcester, and he was
one of “ de gang” which entered ‘Tech’ from ‘Worcester High.’ He has been conspicuous in
Y. M C. A. work as well as in asking questions; his “1 don’t see that” being a frequent
phenomenon. George Washington entered into partnership with him in the senior year, Cole
occasionally dealing out differential quantities of love, in return for which his partner presented
choice bits of popular songs in a cracked soprano, and joyfully did any odd job which Cole
might have on hand. He is inclined to confide his many joys, trials, and tribulations to rude and
unsympathetic ears,and has not had sufficient contact with world to have the corners rounded off,
but at heart is a good, well meaning sort of a fellow. His favorite study has been mathematics,
and his ambition is to succeed in life, which he will surely do, if Howe only continues singing to
him “ The Typical Tune of Zanzibar.”

Thomas C. Davis, ........ Civil.

Answers to “ T. C.” or Tommy. A steady man, practical, and has much of what Jinny
would call “bound-to-get-there-itive-ness.” He can make the thunder roll in an argument.
Athletics have always had an attractiveness for Tommy, and he has won many points for his
class. He would run just the same if he knew he couldn’t get better than tenth. Has done his
best to keep Livermore straight, and the two are often seen at Piedmont vespers. During the
senior year, Tommy has dwelt in the Salisbury Labs with Ferris; and so has seen a few phases
of human nature in the night. He is a good all-’round man, well liked by all, especially the girls.

W. Clifton Eddy, ........ Chemist.

Another of our Worcester boys. Usually very quiet, but his quiet, peaceful nature isn’t all
it’s cracked up to be. According to Prof. Cutler, is of a philosophical turn of mind. In conjunc¬
tion with Sanford, has a monopoly on the “ bummer rohrer ” room. The best apparatus maker
in the class—which is proved by the numerous applications for “that long tube” or “that
crooked neck flask” or “your ‘apparat’ ” for this and that. Can tell to a dot how much stress
a bridge can stand. With all his good qualities, he is a confirmed woman-hater, and we fear his
thesis was a deeply laid plot to beguile Worcester’s fair teachers.

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S. Sumner Edmands, ....... Electric.

From Kalamazoo, Mich. Having gathered all the available knowledge in his native state,
he moved to North Brookfield, Mass., where he decided it would “not be a bad idea,” to come
to Tech. He is known by all for his keen and jovial wit, and his negative way of expressing
things positive. He was condemned to be editor-in-chief of this book, and much of his spare
time this last term, has been spent in a still hunt on the trails of the various members of the
editorial gang. Our “Chauncy” is Foster’s guardian angel, delights in a scrap and is occa¬
sionally seen on the diamond. He is also one of the few non dormant members of the has
been tennis association, where his radical views on the theory of weed growing on a tennis
court caused considerable labor agitation. He thinks there is no brain work like mechanical
drawing, under Alton, and that true recreation may be found only in the blacksmith shop.

Charles E. Eveleth, ...... Electric.

Charles is a genuine New England Yankee, even though his birthplace does happen to be
Toungon, Burmah. Has lived most of his life in Massachusetts and came to Tech from the
Worcester Academy. He is one of those geniuses who can do anything he has a mind to try,
and is a star in electricity and photography; for proof of the last, it is only necessary to glance
at the half-tones in this book which are all from his negatives. Is one of the brightest as well
as one of the most popular men in the class. Made a most brilliant bluff in English Literature,
but isn’t sure whether he prefers the English or Valve Design. Was class president the first
half of the Sophomore year.

Herbert H. Ferris, ....... Mechanic.

Herbert was born in Greenwich, Conn., March ist, 1877. He is no relation to the man with
wheels. He is that tall youth with fair hair, blue eyes, and pink cheeks which change to a
brilliant crimson after one of his frequent “ breaks.” Prepared at Greenwich Academy where
he must have left many heart-broken damsels as he gets more mail than any six other men in
the class. Has been one of the watch-dogs of the Salisbury Laboratory. Lady visitors at the
building never fail to take a peep into his room, to see him doing his house work in negligee
attire. He says he does object to having six walk right in and make themselves at home. He
has made a profound study of character as found on the front steps in June. Ever since he
studied Poly Con he has wanted to be an “Entrepreneur, whose share in the product is not in
proportion to services rendered, is permanent, and is excessive.” Incidentally, he would like to
keep a few trotters. His favorite study is steam engineering, and he hopes to earn enough to
pay his board bills until he gets his snap job. Was vice-president of the class during the first
half of the Senior year.

Walter E. Foster, ....... Electric.

Popular in class and society, fond of any mild diversion, and knows a good thing when he
sees it. Walter was born in Harvard, Mass., and moved to Rochester, N- Y., where
his present home is. He entered St. Lawrence University, but couldn’t endure a co-ed. for more
than two years (the girls, you know), and so joined us in our Sophomore year, being attracted
hither by a statement in the catalogue that “special care must be exercised in regard to evening
entertainments, since at least five evenings a week ought to be devoted to the preparation of
lessons,” etc. Walter is a hard worker—when he finds it necessary and convenient—is not so
worse at a bluff, on a pinch, and can with great ease demonstrate that whatever is not, is, or at
least ought to be. He is fond of athletics, particularly tennis, and is always ready to “do”
Edmands at the latter game, instead of going to a lecture. Walter says his ambition is to marry
a pretty girl; with lots of money, but has not yet struck one of those desirable combinations
who would consent to such a negotiation.

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George A. Gabriel, ...... <J>TA, Chemist.

Alias Mr. Blair, alias Mr. Thorpe, was born in Charlestown, Mass., but at a tender age
removed to Worcester at the request of his parents. Is the storehouse of knowledge for the
chemists and also the lightning analyst of that department. Is not particularly fond of draw¬
ing nor of electricity but delights in reading “As you like it.” Has played on theclass base-ball
team and won points in the inter class sports and in the cross countries. Will probably make
his mark in life as an authority on iron and steel. Already has several new methods for
analyzing these products. Judging from his frequent visits to Vermont, we th'nk he must be
very fond of the maple sugar or of something sweet in that section of country. Has developed
a powerful pair of lungs by constant practice on his new lung tester. Expects soon to be able
to furnish compressed air for motor carriages- Is happiest when “jollying” some of his brother
chemists.

Archibald N. Goddard, ...... Mechanic.

Archie was born in Worcester, in November ’72, and has always lived in Massachusetts-
Archie came to “Tech” after a two year’s preparatory course at Mount Hermon, previous to
which he had spent six or seven years as an apprentice and journeyman machinist. Entering
with a hasty preparation, and handicapped in other ways, his success has proven that he is not
to be phased by ordinary obstacles. Even Baldy and his threatened condition could not induce
him to write an essay after he had decided to the contrary. He has figured prominently in Y.
M. C. A. work, held the offices of class secretary during the second half of the Sophomore year,
and boss of the Superheated Steam Fitters Union, and was a charter member of that defunct
organization “ The Beer Testers.” He has a faculty of forcibly expressing his opinions of
things which do not suit him, and is inclined to bite off much more than he can chew, but is
well liked by those who know him and will make a success of whatever he undertakes. He is
fond of Steam Engineering and of Mechanics, and will have reached the goal of his ambitions
when his salary is infinity and the exertion required of him is zero.

Edward F. Gould, ....... Electric.

This genial classmate of ours was born in Springfield, Mass., preparing for the Tech in the
public schools of that city. He is of a quiet disposition, pre-eminent in his studies, and fond of
music, being a star performer on anyone of his numerous varieties of banjo. He was one of the
main stays of the banjo club. Ned draws a little now and then, for proof of which, notice the
evidences of his skill on the pages of this book. He first became prominent in this line because
of some artistic midnight work upon ninety-eight’s gravestone. Ned is characterized by his
courteous and unpretentious manner, and is always in everything that is going. He is chief
editor of the Journal, and our last class president. He has been noted for his singleness of
purpose, but we mistrust that his purpose is not to remain single indefinitely.

Herman W. Haynes, ....... Chemist.

Known as “Hermes” by some, and as “Snorer” by others, especially by his own tribe, the
chemists. Although a member of that tribe, he does not show its peculiar characteristics, for
he is still uncorrupt and unsophisticated. Was born in Worcester in 1873, and in due time pre
pared for Tech at the Worcester English High School, and is taking a five year course of study
at the Institute. A very good student and rather quiet by nature. Has twice been president of
the Y. M. C. A. Is an enthusiastic devotee of Physics and Chemistry, also of German (after
the exam.) It is his “highest professional ambition, the one which hehas when his courage is
the greatest, to be a successful teacher in the best sense of that term, Jhat is, one who realizes
in a good degree the aim of a true teacher, the formation of character and the preparation of a
man for work in life, by the use of some department of knowledge as a tool, made effective by a
high personal character.” The tool he hopes to use would be the sciences of Chemistry and
Physics. “To aid in the progress of the world through the advance of science”, he “aspires to make
some original investigation, either of theoretical or practical value.” “Then, as a teacher”, he
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James F. Howe, ....... . Mechanic.

Better known as George Washington, hails from Chicopee Falls. James received this
rather striking title because of his intense interest during our Freshman year in the famous
George Washington Stamp Act, and thus, though unintentionally, yet none the less surely, placed
his nameon the roll of the world’s immortals. Among other characteristics by which his classmates
will long remember him is that expensive smile of complete satisfaction which illumines his
benign countenance after a star recitation; and also that foot-ball head of hair curiously coupled
with the fact that he never indulges in such spirt. Although not naturally athletic, he has
always entered the “cross countries” and would have won lasting fame for the class but for his
habit of not putting in an early appearance at the finish. He did, however, save part of the
class from disgrace in our Sophomore year by reciting from beginning to end, without a break,
that charming little story about science,“Obgleich-man-nicht-sagen-kann-das-die wissenschaft,”
etc. Favorite expletive when natural serenity of disposition is disturbed is “well, by jinks”!

Edmund R. Johnson, ....... Mechanic.

One of the youngest men in the class; also one of the most cheerful. He is never depressed,
in fact, except after dinner and before examinations. Willie came to us after a course at
Wilbraham having a strong sense of humor, and has been an active member of the Dix street
gang ever since. He loves to see things happen, and to read about them in the morning paper,
up to U. Baldo’s time limit. No one who had not studied bon-fires closely could have represented
one so truly upon our menu card. An indescribable abandon and spontaneity are characteristic
of all his doings. Last summer, he made a record in the sail-boat, for rapid manoeuvers. He
worked seventy-two hours once as a book agent, but believes that his talents are not in that line.
His literary, musical and artistic abilities are known and appreciated by all in the class. He
worked hard to make this book a success, and is responsible for a major part of the best that it
contains.

William M. Johnson, . . . . . </> r A, Mechanic.

Bill is our representative from Fitchburg. All classes have them, but we regard ours as the
onliest of the onlys. He was bred in old Vermont at a place called Windsor, removing to the
old Bay State to prepare for the Tech. He graduated from Fitchburg High School with the class
of ’95, and entered this haven of work with themiserablesof’99. Has been a prominent conspira¬
tor ever since. Started as a chemist, but joined the heathen in the Sophomore year. Can see a
joke a mile off and occasionally makes a jocular remark himself. Is one of the level headed
sharks of the class, and is always on hand when there is excitement brewing. Speaking of brew¬
ing, he was elected President of the United Brewery Refrigerating Testers, who didn’t test. May
be found on a New Worcester car every Wednesday night and generally wears a weary, worried
look Thursday mornings. Is an editor of the Journal and was Class President one term.

Clarence W. Kinney, ....... Electric.

All hail to the “gentleman from Tatnuck,” a six-foot delegate of the Worcester English
High School and a profound student in everything. Can give “Jinny” points in Civil Govern¬
ment any time, and finds a resemblance between George Eliot and the Washburn Machine
Shops. His recitations in English Literature were not only the envy of the class, but caused
Prof. Cutler to tear his hair in ecstacy. Has always managed the’99 ball team; however, his
athletic aspirations have never soared higher than skating at Institute Park. Is a most innocent
youth, and doesn’t have anything to do with the girls, but is very fond of carrying flowers to
the Natural History Museum, for analysis, so he says. Knows more about botany and nature
than anyone else in the school. Was an associate editor on the old W. P. L, which became
defunct within a year of his election, (we would state that there is no connection between these
last two facts), also our president the first half of the Freshman year. Although a past master
at the art of bluffing, and an anti-grind, is one of the best men in the class, and, if he does not
d cthe dt’s, will succeed.

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Ralph R. Knowles, ....... Electric.

What this is, is still a question. It is called ‘‘Rah, Rah” for short, a creator of negative
“pulls,” who occasionally naps during lectures. To his great praise we may say that “Rah,
Rah” is most proficient in one branch, namely:—heading “bolts,” under the five minute rule.
He has been known to study, but we recall Jinny’s advice: “Mr. Knowles, 1 commend the text
to you.” Knowles was born in Osage, la., in 1875, served a short sentence in the Worcester
Academy, and graduated from the W. E H S. with the class of ’94. He entered the Tech with
the class of’98 (enough!!) Knowles is rather fond of the girls, and reputed to cut much ice.
As an electrical engineer. “Rah Rah” has already made his mark, as some of the laboratory
apparatus can testify. Take him all-in-all, Knowles is a good-hearted, genial fellow, and a
loyal class-mate and friend.

Roy G. Lewis, ........ Mechanic.

A quiet, studious fellow from Fall River, who never failed to get an A in shop, and knew
more about gas engines than any other man in the class. When a freshman he once figured
prominently as a strong affirmative in the debate “Should Corporal Punishment be Abolished
in the Public Schools? ” His favorite pastime was skating on Salisbury Pond where he cut lots
of ice both literally and figuratively. Helped whittle shavings for a big event in our Sophomore
year, and enjoyed a brief vacation with the other participants for so doing. On Saturday
evenings he could generally be found pressing brick on Main street. During the last year,
developed quite a musical talent and a luxuriant mustache.

Arthur C. Livermore, ....... Civil.

Another of Prof. White’s wild indiuns. Comes from the town of Holyoke, and says there
isn’t another place in the state that can equal it. Is a strong pillar at Piedmont Church,
although the loadline is a little outside the middle third. His skill with a pencil is evident from
a glance at some of the illustrations in this book. He would rather draw maps than write
essays, and does not like English dead or alive. Chemistry was one of his “strong points ”
Loves to borrow and will surely get on well. Was especially good in wood butchery, under Sir
Roger and his works in the civil department, especially maps, are models of neatness.

Stephen G. Luther, ....... Mechanic.

Steve was born in the fall of ’76, at Tiverton, R. 1 . After graduating from the Fall River
High School, he got an ambition to go through Tech. He appeared on the scene of our un¬
dreamed of toil, with a luxuriant auburn mustache and a congenial disposition. His good
nature and common sense won him friends right away. He secured an engineer’s license at the
end of the Sophomore year, and has filled the position of stationary engineer during vacations.
Last October Stephen surprised us all by getting married, and we think he ought to be scratch
man in the cup contest. Has been secretary of the class, and is well liked by all who know him.

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Fred. W. Putnam, .Electric.

“Hem”! I am Fred Putnam, born in Webster, Mass., near lake Manchaug-a-gog-a-gog-a-
gogity-gogity-gog in 1877. 1 attended Webster High School for a consideration and later

became shipping clerk in Putnam’s Box Shop. In this capacity I shipped myself to Worcester
by mistake, and was engaged as Special Electric and manager of the Glee Club at the Tech. 1
have always wished to be an instructor in mathematics at some college and finally a professor of
electrical engineering. My specialty on my voice is “Marching to the front,” especially at cane-
rushes. Put. is a remarkable lad in many ways, and we are proud to have had him with us.

Charles J. Rebboli, . 2 A E, Mechanic.

Reb is a native of Worcester, series of 1876, and has been one of the Pleasant street land¬
marks ever since. Attended the Worcester Grammar Schools when still a child, and took a
special course in foot-ball at the Classical High, incidentally preparing for Tech. Is one of the
pillars of the class both physically and intellectually and has played on the varsity foot-ball and
base-ball teams and banjo club. Was a member of the star battery when ’98 met its base-ball
Waterloo, and held one corner of the cane in the cane rush. Has given the class much good
advice at critical points in its history, and has been its president and served on many of its
committees. Is modest in manner, and can see the humorous side of things. He has also
successfully piloted the Tech foot-ball team thro’the rocks and shoals of the shallow financial sea,
as manager.

Karl B. Reed, . . . . . . 2 A E, Mechanic.

Karl is an honorary member of that exclusive circle composed of those fortunate beings who
are able to recognize a good thing at a glance and to make use of it as well. That he is a con¬
genial classmate, none will dispute. Because Karl sings in a church chorus is not sufficient
reason to account satisfactorily for his intimate knowledge of all the latest coon songs, but that
may be cause for his putting a respectable “Amen” on the end of each rag-time ditty. For variety
sketch teams of great renown, none can equal that of the ’99 Mechanics; Friars, Johnson, E. R.
and Reed, K. B. Karl is much interested in “thermo” and steam engineering generally, and
is contemplating a P. G. course in the same at the Institute. He has developed lately into a reg¬
ular grind, but it is not entirely his fault. He diagnosed the case of a chronically sick gas
engine for a thesis; and finally succeeded in running the same belted to the power shaft.

Ernest E. Rich, ...... General Scientific.

This is “ Tony,” rich in his name and rich in his color, loved by all (ladies not excepted).
He was born in Tatnuck where he received his early education, graduated from the Worcester
English High with the class of ’95. Hailing from Tatnuck, afar, Rich has not been with us
outside the Tech as much as we could wish, but it is rumored that he cuts huge blocks of con¬
gealed moisture when at home. He has usually associated with the chemists, but, thank
heaven ! he has never acquired those qualities which so notoriously distinguish the chemists
(we will not describe them further as we, like Baldy, abhor sensationalism). Profoundly wise
in history, at times he has given points to a certain instructor in “Dutch.” How often our
sagacious and bold General Scientific has marshalled us through an English “quizzah”, and to,
Baldy, he has even the nerve to retort “what you said in your last lecture did not have the least
effect on my opinion,” and, strange and indescribable as it may seem, this would not be because
he had slumbered peacefully or prepared his lessons for the week during said lecture. Tony has
always been prominent in his class and is one of the guiding lights of the Y. M. C. A. He
intends to make teaching his profession and we trust that, if he gets into a girl’s seminary, the
girls will not try to jolly him. Rich is one of our star artists and his posters are highly
esteemed. The Gibson girl is not in it at all with the Rich girl.

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Albert D. Sanderson, ....... Civil.

Putting it mildly, Sandie is the hardest grind in the class. He is somewhat of a hermit, and
few outside of the Civiis feel that they are well acquainted with him. Tech has had quite a few
contributions from Conway in times past, but here we have a “masterpiece.” He is one of the
best informed divinity students at the school and promises to rival Bob Ingersoll, in whom he
believes. He hasn’t cut a recitation during the four years, nor a lecture, not even one of Baldy’s
“swillibi.” Is sure of being one of the first six, and deserves it. Generally arguing with Scott.
“My ambition,” says Sandie, “is to be at the head of my profession and to be eminent in science
and mathematics; my favorite study is mathematics.” Sandie burns his candles at both ends
and in the middle, but he has a fine record as a student, and a constitution that will stand much
hard work.

George R. Sanford, ....... Chemist.

Hully gee, sine theta, this is Sanford the chemist, alias “Smutty”. He possesses all the
chracteristics of a true chemist. The noisiest man in the class. His combination clog-clatter,
finger-snapper, vocal whistle can be heard anywhere in the Salisbury Lab. Vies with Gabriel
in breaking apparatus and spilling solutions. Failing in an attempt to blow up the labs by the
explosion of a Casins’ tube, he tried, within three days, to poison us all by shooting prussic acid
all over the room and onto the ceiling. Attends Central Church. His report cards show a
plentiful supply of A’s and B’s, and he has even got A in Drawing and in English. Has never
been known to smoke but still is quite a warm boy.

Harry E. Scott, ......... Civil.

Harry comes from the jumping-off place, Sheffield, Mass., which probably accounts for his
great jumping proclivities. Most of his summers have been spent on a farm, which accounts
partly for his great love of nature. Came to Tech from the Westfield High School where he
formed a Damon and Pythias friendship with Shute. Is in about everything going; it will be
remembered that for being present at the McKinley celebration and illumination on Bliss’ field,
Scott and Shute were made class martyrs. Harry studies a great deal and is correspondingly
good in his lessons; takes great delight in beating Sanderson, and the two furnish much amuse¬
ment for the rest of the Civiis. Will undoubtedly be one of the first six. Has always been
prominent in class and school athletics, both on the track and relay teams. Played in the Tech
Banjo Club, was chosen president the second half of the Freshman year, also president of the
W. P. I. A. A.

William C. Shute, ........ Civil.

Willie was born in Westfield, Mass., and has lived there as much as he could ever since.
He generally comes down to Tech for a few days in the middle of the week. Is a member of the
23 Highland street gang, and has always managed to be in about everything in the way of a
good time. Helped win the cross-country championship in our Freshman year, finishing sixth in
the series, and has always supported athletics. He has an undying love for English Lit, and U.
B., and to hear him sound their praises is a cure for ear-ache. Has been a great favorite with the
girls; but is soon to follow Luther’s lead. His fiery disposition became known to the faculty during
the fall of ’96. The Doc said Bill’s curve went through Bliss field, and gave him a furlough of
eight weeks, so that he could hunt partridges with Scott. He came back greatly improved. His
ambition is “to beat Sanderson” and his favorite study is nature. During the Sophomore and
Junior year, Bill did excellent work as leader of the Banjo Club.

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O. P. Tyler, . . . . . . . 2AE, Electric.

Answers to the name of Ollie, O. P., Oppy, or anything else. Hails from Milford. Never
uses Pears soap before 8.30 A. M. Has a choice collection of photos in his room—cousins, etc.
He has played on the base-ball and foot-ball teams, and is one of the best tennis players in the
Institute. Ollie has developed quite a bit in some directions during his stay at the Tech; and
among other added accomplishments, is that of smoking a pipe, which feat, thanks to patient
practice, he now performs very skillfully. He and Willis formed a very strong combination in
the electrical department, and hold the record for greatest amount of work accomplished in
shortest time. Ollie is noted for his even disposition and winning ways. He is always ready
for a scrap or anything else that comes his way.

Guy R. Vail, ........ Mechanic.

Guy was born in the vicinity of Rutland, Vermont. After preliminary training in public
and private schools of that town, Guy assumed the burden of student life at Tech, along with
the rest of the crowd from Worcester Academy. His being a day student at that stronghold of
learning, accounts for his quiet and unassuming ways. Since the battle of Manila Bay, Guy
acknowledges Vermont as his home state, and though he strenously denies having painted the
Green Mountains, yet he says he knows who furnished the paint. He has always fostered
globe-trotting propensities, and has divided his twenty-three years of existence between Vermont
and Massachusetts. Although inclining more towards mechanics, Guy had a slight leaning in
the direction of thermo and would have been a willing amalgamate of the Brewery Testing Trust,
but desiring something feasible and for other reasons, took a thesis with the Duke. His early
training in the army of workers began at counter jumping in his father’s corner grocery at
Rutland. Later he took a course at belt shifting and contouring wrench shanks at the Coes’
Wrench Shop, Worcester. He graduates from the mechanical engineering department, and
towards the last part of his course became quite popular, holding the position of class secretary,
and also serving on the class-day committee.

Arthur S. Van Ostrand, . . . . . 2 A E, Chemist.

Known to us as “ Van.” Hails from the thriving metropolis called Millbury. Received his
preparation for Tech at the Millbury High School. Wanted to be a friend of Dr. K’s so took ihe
chemistry course. Very popular man in his class and was president for one term. His finest
piece of work during his course was a preparation of a 98% H N O3, the result of which will
probably appear in all the German magazines. Can defeat the whole chemistry class in debates
on Organic subjects. Will make a success in the world if he doesn’t get married too soon.
Wrote our Class Prophecy. Wrote a remarkable essay on “Alliteration in Everyday English,”
every word of which pleased Prof. Cutler, except his allusion to the Seven Sutherland Sisters’
Hair Restorer. Would like to teach chemistry in any large girls’ college.

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Albert C. Vinal,.Electric.

Born in Westboro, Mass., June 23, 1877. Prepared for the Tech at Worcester Academy.
Has always lived in Westboro, and has to go home nights now to escape the snares of a large city
like Worcester. Is one of “de Y. M. C A. gang,” has been superintendent of the Sunday
School at home, and stumped his native town for no license. Takes the electrical course and is
fond of trying things in the laboratories just to see what will happen; Burgess, his lab. partner,
carries a heavy accident policy. Vinal eats his dinner with the degenerates in the basement, but
often used to forget his dinner for the sake of a quiet chat with “Jinny” on the Purification of
Politics or anything else. Likes all the girls he ever knew, especially fair summer boarders
whom he initiates into the mysteries of the country. His favorite study is mathematics, but
likes them all pretty well. Says he always fancied he would like to try a little Psychology,
Christian Science, Faith, and Keeley Cure. He has the same sort of love for Chemistry that
he has for A L S. Has always been fond of running; helped to bring the cross-county banner
our way, and has been on the intercollegiate and class track teams. Was class secretary in
the Freshman year. His ambition is “to be an honorable man and one who shall be a help to his
fellow men; to have success in some branch of engineering with a salary of $600.”

Samuel T. Willis, . . . . . . 2 A E, Electric.

“Sam” or “Saint” Willis was born in Braintree, Mass., June 25, 1878. His birth was the
most important event in his life but we have never forgiven him for it. His life before coming
to the Tech was a busy one. His time was spent chiefly in living, breathing, eating and smok¬
ing; as a side issue, however, he studied a little so that he could go through Tech without
working. What he learned at the Worcester English High has lasted him all tire way through,
under Sam’s judicious management. He is a shark in mathematics, and by using his head for
a slide-rule can do sixteen difficult problems in Calc, or Analyt. on the back of a postage stamp.
Is an electric and had great sport in lab, short circuiting 500 volts and burning out an occasional
fuse. One of our best men in athletics; he was found on the cane after the rush, pitched on the
class base-ball nine, and played on the foot-ball teams of ’96, ’97, and ’98. Was an active
member of the Tech Bonfire Association and a candidate for editor of the class book. Sam
claims that his favorite study is “Er, er, er, English Liter-a-chure.” This is merely a guess on
his part for he never studied anything. When Sam’s ambition materializes and he becomes a
bachelor millionaire, we hope he will give W. P. 1 . a gymnasium and a well stocked library of
cribs. He broke the monotony of the “Half-way Thro’ ” by calmly lighting a cigarette. When
he gets his million we are going to have (at his expense) reunions which will not be slow, as
Sam is one of the popular and sociable men of the class. Saint’s character is shown by the fact
that he was unanimously chosen as chairman of the committee of Baccalaureate Sermon.

N. B.—Sam is not a grind.

Pliny W. Wood, Jr., . . . . . 2 A E, Mechanic.

Pliny is another of our Worcester representatives. He should not be blamed for that, how¬
ever, as it is not necessarily his choice. He knows of other places not over six hundred forty-
three miles away, that would make just as pleasant winter resorts as the above mentioned village.
From frequent visits to one place in particular, Pliny has learned just which inn is ///<? hotel of
the town, and he invariably stops there. There is no need of mentioning “her” name, Sammy
Willis might get jealous. Pliny and Karl Reed are quite intimate, they living somewhere over
in North-East Worcester. About twice a day they have a regular cake-walk to see who will get
home or away from Tech first. Karl usually wins out by two good-sized feet. “Plin” is
pretty warm stuff when he gets going, and is withal a steady, conscientious student, without
being a “grind;” seems to prefer to let the other fellow do the talking. He is musical to the
extent of having played some position on the crack ’99 banjo club, commonly advertised as the
Tech Banjo Club, and has played on the class base-ball team.

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past Members.

Baker, William J., Jr.

Deceased Dec. [4, 1895.

Will was a product of the Worcester High School, and was one of the most popular men we had.
He was smart and bright and always had a pleasant word for all. Was our pride in the cross-country
runs, and it was by his efforts that ’99 won the banner in our Freshman year. He was also a good foot¬
ball player. Just as everything seemed bright in his career, we were shocked to learn of his death by a
drowning accident at North Pond; a death which robbed his family of a noble son and the Class of ’99 of
a loyal member. Hut even death cannot take from us the warm place which he won in our hearts, al¬
though he was with us but so short a time.

Bartlett, Lyman

Lyman did not come to Tech through any choice of his own, but made the best of his time while he
was with us. Graduated from the Worcester High School in the Class of ’95. Did not consider 10$ cut in
recitations sufficient, so cut over as soon as possible. Decided to take a vacation after our Freshman mid¬
year exams. Little later went to work for Washburn & Moen. Went to Cuba with the 2nd Mass. Volun¬
teers and survived the struggle. Is now again in the employ of Washburn & Moen Mfg. Co.

Blake, Walter D.

Walter came from Springfield, and was one of our best Civils during the Freshman year. He had to
leave us during the Sophomore year on account of his father’s death; but is still sticking to civil engin¬
eering.

Clark, Harold H.

Hailed from Ellsworth, Maine. One of the most popular men of the class, but remained with us
only two years. Although light in weight, he possessed the "bulldog’’ tenacity and steadfastness of a
true athlete. Always ready to earn points for his class,—did good work in the cross-countries and played
a star game in the ’99 vs. ’98 base-ball contest. Boarded in Westboro, and consequently his social life with
the boys was rather limited. All regretted this fact. Had a fondness for mathematics and German, and
his frequent quotations from “Ekkehard” were always apt and entertaining. Partial to drawing on
account of his artistic taste. Did superb work in Sir Rodgers department, and in the machine shop was
one of Mitchell’s “ right-hand men ”, contributing much to the box under the stairs. Mitchell very often
expressed the regret that there was no agricultural department connected with the Institute, for which he
thought Clark especially adapted. Their story-telling was always reciprocal. Was very fond of pro¬
pounding hard questions to Joe Beals. After leaving us, he entered the class of ’99 of the University of
Maine, from which have come good reports of him.

Clark,Paul L.

Former Civil. Pete came from Washington, D. C. There was something about him that reminded
you of an Indian. He liked big pow-wows, war paint and red fire. We shall always remember his famous
announcement in-class meeting: “ Gentlemen, I painted the barn at twelve, last night! ” Decided to take
his name off the Doc’s paper, so that he could get a vacation. One might imagine that Pete stood too near
the fire in his youth and warped his legs; but he says, “ No, it is the way my pants are cut.” When last
heard from he was in Manila, where he went when the Tech became too slow for him.

Currier, Herbert E.

Joined the class at the beginning of the Junior year and remained with us two terms. One of those
jolly thick-set fellows, not at all pessimistic. Took things as philosophically as “ Deac ” does. Sat in the
famous front row in Poly Con, where daily recitations were wont to be made; and, although coming from
the country town of Leicester, he explained very carefully one day the necessity of killing the sheep in
order to get the wool. Sang in the Glee Club, and always enjoyed the “ out-of-town trips.” Had a fond¬
ness for the ladies, but didn’t consider himself any the worse for that,

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Curtis, James H.

Curtis came to us from Leicester Academy, and took an active part in athletics of all kinds, much
more so than he did in his studies, and to our regret he could not remain with us beyond the Freshman
year. He joined 1900, and has since left the Tech. Was a quiet fellow and well liked.

Farwell, Oscar J.

Farwell was a wonder (not because of quickness). The walking cyclopedia of the class. Aeon-
firmed and chronic grind, but he met his Jonah in shop practice and mathematics. His command of the
English language far surpassed even that of our honored professor. His compositions were models of
beauty and elegance of form, worthy to be called classics. Knew more history than all the rest of the
class put together, and it is said on his own authority that Jinny dare not correct his mistakes. He left
us at the end of the first year and now is seldom seen about the city, although living in the outskirts.

Grazier, Ralph C.

Braved it out safely for two long years but, when Big Smith left, thought he needed another man to
run Cornell, and so, hand in hand, they departed. Played on the ’varsity base-ball team, and was an ex¬
pert at throwing balls, pennies, dice, or any old thing. His eyes never failed him on account of over
study, nevertheless his ability to “read between the lines” was of inestimable value to him; and his
translations in Dutch were simply marvelous. Was something of an actor, or at least has several times
been in the same house with an actor. While with us he was known as an interpreter of “ As You Like
It.” We hear he is working hard at Cornell.

Hall, Samuel F.

Sam hails from Fishkill-on-the-Hudson, which, no doubt, accounts for his aquatic proclivities. He
attended several varieties of school in his youth, and finally entered Tech with ’99. He was one of the
language fiends of the class, his stronghold being Dutch, in which he was Hussey’s instructor. He used
to spend his spare time, when in the wood-room, constructing speed skates (not the Mechanic Street vari¬
ety) of prodigious length, and he created a tremendous impression on the ice of Salisbury Pond while
experimenting with them. He was a member of the famous ’99 all star base-ball aggregation in our
Freshman year, and assisted in the orgies after the ’99-’98 game. Owing to a misunderstanding with
himself he left us in our Sophomore year, and has since been trying to enjoy life, Libbey and the pursuit
of happiness with the class of 1900.

Graffam, Walter S.

Had the misfortune to “ sever his connection ” with the class at the end of the Sophomore year, be¬
ing handicapped by insufficient preparation. Is now a member of the class of 1900. A hard worker. Had
a master mechanic's hand, and did excellent work in the shop; while there establishing, with about a
half-dozen more, a claim on Tony’s banquet lamp. Very retiring by nature, but has a good word for
everyone. Through all his trials and tribulations has retained his former loyalty to dear old '99.

Hastings, Harry L.

Thought he would be a mechanic with ’98, but the slimy, sticky, grimy, greasy deposits on his
clothing were not to his liking, and he joined our ranks. Among people of his own sex, Clark held the
place nearest his heart. Can tell as good a story as the next man. Knew the good points about a horse,
and is now putting them to practical use in the manufacture of horse furnishings. While on a trip to
England captured a mermaid, whom he has taken into his family.

Hilbert, Charles W.

Charlie was a member of our class for two years, then concluded he preferred 1900’s society, but was
not satisfied with them, so finally gave it up. Though not what you would call a “ grind ", could do well
when he tried. Was always smiling and pleasant, and we were sorry to lose him.

Hitchcock, Raymond H.

One of the famous Chicopee delegation and popularly known as “ Crazy.” I wonder why? Was cer¬
tainly crazy over the girls, only he wouldn’t use any discrimination. Never went to the theatre more
than eix times in any one week. Became tired of ’99 after the first year and tried 1900, but they sickened
him so that he left entirely and started in to learn the machinists’ trade.

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Hussey, Albert F.

Got his preparation for Tech at the Worcester Academy. Was especially fond of shop practice, and
could make the most noise with the least exertion. Was the first man in the class to put a paper collar on
the dynamo armature, and for this and many other reasons was a great favorite with Sir Roger—I don’t
think. Was captain of our Freshman foot-ball team that didn’t play '98 because it rained. Noted for his
cheerful habit of telling fairy tales about the girls he never knew. Left us in our Sophomore year, by
special request. He formed a matrimonial alliance in Providence, and at last reports Bert and the family
were doing nicely.

Johnson, J. Lovell

Began his career in Tech as a member of ’98, but soon found that class too slow and joined '99. Had
a great weakness for studying—everything but lessons. Was considerable of a bicycle rider. After
staying a short while with ’99 decided there was more money in the bicycle business than studying at
Tech. When last heard from he was helping run the Johnson Bicycle Co. in Fitchburg, Mass.

Kent, Arthur A.

“ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.

It is high; I cannot attain unto it.”

—Ps. 139: 6.

Mr. Kent, of the Kent Electric Co., sojourned with us for the space of one term, during which time
he held the purse of the class. Either the duties and cares of this office were too burdensome, or his out¬
side electrical work too engrossing, for he failed to appear at recitations after the mid year exams. More
self-confident than ever in his ability to bluff, he entered the Class of 1900 in the following year; and, of
course, his relations with us became more or less indirect. His bluffs worked well for a time (as might
be expected in a class of bluffers) but they didn’t “ score points ” on the exams, and now Arthur devotes
the most of his time to the affairs of his companv. A good natured fellow with a pleasant smile. May be
seen at his best Sunday evenings at Piedmont Church receiving the offering and (he fondly imagines) the
admiration of the young ladies.

Knowlton, Wallace J.

A good-natured though sleepy individual from the town of Bondsville, who knew how to work but
wouldn’t, and so succumbed at the end of the first year. Was exceedingly innocent and guileless, and
“ when he left the village he was shy; but alas and a'ack ”, a short acquaintanceship with Peck initiated
him into the wiles of the wicked world and well, so much for that. Was somewhat of a bicycle rider
when in school, and when last heard of was selling wheels.

Lee, George W.

An outcast from the Civils of ’98. Wore his hair foot-ball fashion. He used to tell Conant: *' I think
I can do them all ”, but sometimes had to change his mind When last heard from was looking for a job.

Lyon, Howard C.

One of Chicopee’s exports. North Street was his favorite haunt during Freshman field practice.
Knew how to kindle .a fire in the rain, but couldn’t see enough things in space to suit Johnny, and there-
/ fore left us in our Sophomore year.

Matthews, George R.

Didn’t come to Tech because he had to, and he left because he wanted to. Might have been a star
in Invent, but always ” took the problem another way." His original method of making C S2 by passing
carbon vapor over heated sulphur, gave Danny a shock, from which he has hardly recovered. The only
man in the class that ever raised his mark by one of Dr. Jenning’s written quizzes. George R. stayed
with us and then graduated with a degree found neither in the catalogue nor on the thermometer.
Amused us during the Freshman year by a spirited scrap with Gabriel.

Olds, Albert W.

Olds was with us for two years. He acquired the name of high per-bowl in his Freshman year by
his original pronunciation of hyperbole. A1 hailed from the fair city of Hartford, but knew the way to
Wellesley. He was an enthusiastic yachtsman, and liked to tell of his hair-breadth escapes from a
watery grave. While here, Olds chummed with Vail and Coburn, and it was always a source of regret to
us that he did not bring some of his salt water up to feed Coburn on. Olds left us at the end of the Soph¬
omore year to go to Sheffield Scientific School,

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Palmer,Frank E.

Came to us from Norwich, Conn., but did not stay long enough for us to become well acquainted.
Palmer is quite a musician, however, and he is said to have played the piano at the old Front St. Musee
during one winter.

Peck, Edward M.

Came from Monson, and stayed about two years with us. Was a hot sport, and finding the place too
slow, was induced to leave the school. Used to work an admirable game of bluff.

Smith, Milton A.

May is a native of Princeton, Mass., but removed to Worcester, passed through the public schools,
and graduated from the High School with the crop of '95

He entered Tech with ’99, and sojourned with us till the end of the first half of the Junior year. Was
one of the best and most original yarn spinners in the class, which undoubtedly was the means of obtaining
him his present position with the Draper boom Works of Hopedale. He and Harold Clark could have
given Baron Munchausen a handicap and then had a walkover at the finish. His stories and fairy tales
helped us to while away many a pleasant hour in the wood room between intervals of work. He also
used to amuse the class by his highly dramatic sight reading of Ekkehard Wallenstein's Tod, etc., and in
Invent, he was never at a loss to produce extra solutions, while his novel and ingenious manipulation of
Descrip problems were a never ending source of surprise to Johnny. He occupied a position on the Edi¬
torial Staff of this volume up to the time of his departure, and was also concerned in the perpetration of
the m6nu cards for the Half Way Thro’ banquet. He is at present occupying a lucrative position, appear¬
ing only occasionally in his old haunts, and he has the best wishes of his classmates for his future pros¬
perity and success.

Smith, Sherman E.

A merry six-foot Missourian, known as "Big Smith” Up to all sorts of deviltry, but well liked by
all. The very mention of his name calls up many a pleasant recollection. He was the very life of foot¬
ball and base-ball, and a star man in each. Many a victory was due to his skill and enthusiasm. He
found his studies a bit steep, and after the Sophomore year entered Cornell, where he is said to be doing
well.

Synyer, Clifton B.

One of the few men who had good judgment enough to leave ’98 and join ’99. Had a great faculty
of getting through the year without sitting up till one o’clock each night studying. Prepared for Tech at
Williston Academy. Was captain of 2nd Eleven in 1896. Was afraid his health would be impaired if he
went to school too long, and so left school in ’97. Is working for the Hey wood Bros. & Wakefield Co., in
Chicago.

Traill, William R.

Traill was Spencer’s only representative in the class. He helped us defeat ’98 in our Freshman
base-ball game. Bill found his studies somewhat of a bore, and joined 1900, where he wouldn’t have to go
so fast, and still remains with them. Bill is a jolly fellow, and has many friends in ’99.

Valdivieso, Enrique P.

The nearest approach we ever had to a real live Spaniard, though he only came from Ponce, Porto
Rico. A regular indian, and a great frequenter of the Bay State. Noted for his star recitations in Chem¬
istry, but his strong point, as far as English was concerned, was swearing, in which he attained great
fluency. Deft after the first semi-annuals.

Vinton, Louis A.

This was the man who wouldn’t crib. He generally came late to recitations, but could hustle in a
cross country run. He was liked by all, and stayed with us till the Senior year.

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Sbe Sab Stors of Millte anb Mow Me Mao

ftecben Hwap-

Willie was our little wonder
Just before he went to Tech,

Now our hopes have gone to thunder,—

Willie soon became a wreck.

First he got the logarithms
—Got to seeing things in space.

Then pronouncing Sci Dutch, gave him
Convolutions of the face.

From the draft on freshman patterns,

He got cold—while monkeying ’round,

From a Wheatstone bridge he tumbled—

In the current nearly drowned.

In the foundry he was throttled
Trying to drink sand from a flask,

And he ground—in the machine shop
’Till the grindstone went to smash.

Then he went to taking moments,

And indulged in too much 7r,

And with Bryce disease he suffered
When he tackled Poly. Sci.

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And his thoughts got stalactitic,

And his tuyeres filled with sand,

Then he went to smoking blow-pipes
When he left the German band.

Soon we knew his case was desperate
For he got the latent heat,

And he rode his Otto cycle
Till, at last, he couldn’t sleep.

Then he got the hysteresis—

That was just a year ago,

And a bad attack of thesis
Was the final, fatal blow.

And one day while he was working (?)

In the shop he loved (?) so well,

(The class-book manager asked him for five dollars, it
was too much, so)—

Beside his lathe he fell.

As we poured a can of lard oil
O’er his smutty, homely face,

Slowly he began reviving,

Silence reigned throughout the place.

As he pointed, smiling sweetly,

To his overalls of blue (?):

“Take this uniform to mother,”

Whispered he, — “I trust to you.”

“Tell her that 1 did my duty,

That they ne’er were washed,—no
Even tho’ Mitch asked and ordered
1 would never let them go.”

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“If she delves beneath the filings
And the oil, a foot or so,

She will find the honored blood stains,

They were made four years ago.”

“Ah! How well I can remember
On the wood 1 led the attack,

And my chisel slipped and ripped me
Most completely up the back.”

“Iam going now, my comrades,

For I do not care to stay,

Please to plant me ’midst the Green Fields
Of Vir-.”

At this point the muse was struck by the northeast corner of something
having “the graceful contour of a brick.” She mews no more. For further
information concerning the sad end of the gentlemen in question, see Trans.
Amer. Society, Min. Eng. Volume XXXIV, No. 42. Pages 643-1906.

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Characteristics.

Piety.

Self

Esteem

Ambition.

Cheek.

Sociability.

Pugnacity.

i

Pluck.

Veracity.

Industry.

Bartholomew.

10

50

60

75

65

85

75

10

40

Burgess.

75

50

70

0

30

0

10

25

70

Chamberlain.

15

80

70

80

25

85

75

10

45

Clark .

10

15

60

75

75

80

80

15

55

Coburn .

5

95

70

100

60

90

10

5

30

Cole.

90

85

95

85

15

85

50

25

80

Davis.

75

15

85

25

60

80

90

25

80

Eddy.

10

10

60

70

70

75

50

10

30

Edmands .

25

50

90

90

70

80

75

15

80

Eveleth.

75

85

90

90

50

95

75

15

70

Ferris.

6’)

45

95

85

65

85

80

15

85

Foster. .

10

60

90

80

75

90

80

10

05

Gabriel.

10

100

85

90

*

100

15

2

60

Goddard .

60

95

90

90

5

100

75

15

85

Gould .

25

45

90

75

75

80

80

20

70

Haynes.

90

45

90

0

20

0

60

25

85 ’

Howe.

60

85

95

85

25

90

15

15

90

Johnson, E. R.

25

90

80

85

65

85

5

1

65

Johnson, W. M.

10

80

85

85

70

90

80

10

70

Kinney .

20

100

85

90

35

100

5

0

75

Knowles.

1

50

80

90

35

100

75

10

50

Lewis.

10

30

75

70

65

75

75

10

60

Livermore .

25

80

85

75

15

7 5

50

15

85

Luther.

10

15

80

80

70

90

80

10

75

Rebboli.

15

20

80

85

60

90

90

20

60

Reed.

60

50

80

80

60

100

55

10

60

Rich .

90

60

95

25

65

5

55

25

80

Putnam.

10

100

99

100

10

100

0

100

80

Sanderson.

0

95

100

80

0

100

80

25

100

Sanford.

5

90

85

95

15

100

15

5

70

Scott.

20

80

85

80

75

80

90

15

75

Shute.

15

85

85

95

75

95

85

15

60

Tyler.

20

80

60

85

60

95

80

10

50

Vail.

5

10

60

85

70

90 '

85

10

35

Van Ostrand.

15

45

70

70

75

80

75

15

50

Vinal.

90

85

75

95

25

90

55

20

70

Willis.

5

10

60

90

75

85

85

10

10

Wood.

60

50

70

80

70

80

80

20

30

FOOT NOTES.

All marks on the basis of 100.

The Y. M. C. A. men can be picked out by the marks in piety and veracity.

The English Lit. course queered most of the marks in veracity, chemistry the rest.
Putnam’s and Kinney’s marks in self esteem had to be pulled down so they would
not get a big head.

*Tliis space was left until we could find out if Gabriel ever attended a class meeting.

Scrape Jfrom ©ur 1Rote*®ook0.

‘ Putnam, you’ve a screw loose somewhere.”— Johnny.

‘Cigarette smoking is bad business.”— Kinni.

‘You must go in advance of those who have gone before you.”— Doc.

‘That is about as much good as a pair of trousers with one leg.”— Johnny.
‘Do you all know what a chip is.”— Conant.

‘Just a little chemistry and a very little arithmetic.”— Kinni.

‘I’m always doing things.”— The Duke.

‘Shute, if you were my boy, do you know what I’d do? I’d spank you! ”

— Johnny.

‘The laws of sparking may as yet be unknown to some of you.”

—// B. Smith.

‘Mr. Knowles, I commend the text to you.”— Jinny.

‘ Figures don’t lie, but liars do figure.”— Jinny.

‘Gentlemen, if you don’t get this lesson, I’ll—I’ll—make you get it.”

— Coombs.

‘ Mr. Johnson, just what does the German say? Did you give just the full

meaning to that ‘doch’?” (Pronounce with a fish-bone in your throat.)

-— Daldy.

‘I’m neither a prophet nor a son of a prophet.”— Jinny.

‘Turn the gas on before you light it.”— Danny.

‘So soon after vacation, you’shouldn’t have forgotten the art of osculation.”

— Conant.

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“And that is the reason why damp rooms are always moist.”— Kinni.
“Anybody done that dam problem?”— Reeve.

“ Anybody not see that? time! ”— The Duke.

“Well, this is a good-sized division, but it will be smaller before I get through
with it. ’ ’— Johnny.

“ Last call for dinner on the entropy question! ”— Reeve.

“We will now consider couples”—smiling—“ but not in all their aspects.”

— The Duke.

“Suppose 1 should throw up 16 heads?”— Conant.

“ One plus one equals eight.”— Kinni.

“ No correct solution has ever come out wrong.”— The Duke.

“Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some of the most ungodly men 1 ever
knew were chemists.”— Dunlap.

In mineralogy: “ We will now leave these lovely forms.”— Danny.

From Lowell’s “ Commemoration Ode”: “Here was a tripe of the elder ages. ”

— Edmands.

“In order to anneal iron, you first heat it to redness and then plunge it into
cold water.”— Rut.

“First, they have to kill the sheep to get the wool.”— Currier.

“Gentlemen, I painted the barn at 12.30 last evening .”—Pete Clark.

“And they all began to rire! ”— Kinney.

Prof. Conant: “ Clark, what is a point? ”

Pete Clark: “Why, Professor, a point—it just ain’t nothing.”

It is confidentially reported that Put and Tyler, during the boiler test, drew
flue gas for two hours through a piece of quarter-inch copper wire. On
analysis, the gas was found to contain a large percentage of oxygen,
which proves that copper wire is a poor conductor of gases. In charge of
such an appropriate man as Put, it seems as though a gas experiment ought
to turn out better.

>2

During the engine tests, Reb was discovered down near the condenser making
Herculean efforts to read a thermometer wrong end to.

Putnam to Knowles (in the electrical lab): “Put in more resistance, there,
darn you,—more! 1 say, you confounded idiot! more yet!”

Knowles: “You’re a d— liar; I didn’t put in any.”

p M E

The Duke: “Willis, demonstrate J -= .

y 1 (R

(No response from Willis.) Well, I'll help you out. What does M stand for? ”
Willis (confidently): “Mass.”

Scene—Bottom of Tech Hill.

Time—8.59i A. M.

The Duke—“ Oh, Mister Dunlap, woncher carry my stick? I am due chew a
lecture at nine, and must get there anyroad.”

MECHANICS.

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The course of the ’99 Mechanics was likewise that of the Electrics up to
the senior year. In common with them we experienced the joys and pleas¬
ures, and trials and tribulations of French and German, English, Physics,
Mechanics, Mathematics, etc., etc. But all this is related elsewhere, so here
we will confine our attention mainly to those subjects that the Mechanics re¬
gard as particularly their own.

At the first meeting of the class, Sept., ’95, we received from Dr. Men¬
denhall instructions regarding our schedule. The class divisions were to
report on their respective days to Mr. Badger in the wood-room, each student
to be provided with overalls, jumper, a two-foot rule, and a jack-knife. We
had been forewarned as to the probable effect of moisture on blue-jeans, so,
lest the shrinkage should expose our ankles, we looked to our engineering
or foreseeing laurels, and provided ample length for possible contraction.
Those same overalls have, in a number of cases, done noble service ever
since, with a double reef up to the knee.

At the beginning of the wood-room work, all degrees of expertness
were shown. Some of us even found it more or less of a trick to saw a
block off square with our little meat saws. Others were regular
journeymen carpenters from the start. With this varying degree of
proficiency we commenced our wood-room work. Mr. Badger (here’s to

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wishing him health and happiness) was a man to our liking, not too strict in
his discipline, nor too lenient either. In regard to workmanship, firstly :
On the face of the matter, it seems like poor policy to endeavor to make
first-class carpenters of the wood-room initiates. Mr. Badger seemed to
realize this, and gauged his acceptance and refusal of work accordingly. A
good workman had difficulty in getting a hurried, careless piece of work ac¬
cepted, while work of possibly less merit was received from a student of less
wood-working ability. Cases have occurred, in fact, where certain “ sons
of rest ” have handed in the rejected work of their more gifted fellows as their
work and had it accepted, thus saving trouble and bother and expense all
around.

Concerning our “secondly” or discipline under Mr. Badger, much
might be said on both sides. Mr. Badger had no great liking for that
species of timid youngster which even lacks gumption enough to “kick”
when the landlady sets on sour milk for breakfast semi-occasionally. He
seemed to have a keen perception and friendly appreciation of just what it
was to be a seventeen-year-old freshman. We had our hurdle races over
our saw-horses, we smeared glue in certain places to insure good contact, and
some of us had naps under the bench. Jack Curtis and Hussey can doubt¬
less remember yet happy dreams enjoyed while snoozing, locked under their
benches. For a discussion on Political Economy with the help, or for a
little four-cornered game of “ Old Maid ”, up-stairs was the place to go.
We know this only from being told so. “ Frank” was the stock-room boy
at the time, and he knew the ropes of the position quite well.

Considerable might be said about what we learned and about the expe¬
rience we gained while in the wood-room. Those, who did not become ex¬
pert carpenters, lacked qualities necessary to the successful rag-man. Less
can be said, however, of the foundry practice we had as freshmen. The in¬
struction, such as it was, consisted of good individual instruction, but the
time put upon it was all out of proportion to that spent at wood-working. As
the set-tubs, where the moulds were made, would not hold a very great
quantity of sand, and the travelling crane was either out of order or out of
sight, no very large moulds or castings were attempted. We were fortu¬
nate in that none of our number received serious accident from bad contact
with the buzz-saws or other machinery. Harold Clark frightened us about

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twice a week by fainting at the sight of his own blood, but under Mr. Bad¬
ger as chief surgeon we soon brought him out of his imaginary injuries.

For advanced carpentry-work after completing the regular course of
exercises and patterns, we worked “ for ourselves”, or worked with the jour¬
neymen out in the regular shop. This latter work consisted oftentimes of
“ getting out ” stock. For an interesting and exciting job it was hard to
beat. If one were good at dodging, his life was tolerably safe behind the
upright post of the Daniels planer, while later refinements of the work put
merely fingers and hands in jeopardy. This latter risk was with the knives
of the buzz and cylinder planers, making their little 3000 R. P. M.

On returning in Sept., ’96, for the Sophomore year, we found a change
in the shop management. Mr. M. P. Higgins had been succeeded in July,
’96, by Mr. C. A. Chandler, as Superintendent of the Washburn Shops.
Our acquaintance with Mr. Higgins had been short, and being then fresh¬
men, our intercourse had not been very intimate, hence the change did not
radically affect our class. Mr. Higgins did, however, take the elevator
business from the shops, so that in our future shop-work we had no elevator
construction. As previously in the wood-room, a number soon showed
evidence of more or less machine-shop training. The rest of us, however,
would have been sadly at sea, had it not been for a little informal talk to each
division by Supt. Chandler and Foreman Geo. Mitchell, just previous to
undertaking actual machine-shop practice. That talk made a favorable
impression on the whole. It was made pleasing and instructive. After it,
we adjourned to the shop with more or less confused ideas regarding the ad¬
visability of using lard oil for a driving fit or merely for cleansing the hands.
There was little misunderstanding, however, regarding the use or nonuse of
the big planer as a motor-carriage or of the benches as temporary lounges.
Under “ George’s ” patient instruction we soon learned to distinguish between
an upright drill and a milling machine. But when it came to the actual
working a lathe, we had our hands full. To make the piece go round on the
centres after we had spent five hours drilling and centering it, was the great
task. Not being exceedingly sporty young men at that stage of our course,
we did not presume familiarity with all species of “ dog” as now exist. So
with “Mitch’s” help again we soon had the piece spinning merrily with the
necessary canine attachment between the face-plate and the piece. Happily

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we did not attempt such originality as was exhibited by a Sophomore re¬
cently. Feeling incapable of accepting aid from the faithful dog, he pro¬
ceeded to tighten on his tail-centre sufficiently to make the piece turn on the
centres without other aid than more or less frictional contact!

“G. A. M.” knew very well how to deal with youngsters. It was gener¬
ally true, as he would remark when trouble occurred, that if his directions
had been followed said trouble would not have happened. One amateur ma¬
chinist of ’99 found that there were some things about a lathe and its opera¬
tion that he did not know. He was carefully instructed how to rig his lathe
for cutting a thread. Not being able to grasp all the essential points, he
sought the aid of the fellow-student and class-mate at the next lathe, there
being no nearer assistance in view. The help was freely given, a little too
freely in fact, for soon the carriage acted as if knots were tied in the lead-
screw and it had collided with a knot. The a. m. called George to the
rescue, and then it was the latter’s turn for calling (down). He proceeded

to adminster one of his classics, the text of
which was something about following instruc¬
tions. The a. m. did not relate to George
how he had followed his fellow-students’ in¬
structions very closely. Discipline under Mr.
George A. Mitchell was very good. A boy
or a “young marn” was treated in a manner
that generally commanded respect for au¬
thority and for the administrator of the same.
Characteristic of the man was one little speech,
we remember, addressed to one of those students who enjoy doing poor work
and but little of that. “ Young marn, do you know what you remind me of?
No? Well, you remind me of something I can’t quite remember.”

Incidentally with the regular machine-shop practice, we “ did time ” in
the blacksmith-shop and in the boiler-room. Both places furnished training
worthy for a king. How could it be otherwise, with men like John Jernberg
and Noah Ashworth in charge? John would always find some redeeming
feature of the worst job of blacksmithing ever attempted (since the one be¬
fore), and he would tell you about that first and then point out possible
improvements here and there all over it. With Noah, there sojourned all

the; power laboratory.

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kinds of animals. To one and all everything of interest and worth was
explained, from the action of the damper in the flue, to the proper procedure
should the fire-plug become exposed. We kept the water-level in the boiler
so accurately just where it should be that the whistle, which blew automat¬
ically with the water-level either too high or too low, was finally taken off as
being a useless nuisance. Firing the boiler, however, was not in it for
the dignity of position that “ running” the engine afforded. Here, some of
America’s future engineers were intrusted with the responsibility of seeing
that the engines not in use were carefully wiped off, and the oil cups of the
engines in use were accurately dropping the required drops per second per
second. If ambitious, we reported early to turn the wheel and “ start” the
engine, while most every one stayed long enough after the required time to
see how near he could come to stopping the engine on the dead centre with¬
out actually succeeding.

On returning to school as Juniors, in Sept., ’97, we found numerous
changes and improvements. We had seen the old boiler-room and engine-
room gradually fade away, as it were, before the presence of the new
power-house. The new had replaced the old. Now the engines and boilers
had been removed, and instead was a foundry. The machine-shop work
continued much as before. Many spent their Saturday afternoons or half¬
holidays (?) in the shop making up past cuts or cutting down the 168 hours
summer practice time. Incidentally, as before, we enjoyed certain periods
with John in the blacksmith-shop and with Noah in the power-house. Real
foundry practice was now available at the Institute, the shops making many
of their own castings, and doing outside work as well.

In Sept., ’98, the Mechanics alone enjoyed the shop’s privileges of offer¬
ing work and no pay, for the Electrics had left us. We have not had to put
so much time into shop practice the Senior year, but five hours a week being
required. Rumors of Mr. Mitchell’s leaving had been afloat at different
times, but they did not prove true till this year. Our senior practice has
been under Mr. Coolidge as head instructor in the machine-shop. He inau¬
gurated a specie of quiz and lecture upon machine-shop work. At our first
meeting of this kind, he must have found a hopeless case on his hands, for
that was his first and last attempt with us. We understand that he holds
soirees periodically with the under-classmen. About the beginning of the

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second half, a change seeming necessary, Mr. Coolidge was placed solely
in charge of the instruction of students in shop practice. The journeymen
were placed under a separate foreman, thus giving Mr. Coolidge more time
to instruct the students.

We again had periods of instruction in the blacksmith course and in the
power-house, taking and figuring indicator cards. Under John Jernberg we
had progressed more or less speedily through a fine course of simple forge
work to simple welding, more complex welds, tempering and tool-making.
We also did another period of time in the wood-room under Mr. Sylvester,
the successor of Mr. Riley, ’96, who in turn had succeeded Mr. Badger.
This work under Mr. Sylvester was very productive of good results (?).
The drawing of the pattern to be made is given out with the encouraging
information that really the job is one which could be done only by an expert
pattern-maker. Thus thirty hours or so are spent or passed in the wood-
room with the constant encouragement in mind that your work will be of ab¬
solutely no value.

Much might be said about impressions received during a four-year
journey through the Washburn Shops. The Mechanics of ’99 have been
privileged to witness many changes during their passage. Some changes,
our infant, undergraduate minds would construe as improvements; others, as
otherwise. That, however, does not necessarily settle the case of whether
the change was really a success or a failure. Time and those in authority
must settle the question ; we, as undergraduates, cannot.

The Mechanics of ’99 can finish their career in the shops feeling that
they have acquired experience and practice worth dollars and cents to them.
They can also affirm that while Hartford may be all right in a way, it can¬
not be set up as a place capable of furnishing a perfect model of the absolutely
correct thing in machine-shop practice.

But other things than “ shop” have been experienced by the Mechanics
during their Tech course. In common with the rest of the class, we enjoyed
(?) the Junior course in electrical engineering. That course was like many
medicines,—the after results are better than the taking. The real individu¬
ality of the Mechanics appeared in the Senior year, when Machine Design
and Hydraulics was administered to us almost exclusively.

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Under Prof. Ames during the first half, Senior year, we designed and
figured upon a common subject,—a jib-crane. While to some extent a
common subject, it was, more accurately, a subject common to all. A
choice of subject for design was allowed in the second half, the choice, of
course, being restricted to “machines” as proper subjects.

The intensely theoretical subject of Hydraulics was taught at first by
Prof. Reeve. Either from keen disappointment, or from satisfaction at re¬
sults obtained, Prof. Reeve discontinued instruction quite early in the
course. Since then we have, together with the Civils, who also took Hy¬
draulics, been under the instruction of the Assistant in Mechanical Engi¬
neering, Mr. Chas. M. Allen. The course has varied in intensity from the
solution of dam problems, to the reading of piezometer levels at Chaffins.

As Mechanics, we have suffered gains and losses, more or less intel¬
lectually, certainly numerically. To off-set somewhat our numerical losses,
a notable gain was made when Bill, officially known as Johnson, W. M., a
would-be chemist, decided that graduation as a Mechanic was by far prefer¬
able to that of anything else.

The ’99 Mechanics have seen some service and, on the whole, think
they have learned a few things that may sometime be useful to them.

A little: horseiplay

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Bs Me See lit Qn Gecb IbilL

Little grains of calculus
Garnered here and there,

Little drops of any old thing
Picked up anywhere.

Little friction circles,

Take moments and redjuce,

Integral dy d-zed

And what does that prodjuce?

Little angle theeta
(jl upon 2?r

Take a little-wee-bit
And, now then, what is 1 ?

Take examples 2 and 6,

Do ’em on the rule,

Anybody not see?

Ought to all get full.

Resolve it here, resolve it there,

And multiply by sine,

Find the shear in a thin steel tchube,
I’ll give you zero—time!!

electrics.

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At the beginning of the year 1897, the Institute came to the opinion that
more than one year was required to transfigure a mechanic into an electric
of the kind you read about, and so the two courses were changed to that
effect, making it necessary to choose one’s future path at the beginning of
the Junior year. Our class was the first to fall under the new schedule and,
although the change was not as great as it may seem, many were glad to
avail themselves of it as a little out of the ordinary.

During our Sophomore year all sorts of vague rumors had come to our
ears concerning a mighty revolution taking place in the Electrical Depart¬
ment, whereby it was to be brought most completely up to date. This was
due to the new Professor in Electrical Engineering, Harold B. Smith.
Mingled with the rumors came tales of woe from the ’97 men ; there were
lightning speed lectures with a written quiz now and then. These quizzes
usually had the general equation,

f (passing mark)=8E-(-Q^

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where Q^is a constant of expansion varying from 40 to 50 according to the
impedance offered by the quiz and the especial inactance of each man.

Notwithstanding all reports, twelve decided to become Electrics ; some
were actuated by an inherent hatred of shop-work and its accompanying
dirt, some by a love of “ anything for a change,” all by a desire to play with
the blue blazes and “see the wheels go round.” It was somewhat of a dis¬
appointment not to have any electrical laboratory work in the Junior year,
but we still had the priceless privilege of working in the Washburn Shops,
and could chew up their bad castings with the next man.

Instead of Mineralogy, we were treated to a course in Qualitative Analy¬
sis, and rivalled the Chemists themselves in our ability at finding half of the
known substances in distilled water. Here it was that Eveleth and Gould ac-
quiredgreat skill in detecting litharge, and discovered the marvelous property it
has of changing to brickdust; this knowledge they were able to apply advan¬
tageously on their thesis work. All the electricity we had this year was
shared by the Mechanics and Chemists, and consisted of lectures twice a
week, interspersed with written quizzes, not so much to point out to the
professor what we knew as to show us how much we didn’t know.

It was not until our Senior year that we began to derive the full benefit
of the course, but now there is electrical work enough to satisfy nearly every¬
body, not to mention the mechanics and steamo with which we are afflicted.
Much time is spent in Design, where we are initiated into the mysteries of
scientific guessing and calculation of all sorts, shapes and sizes of dynamos,
motors and electro-magnetic devices. Under the professor’s watchful eye,
wonderful creations are evolved. Edmands’s masterpiece is a special magnet
with a pull calculated to haul his mark in Valve Design up to the elastic
limit. Willis is the man, however, whose tendencies have been in the right
direction, and he can point with pride to his anti-work push-button device
and lightning calculator for all problems in Electricity, Mechanics, and
Thermodynamics.

We cannot go on without a pause to mention our work in the “ Theory
of Alternating Currents.” This consists mainly of lectures with a frequency
of two complete periods a week and an impressed E. M. F. too high to
measure, but whenever a written quizz is introduced to determine our capaci¬
ty, the obstructance is too great, and our thoughts refuse to flow.

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When the laboratory was reached we thought that all joy and bliss were
ours,—that is, until we found out about the lab. reports, which come due
with exceeding great regularity. However, there is much to compensate
for them, and we gained experience and proficiency at a rate most alarming
to Mr. Phelon. Kinney’s proficiency lay in testing a dynamo or motor for
heating effect; he explained to Mr. Phelon that when he spit on the commu¬
tator and it wouldn’t sizzle, he guessed it wasn’t too hot to run. We learned
the effect of 500 volts on a low-reading voltmeter, and of short-circuiting the
alternator. Not satisfied with the regular fuse wire test, Knowles must
needs burn out seven fuses on an average every laboratory afternoon. But
there are others. Woe unto that instrument or piece of apparatus which is
not protected by triple expansion fuses ! Before long it becomes “ sick,”
and repairs are in order.

We have one bright luminary in our division, however, in whose pres¬
ence all others pale into utter insignificance ; his is a name to conjure with,
and when he doth make speech let no dog bark. Many times have we ben¬
efited by Putnam’s great knowledge, and many times more do expect to re¬
ceive council. So expert is he, that the polarity of a dynamo is clearer than
an X-ray to him, and he can always tell the positive end of a barber-pole by
inspection. Then there are men who really work, Burgess and Vinal being
the most energetic in this direction ; though Tyler, when he can find Willis,
and Foster, when he isn’t sleepy, are close seconds.

But all things must come to an end, this tale with the rest. Thesis, the
climax of our efforts, engrosses our attention, and every man is trying to get
into phase with his subject. We feel that we have profited much under the
instruction of Professor Smith and Mr. Phelon, and hope to prove that their
efforts have not been in vain. Thus endeth chapter one, but you will hear
more in days to come of the “ Electrics of ’99.”

C1VILS.

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There were ten of us at first. We took our place on the high stools in
the middle of the Freshman year, practiced round writing and lettering, and
browsed upon Johnson’s Surveying until spring came. One windy day in
April we sallied forth with the instruments. This was the beginning of
many memorable experiences. We surveyed everything in sight, sighing
for milder weather as the spring breezes played with our hats. After driving
the usual number of hubs into Bliss field, we changed our base of operations
to a thickly settled part of the city where one of those “waves of immigration”
had broken. The weather was warm enough here, and the O’Tooles were
cleaning out their cellar. Overripe vegetables bestrewed our path and strange
odors filled the air, but we became acclimated and learned to talk Irish.

It took lots of practice to do good work, although Professor White says
that we measured lines more accurately at the first trial than ever afterward;

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but we gradually improved in throwing the tomahawk and in keeping notes.
When the first year came to an end, Lee decided to leave us, so the “L” party

The following September our out¬
door work was continued. We ran
.* levees, made topographical surveys,
and helped ’98 lay out a railroad.
Shortly after McKinley’s election, five
of our number took a short vacation,
and two of us were not in evidence
again until January. Lyons took his
departure after the semi-annuals, and
Blake was obliged to leave us on ac¬
count of his father’s death. So by this
time, those remaining began to realize
that there are uncertainties. Pete Clark decided to “change his course” at
the end of the second year. He went hence, but he is not forgotten, for
some of his comical sayings are still fresh in our memories. Johnny must
have missed him from the Descript class, too, where he was a general enter¬
tainer.

Railroad work brought us back early the next September. On this sur¬
vey, Prof. White’s stories of western life entertained us while resting in the
shade, and the miscellaneous articles from the neighboring groceries allayed
our hunger and thirst.

Work indoors has been more
prosy. The high stool and the
drawing board were not very at¬
tractive to most of us, although
Sandie was generally to be found
hovering over a Stereotomy sheet.

We are the first class since
’93 to finish the Skew Arch.

Our only records in map draw¬
ing are the misspelled words that

Liv smuggled under Mr. Butterfield’s searching eye.

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At the close of the Junior year, we spent some delightful days and
nights observing the heavenly bodies and other things that happened to be
out. Our class was the first to introduce sun-shades and thermometers into
field practice. The sun-shade caused considerable comment as did also the
refined results obtained with the new Precision Level. Vinton said good-bye
to us when we separated for another vacation. He was one of the most
honorable men in the class, and he carried away the respect of us all.

During the Senior year we have done some practical work. Geodesy,
Least Squares, and Graphics are behind us, along with many other pitfalls.
We are still wondering why six hours a week are assigned to English Litera¬
ture while only two hours a week are assigned to Design during half of the
Senior year. Is it the “survival of the fittest?” So much for that.

In spite of the many demands upon our time, we have tried to get hold
of the useful principles, and have forgotten many facts. We can design
roof trusses, and have seen Prof. White design his annual bridge. When
our theses are accepted we can say with joy, “It is done,” and feel that the
world is before us.

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lR\>&raultcall$ Speaking.

“ Yes,” said the dam to the water-wheel, “you make me decidedly
weiry; you’re getting vaner and vaner every day, right in the face of
the fact that you’re full all the while. Why, you’ve got such a load on
now, you can’t even open your own gates.”

“ Oh come off your base,” answered the wheel, “I’ve got guides
enough now, without you putting your foot in it. You’ve got a big
head. If you ain’t careful you’ll stub your toe, and then you’ll go up
the flume for fair.”

“Turn round and mind your own business, or I’ll make you take
water,” replied the dam. “ I haven’t run Hydraulic Elevators for noth¬
ing, and I guess I can give you a whirl all right.”

“ Not as long as I run in this race,” said the wheel, and with that
he lost control of himself and poked the dam full of circular orifices, the
water got scart and ran away, and they set Charlie Allen to looking for
it with a divining rod, but it gave him the slip—of a Dean Pump—and
that is the reason why this yarn won’t hold water.

CHEMISTS.

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Ever since the days of Hermes and Zosimos, the alchemist and likewise
the chemist have been looked upon with awe and suspicion by the uninitiated.
Even nineteenth century civilization has been unable to place entire confidence
in the “uncany chemists,” the jugglers in the black art. A shroud of mys¬
tery surrounds us which cannot be dispelled, for the ancient books tell us
that only to kings and the sons of kings are the secrets to be disclosed.

Certain it is, that when the other men come in to consult us, they enter
softly, invariably leaving the door open—probably as a means of quick es¬
cape—tread lightly about the room, and, when they leave, it is with a seem¬
ing air of relief.

At the beginning of the second half, our courses began to diverge, and
have continued to do so more and more each year, until now in our Senior
year the Chemists are a most exclusive set, having in fact not a single study
in common with the rest of the class.

We had our share of wearing overalls, sawing wood, making mortises,
braces, boxes, etc., but we looked forward with pleasure to the time when we
could exchange our overalls for aprons, and, instead of mutilating the nice
smooth boards, could break beakers and test-tubes.

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The first day there were thirteen of us, an unlucky number to be sure,
but we didn’t expect a decrease quite so soon. The second day there were
twelve. Sanders stayed with us long enough to get his apparatus and then
left, preferring an atmosphere filled with buzz saws and flying apple-cores,
to one in which the gentle fumes of H 2 S were present.

Some of the upper class men told us that Dr. K. wouldn’t allow more
than six of us to graduate, but this didn’t frighten us and we started in to
break the record. Alas, little did we know what ravages time and exams
can work on the numbers of a strong and determined body of students. At
the end of a year and a half, our numbers had dwindled down to five.

Many a pleasant hour was passed in the old qualitative lab. during our
year’s stay there. On stormy days there was always a crowd gathered
around the corner radiator with their lunches. Here Hastings delivered his
famous orations from Hamlet and other sources and gave lessons in story
telling. Eddy and Van would have told some too but they didn’t know many.
Since then, however, Eddy has found time outside of his studies to ac¬
cumulate one of the choicest collections of stories to be found in the institute.
He has made them distinctively his own, and they have become a part of
himself.

Here also in the qualitative lab, we prepared cocoa, and Matthews steeped

tea—of a peculiar flavor but-. Occasionally, when all was quiet, Guy

Stevens would favor us with a “good un” from his ever ready stock of stories.
After Guy, came Hobbs whose chief amusement was cleaning the H 2 S gen¬
erator during practice hours.

It is only a true chemist that can appreciate the delicate odor of H 2 S.
We became so attached to it that it was with great regret that we left it be¬
hind when, at the beginning of the Sophomore year, we entered the Quanti¬
tative Laboratory. And what a change it was. We found that we could
not tip over our beakers and lose half our solutions, nor could we drink any
part of them, as one of our men did in Qualitative Analysis.

Very soon we had learned from the ’97 chemists all the secrets of pitch¬
ing pennies and getting corners on prize fights, necessary parts of the edu¬
cation of a chemist. Clark introduced us to all the latest songs and dances,
and life in general was very enjoyable until Dr. K. would come in with that

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sombre hued record book and give out a week’s work to be finished in one
afternoon.

The ’98 chemists were kept continually on the jump for fear we would
catch up to them in work, and it would not have taken us many months to
have done this either. But I must stop or run the risk of being considered
boastful by the ignorant. Let me add, however, that, judging from the past,
1900 will reach our present mark about the year 1903.

Nothing could stop us in our ambition for more work. Various schemes
were tried, such as cutting down the number of hours of our summer prac¬
tice, leaving us alone for a whole afternoon or morning, giving up extra
work, leaving us without work, etc., but without avail, and we worked stead¬
ily on up to the close of our course.

At the begining of our Senior year we started on a new line of work,
Sanitary Chemistry, and it is safe to say that more than one man within ten
miles of Worcester would have shaken in his shoes had he known what we
were doing with his wares. We could tell fresh eggs from moldy cheese, or
artesian water from old Bourbon.

It was also at the beginning of the Senior year that we made our ac¬
quaintance with that long dreaded subject. Organic Chemistry. Here we
juggled the molecules, both theoretically and practically, blew up Casins’s
tubes, made combustion after combustion, froze our condensers, and took
our exams.

This last half we have been devoting one day a week to Industrial Lab.,
gaining a knowledge of the dollars and cents side of chemistry. We are
afraid that when we receive our breakage bills, we will find that it has been
mostly the dollars side.

And now as we are approaching the end of our course, the joy of en¬
tering on real life and putting our knowledge to practical application is not
unmixed with a degree of sadness at leaving behind the constant reminder of
so many happy days—our dear old labs.

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Adam invented it. He made some experimental researches in the fruit
line, just before he went into the apple business. He didn’t get much credit
for his thesis, but he tried to work a bluff, and that was the foundation of all
thesis. Noah was the next engineer to fool with it. His work was mostly
hydraulic, with a little menagerie on the side. He succeeded better than
Adam. The mean result of his investigations led him to believe that it was
about to rain a trifle—and b’gosh it rained ! The result was, that he got a
job with the water works at 12^ cents per hour, with the prospect of a raise
when the water got higher. He was the first successful thesis writer.

Later, Newton read about Adam’s thesis. He was jealous, so he thesised
some in the endeavor to find out what caused the fall of Adam’s apple. His
thesis is mentioned annually, with regret, by Dr. Conant.

Jim Watt also was a thesiser. His Dam(pf)-machine investigation is
familiar to us all as being the foundation of scientific Dutch,—no Watt, no
thesis; no thesis, no Dutch. What a narrow escape ! ! !

But I am digressing. I have endeavored to point out some of the his¬
torical thesisers. I shall now proceed to the thesis of the present.

When we, the class of ’99, made core boxes and trouble on the rustic
sawsteeds in the wood mutilating department of the venerable institution
which we are about to leave, we received our first impressions of thesis.
Then, to our juvenile, untutored minds, thesis consisted principally of wan¬
dering around the Institute, clad in a suit of antique overalls, with several
layers of assorted machinery oils and filings arranged artistically on the face,
and a monkey-wrench poised thoughtfully in the right fist. Occasionally
some self-respecting senior would enter our domain, would stealthily tip-toe
to the tool-room, and in a husky whisper demand “ wood.” Receiving the
wood, he would proceed to carve it into divers fantastic shapes, while we
poor innocents would stand in silent awe and watch. Then, if one more
hardy than the rest dared but to ask the meaning of this mysterious manipu-

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lation, the answer would invariably be, “ It’s thesis.” Thus it was that,
knowing no better, we became interested and longed to take some thesis our¬
selves.

When, in the course of time, we reached the sophomoric stage of our
existence, the veil was slightly lifted. We then suspected that thesis was
merely a form of diversion, practiced by the Seniors for the intellectual stim¬
ulus to be derived therefrom, and when we viewed it from the Junior stand¬
point, we decided that it was like boarding-house hash,—something, you
don’t know what it is.

As Seniors, we can sadly say that we have found, to some degree, what
thesis means. We have experienced it in its most aggravated forms, and
the attacks have been almost constant during our last term.

There are four varieties : mechanical, electrical, civil, chemical, and
general scientific; and the symptoms, while similar, are different in nearly
every case.

With the mechanics, the attack begins in an urgent desire to do nothing,
followed by superheat, compression, a high vacuum, and small initial con¬
densation. The patient makes from ten to twenty patterns and proceeds to
turn down all the available scrap iron in the establishment. This is succeeded
by a period of calm, during which he endeavors to find "where he is at”, and
if he has used a high factor of safety and has a good clearance, he gets on
the right track. He has then arrived at the crisis where he must “take
readings.” He takes them at all hours of the day and night, he takes them
with no load, with half load, with full load, and straight jag. He takes
them every five minutes, every ten minutes,—every day, every week. He
takes them standing up, sitting down, and while doing ground and lofty
tumbling. He takes them in every old conceivable way and under every
condition.

Next, he goes to calculating,—he calculates differentially and integ¬
rally ; he calculates up and down, forward and back, and balance to corners ;
he figures the probable error together with the improbable error, and then
figures the error he made figuring it. If he is alive at the finish of this stage,
he then plots the curves. He juggles ordinates and abscissae till early in the
morning, he gets sine curves and cosine curves, parabolas and hyperbolas.

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metaphors, in curves, out curves, down shoots and, in fact, every old curve
from the Kissoid of Diodes to the Which of Agnesi.

He is now well on the road to recovery. He has yet 240 pages of fools¬
cap to fill with closely written technical hierogliphics. When his attack is over,
he receives his diploma, and his thesis report goes to its last resting place
amid similar dust-covered relics of bygone classes.

With the Electrics, the attacks are more accute. The victim winds wire
all over the place and constructs all sorts of wiry-looking, dangerous appa¬
ratus. He generally suffers severely from shock, but his resistance being
high the vital spark is not easily extinguished, and if he can accurately state
Ohm’s law he, too, gets his parchment.

Of the Civil’s, who bear the white man’s burden, and of the Chemists,
who must struggle, mid the fumes of the deadly cigarette, I can say but little,
and of the lone General Scientific, less. They also have their thesis troubles.
They also have their tired feelings and their not-getting-anywhere sensa¬
tions. They also have their delightful little experiences of making in twen¬
ty-four hours what can be bought down-town for twenty cents. Their
thesis, also, will be respectfully laid away, without flowers, in the catacombs
of the Tech.

I shall now draw this little talk to a finish. I have endeavored to give
some idea of different aspects of thesis. If you, gentle reader, know no
more about it than you did before, I shall feel repaid; I shall feel that my
thesis on thesis, if such it may be called, is a grand success, and worthy to
take its place ’midst the dust-covered ranks of the forgotten like literature of
past classes.

IOI

“ Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous,”. So
we, or at least some of us, have read in “ Middlemarch.” This is the credit
a prophet gets for hours of painful toiling over books on astrology and magic,
weeks of sleepless nights, and such agony of mind as is experienced only by
those who are borne down by the weight of what is sure to be a crushing
failure.

After months of this, the thought came to me, “ Why force this upon
yourself; why not get a bona-fide clairvoyant? ” I immediately opened com¬
munication with the seven Sutherland sisters, thinking that part if not all of
them might be seventh daughters; but imagine how my faith in “ Middle-
march” was shaken when I found their services were not gratuitous, nor
were the services of the dozen or so others whom I consulted.

Again I was obliged to fall back on my own resources, and I became
desperate. First I slept in the Boynton Hall “rat hole”, then set myself
afire with Dr. Kinnicutt’s Babcock extinguisher, then inhaled for two hours
the air in Prof. Cutler’s room ; and as a last resort tried a Mechanic Street
Katzenjammer, but all to no avail.

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Finally, one day as I was going down Tech hill after dark, a bright ob¬
ject ahead caught my eye. Picking up the small phial, I found it marked :

Gabrielon.

A solution of ideas.

Formed from rose aniline.

This is a new element, I thought. On closer examination, I found a
number of crystals still undissolved. Well, thought I, a partial solution is
better than none, and in the words of the immortal Wallenstein, “ I think I
needs it in my peezness,” so into my pocket it went.

Reaching home, I went at once to my own room, where I could be
alone, and there opened it. Piff! it went, and a cloud of vapors arose. I
closed the bottle as quickly as possible, but now this cloud of vapors attracted
my attention. A low, sweet sound was coming from the cloud, but gradu¬
ally increased in loudness until whiz-z-z, whir-r-r, z-z-zip, flash, cr-rack,
bang ! I gazed in wonder, but was powerless to move. Lightning flashes,
trails and streamers of fire, fantastic and intricately wrought electric figures,
even to bouquets of delicately colored flowers and life-like human faces ; and
in the midst of all this sat Ned Gould, the new Wizard.

Now the cloud began to take on different shapes and assume a different
form. • ,

Now all the beauty of a winter landscape was spread out before me. At
the foot of a steep hill seated on a double-runner bearing a Washburn shop
plate, was Vinal, surrounded by about a dozen young ladies. After a mo¬
ment’s struggle for the seat of honor, they were all in place when, lo and
behold, the machine ran up the hill and was then drawn down again.

Then began another series of twistings and turnings in the smoke, and
soon I could discern a vast expanse of snow and ice and, by cracky ! if there
wasn’t Sanderson perched on the north pole vainly trying to determine which
way was north.

Next appeared the old Physics Lab., and there hard at work was Eve-
leth. He had almost perfected an arrangement of telescope, wheatstone-
bridge and compound pendulum which, when in operation, produced a
sound like Putnam’s voice. It seems Putnam’s voice had been heard on the
planet Mars. Thus he was the discoverer of a means of interplanetary com¬
munication, but he was straining his vocal organs, making it necessary to

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employ a substitute for the original, “ Put” claimed the government prize
of $500,000, and with it was soon to found a home for disappointed old
maids.

Another Tech scene. Through the open door of Prof. Haynes’s room
was seen not Prof. Haynes, for he was in Europe on a leave of absence, but
Prof. Ernst Ekkehard Risch, Ph. D., etc. He was the most popular pro¬
fessor in the Institute, because he dismissed his classes immediately after
they came into recitation.

Next was a view of the U. S. Senate in session. Hardly a member was
absent, and the galleries were crowded. The appropriation bill was under
consideration, and today the Hon. Clarence W. Kinney was to deliver a
speech in favor of establishing the Tatnuck Life-Saving Station. Several
spoke briefly on the subject, but there was an air of restlessness over the
whole assembly. Finally a tall, commanding figure slowly arose, gathered
himself together, and was recognized by the presiding officer. There was a
moment of breathless silence. “ I think, I think”—but I heard no more.
Cheer after cheer went up, senators rushed up and down the aisles, the gal¬
leries rose as one man, handkerchiefs and hats were waved, and everywhere
was wild confusion.

Tyler was making use of his knowledge of electricity in new methods
of raising agricultural products. I saw him entering a small house with a
tall chimney situated in a large plowed field in Georgia. Over the field was
spread a massive umbrella-shaped contrivance. Soon was heard a loud
s-s-wis-s-h, and a shower of watermelon seed was scattered over the ground.
Then a steady z-z-z-z-z-z, as of a dynamo, and the little seeds began to
grow. Tyler came out of the power-house and started across the field.
Meanwhile the vines could be seen to be growing rapidly and impeding his
travel. He started to run, but had not gone far when he tripped and fell.
When he finally extricated himself and reached for his hat, he found that a
ripe watermelon had usurped the place usually occupied by his head.

Now Gabriel appeared as Professor of Chemistry at Vassal*, lecturing
before a class of deeply interested students, juggling atoms and molecules,
drawing Kekule and Baeyer formulas, and explaining the difference between
methyl ether and an ethyl ester.

My enchanted smoke now refused to work. Suddenly it was all ablaze,

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and I had one glimpse of the class of girls clinging to their dear teacher,
their upturned tearful faces wearing, however, a look of composure, show¬
ing that they had the utmost confidence in his ability to protect them.

On opening the bottle again, another cloud of vapors came out. This
showed Knowles standing on Brooklyn bridge and muttering to himself. “ I
can’t help it, I can’t help it,” he said, as he nervously handled a revolver, a
razor, and a bottle of rat poison, and then looked at the dark waters below.
“ It’s a terrible strain on a man to run the weather of this whole country
and try to please everybody. And now that snow storm I had all bottled up
for next winter has broken out and caused two feet of snow in July. Oh
dear ! oh dear ! ” Again he looked at what was to give him relief from his
earthly trouble and faintly murmured “Which?” Then a happy thought
struck him, and he threw them all into the river. “I have it,” said he;
“I’ll get my hair cut.”

The next picture showed the interior of a chemical laboratory. A place
for everything, and everything in its place. Rows of neatly arranged
shelves, no bad odors, no unclean tables and desks, no scrap paper in sight;
in fact, the whole room surpassing in neatness even the so-called “ Research
Laboratory.” From a side door, Sanford, now grown to be a man and a
voter, entered. He was clad in a sallow-complexioned apron of original de¬
sign, with the usual caudal appendage trailing behind. Before commencing
work, he proceeded to rearrange the bottles and apparatus, but happily the
smoke thickened and I was saved from the awful sight.

When it again cleared it showed that Livermore was “ our special artist
on the spot” for the Worcester Telegram, and was stationed in the Philip¬
pines, the Governor-General of which was Karl Reed, whose executive abil¬
ity and dignified bearing ably fitted him for the position, which he filled to
overflowing with Spanish dollars for himself and his government.

Now the vapors assumed a dazzling brightness. They rolled and
twisted, reflecting the light from one portion to another, till finally the silvery
folds disclosed Mechanics Hall resplendent in all the glories of a full-fledged
cake walk. The faces of the country’s honored ones beamed down from
their positions on the walls. Worcester’s fairest daughters were present to
see justice done their favorite hero, and not even a trace of anxiety was visi¬
ble in their faces, so certain were they that Clark, and only Clark, deserved

MECHANICAL ENGINEERING LABORATORY. THE PRESIDENT’S HOUSE.

’TECH FROM THE WEST. THE SHOPS FROM THE NORTH.

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to carry away the prize. Soon his manly form was seen coming down the
hall, bearing an immense cake gracefully balanced on his head. As I con¬
tinued to gaze at this scene the lights appeared to grow dim, so overpower¬
ing was his brightness, and there soon remained only a dazzling white star.

Now appeared the outlines of a massive stone structure, which proved to
be a railway station in a western city. An expectant crowd swarmed over
the platforms and blocked the tracks. Presently a noble appearing locomo¬
tive drawing a magnificent private car rolled into the station, and on the door
of the car was a silver plate.

President’s Car.

The Big Four R. R.

As Pres. Scott stepped out he was greeted with cheers and loud ap¬
plause. Directly behind and attached to Scott’s car was another private car
of much larger dimensions. A child’s face was seen in every window, while
in the doorway stood a rather short man, his head adorned with only a scanty
supply of nature’s covering, and with a care-worn expression on his face. As
Scott walked toward him I heard him say, “ Well, Steve, we’ll have the
platforms cleared soon, so you can bring your family out.”

At this point a fresh supply of enchanted smoke was found necessary.
It puffed up like a flash, almost immediately showing the corner of Main and
Mechanic streets, where, to my surprise and delight, I recognized G. Wash¬
ington Howe turning his musical ability to practical use by grinding out
compositions on a hurdy-gurdy. Looking up the street, I saw bearing down
upon him at a terrific rate a compressed air calliope, propelled and played by
Coburn. “ G. W.”, unaware of his approach, and intent only on extracting
the shekels from the pockets of the by-standers, jumped on his instrument,
waved his arms and shouted, “ Who was —”, but I saw and heard no more,
the smoke rolled in and concealed the terrible crash.

Goddard appeared before a class at the Oread Instiiute, where he was
Professor of Ethics, Economics, Feminology and Criminology. Just now he
was demonstrating, by a series of experiments, the truth of the expression,
“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what your wear.”

Now there arose a series of large brick buildings, surrounded by exten¬
sive and well kept lawns. Evidently a public institution of some kind. But
as the picture became clearer a large sign could be seen, from which I

learned that the buildings were a soda ash factory, the proprietor of which
was W. C. Eddy, whose knowledge of the subject, gained from much read¬
ing of Lunge, had enabled him to make notable improvements in the Solvay
Process.

Near this manufactory was another of about the same size. “ The
Wood Steam Pump Works.” The owner’s close application to business and
his exact technical knowledge of steam and its application to the needs of
man, had earned for him a world-wide reputation. Aside from this, his rep¬
utation as an artist was fast spreading over the United States and Europe.
Reproductions of his works were already appearing in all the leading illus¬
trated magazines.

As the scene again changed, there was shown a pleasure resort, and float¬
ing from a tall flag-staff was the ’99 banner. It proved to be a class reunion
in the form of a barbecue. In the foreground could be seen an immense ox,
finely roasted, and standing over it with a happy smile on his face was Reb-
boli, the presiding genius of all those things that are tempting to the inner
man. “ Doc.” Cole was acting as taster, while W. M. Johnson was eater.
A messenger had just been dispatched for a team of horses to draw the
roasted animal to the spot where it was to be eaten, when Vail, our cham¬
pion hammer thrower, sauntered up. He looked at the animal a moment,
then taking it by the heels swung it round his head two or three times and
threw it with such force that it knocked down two trees and carried away
the corner of a pavilion.

Now there was a spitting and sputtering in the vapors, followed by a
hoarse conjested coughing. Then appeared wheels, wheels, wheels, till my
head grew dizzy. I recognized the Power Laboratory of the Institute, and
climbing among the wheels and rods and pipes, fondling every part, was
Lewis, who had revolutionized the whole idea of gas engines. The entire
steam plant at Tech had been replaced by the fruit of his fertile brain.
Suddenly there was a terrific explosion that shook the whole of Tech hill,
and the Power Lab. started toward Shrewsbury. Looking up, I saw high
in the air one of the engines with Lewis seated astride the fly-wheel pedal¬
ing for dear life, and finally alighting gently on the hills beyond Tatnuck.

The next scene showed the arena of the Greater New York Athletic
Club. Throughout the whole place there was evidenced intense but sup-

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pressed excitement. Soon the cause of this throng of spectators appeared
in the shape of Jo Bartholomew and Curly Johnson. The little champion,
after winning over all comers, had been matched against the heavyweight.
Thousands of dollars were to change hands, and the outcome of the great
fight was eagerly awaited by the entire sporting world. I wished very much
to see the result of the match, but my enchanted smoke could not be con¬
trolled. My one consolation was, that I should soon see it represented by
the biograph artist, Herbert Ferris, at Park Theatre, now owned and man¬
aged by our old friend Burgess.

Now appeared a long, sandy beach, with a background of dark green
palms, covering a knoll which rose gently from the water’s edge. An ideal
place to pass the day in “ honorable recreation.” The seeming quiet was
broken by the appearance of a crowd of howling, yelling, half-naked sav¬
ages headed by a still more noisy band of people playing drums, tom-toms,
rattles, and other nameless instruments. Soon an immense kettle was set
up and a roaring fire started under it. The musicians (?) never ceased
their yelling and dancing about the kettle. Then two natives emerged from
the woods carrying a man bound hand and foot, and laid him beside the fire.
I learned that the people were about to take revenge on this missionary be¬
cause they believed he had been trying to teach their children to smoke.
Suddenly the leader of the musical element, in whom I recognized the sad¬
ly changed features of Billy Shute, stopped his fog-horn drum and bent over
the form of the victim. The others rushed in with uplifted clubs, but their
leader, straightening up, shouted, “ Back, back, you black niggers ! Why,
that’s Sam Willis ; he doesn’t smoke ! ”

The steam from the boiling kettle rose higher and higher, gradually
rolling and spreading to catch the rays of the sun, until its soft folds opened
and disclosed to view the interior of a brilliantly lighted bar-room. Behind
the handsome counter stood Haynes, with one hand mixing Manhattans and
with the other making sauer-kraut fizzes. Through a doorway leading into
the billiard room came the sound of loud talking, then Davis rushed by the
door closely followed by Chamberlain with the ’99 class gun. Almost im¬
mediately was heard the loud report of the gun. Then for a moment all was
still. Then came a sound as of someone jumping on a table, and I heard

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Foster reciting Mark Anthony’s famous speech in tones that would have
made the immortal Willie jump from his perch in Room 18.

The cloud now assumed a crimson hue, then became intensely black.
I saw a fiery rope in the form of a noose advancing toward me. My arms
clung to my sides. I could not move. As the noose settled about my neck
and slowly tightened, I gave a gasp and a start. Then sitting upright in
bed I disentangled the sheets from mv neck and softly murmured, “ Where,
oh Where?”

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Zhe fresbman’s letter.

My Dearest Sue :—

At last I have started my studies at the Worcester Polytechnic Institute,
which the boys call “Tech” for short.

I wanted to write before, but found that all the time of every student is
demanded for study, recitation, drawing, and practice, excepting so much as
may be taken up in the necessary duties of life. Hence it became obviously
important for me to forego all other forms of amusement. ( ?)

I like the school very much, but it is very different from the old academy.

The only teacher that isn’t a man is the librarian. One of the teachers
is just as old-maidish as Aunt Sarah Ann.

Some are professors and some are not, but we call them all “ Professor”
to help raise our marks. Most of the professors are bald on the top of their
heads, but there is hair all over their chins.

Say, Sue, what do you think ; I have to shave now every six weeks.

We all have the handsomest green hats with white bands—our class
colors, you know,—and I think they are lots prettier than brown and blue ;
don’t you? We wear these hats all the time, except when we stand up to
recite.

I don’t have much exercise, as there is no wood to saw, but most every
afternoon I go down on Main Street and pick up chips from 4.30 to 5.30. I
am learning lots about chips.

Last Saturday night I called on one of the teachers, and it is a wonder I
ever got back in time to go to church. He showed me, I guess, about half
a million pictures that he got in England.

The people are awfully saving here. The drawing teacher is so saving
of his breath that he doesn’t tell us a thing is wrong until it is finished, and
then we have to make a new one.

There is a man here called a “ physics teacher.” I asked a junior why
they called him that, and he said "because he is hard to take.”

The tower on Boynton Hall has four clocks and four different times.

They say there used to be four weather-vanes on the tower, but they
took off three because there were four different kinds of wind.

I have learned to wear a pipe and swing a cane,

I 10

The upper classes have their English lectures printed in a little book
called a “ silly bye.”

One day when I was out doors I saw what I thought was a bundle of
rags. I gave it a kick and the rags gave a ki-yi. Then the owner came
along and I tried to make explanations. He told me it was a regular baby
trick, and asked me why I didn’t use my common sense, then I might have
known it was a Scotch terrier.

There is also a full-blooded English terrier here. His name is Duke.
In his front paw he always carries a heavy cane or club, which he uses as a
compass, so he won’t get lost in Bliss field on his way home. He keeps his
records in logarithms, and checks his capacity for food, drink, etc., by
means of the slide rule.

I most want to swear every time I look at the algebra lesson. How¬
ever, our teacher makes it very pleasant by telling us cunning little jokes.

I forgot to tell you about going to church. Most of us go to Central or
Old South, or to Institute or Elm Park. Sunday afternoons we go to sacred
concerts at the lake.

We have to work ten hours a week in the shop, or an hour and a half
in the morning and an hour in the afternoon, while the remainder of the ten
hours is taken up in sleeping or playing ball out doors.

I went to a reception awhile ago. Everybody had to have a girl (they
pronounce it g-u-i-r-1). I had the best one there ; a regular jewel, a perfect
ruby. But I am not going to take her to any more receptions, because I
don’t like her as well as I do you and also because of several other reasons.

I heard a fairy tale the other day that isn’t in our Aesops Fables nor
any other book that I know of. A teacher told us that they can draw out a
grain of sand into a thread a thousand miles long and described the apparatus.

The school hires a janitor to keep the fellows from building bon-fires.
When they have a fire, the faculty passes judgment that everyone is guilty
until he proves himself innocent. Regular Spaniards, aren’t they?

But you must be tired of this long drawn-out tale. Next time I write I
will tell you about our class banquet.

From your own

BOB.

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©pen Xetters anfc IRotices.

Dingleville, Miss.

Mr. Editor:

Dere Sur:—Kan yu kindly infirm me, wear I kin find a crank, suteable fer
to turn a large grine stun. Yurs trooly,

SILAS HAY.

We respectfully refer you to A. L. Smith, instructor in machine design at
W. P. 1.

Dungarven Terrace, Worcester, Mass.

Mr. Editor:

Will you kindly translate the following: “Why—ah—,you didn’t do as
well as you might; that is to say, you did not do so badly; that is to say, you
could have done better; that is to say, you did very well.” It worries me.

Yours, etc., F. RESHMAN.

We should say your mark in English was about 79,99999-)-. You will
have to take the exams, all right.

Mr. Editor:

Are there any further questions?

Tech-ON-THE-Hill, Worcester.

Z. W. COOMBS.

Invariably, invariably, as, for instance, are the words “German” and
“Dutch” interchangeable?

“THE Meadows,” Worcester, Mass.

Mr. Editor:

Will some of your readers kindly inform me where this beautiful passage
occurs: “ Obgleich man nicht sagen Kann, dass die Wissenschaft, etc., etc.”

Sir! We do not read that class of literature. Inquire at any brewery.

Department of Scheme, Highdroolicks and Powow, W. P. I., )

Worcester, Mass. \

Mr. Editor:

Are divining rods divine, and do they ever use ’em on an engine to find
leaks in the fly-wheel? Is a stuffing-box put together with nails, or do they
dovetail them on the edge? Can you buy wrist pins by the paper, and if so,
how many for a quarter? Do you all agree with this? Do they ever shear
hydraulic rams, and can you tell me how to mend an eccentric strap when the
buckle is bust?

Please hand the answer in soon, as they are liable to ask me any old thing
in my recitation. Yours, etc.,

CHARLIE ALLEN.

We have not the available room to answer.

Department of Political Sighance, W. P. 1.

Mr. Editor:

Can you inform me why 1 look out of the window when addressing my
class? Why are this year’s “Bibliographical ” collections so singularly like those
of last year? Am I Republican or Democrat? and do you think Cole com¬
mitted the “Crime of ’76”? Yours, so to speak,

G. H. HAYNES.

Ask us another.

6 PINK street, Worcester, Mass.

Dear Sir:

Would you consider the Duke a man of mark?

Yours, etc., P. T. O.

Yes, decidedly,—a man of many marks—anywhere from zero to thirty.

NOTICE.

Board by the day or night, suitable for bonfires. Inquire behind the barn.
No questions asked.

THE WASHBARN SHOPS.

CARD OF THANKS.

I wish to take this opportunity of thanking the members of the Senior
Class for their kind words and also advice. I have profited by it in such a way
as will, I am suah, make it interesting for 1900. 1 have changed the coarse in
English Litterature, so that we shall be enabled to work all night as well as all
day.

I have dropped “The Lay of the Lost Baron,” and shall substitute “She
Was Bred In Old Kentucky,” with notes and variations by Karl Reed. Instead
of Middlemarsh, we shall take up “Old Sleuth Leaflet No. IV., on “Billy the
Bar-room Buster,” and I hope also to review the “Encyclopedia Brittanica ”
and “Babyland.” U. W. C.

NOTICE !!!

Hereafter, all orders issued by me will be considered as coming from my¬
self. No chips will be allowed on the floor, and no illegitimate files will be tol¬
erated. Students must not sleep on the planer-bed, and lard oil will not be
used as a cosmetic. No dogs will be allowed at large, but must be collared and
returned to the kennel. Instructors must obtain my permission before instruct¬
ing. Dutch-noses can be obtained at Zaeder’s, but must not be used by
Swedes. Students must keep out of the cage, as it annoys the monkey. If
you can’t find anything you want, steal it from the other man. We have spent
$69,000 for improvements, and we must cut down expenses, if 1 have to hire
twenty-three assistants to do it. Hereafter, no student will be allowed to make
up ten hours in five hours, or work in more than one department at once.

Per order,

IKY, Superintendent,

Watch dog of the Shops.

P. S .—1 am running these shops, having complete control and supervision
of each and every man. 1 . F. W.

Car ft of Change.

We wish to thank our kind friend, who so lovingly
ministered to us, during our late be—Reevement. Thank
you for your kind words. We had such a lovely funeral.
The offering of flowers was very beautiful, the floral
gas-engine and eccentric being especially appropriate.
Also the crank.

We feel that we caught the “undertoe ”—right in the
base plate, as it were. We did not duck when things
came our way, but stood up bravely and “waded out.’’
Our lack of “horse sense” is compensated for by our
“child-like ” trust in the theory of the “mule kick.”

We believe thoroughly in home study during leisure
and other hours, of gas engines, and in the preparation
and typewriting of social essays during the Recitation
time. Also a 40% cut in all subjects, and still we won¬
der why we did not do the work.

Please do not disturb us on Monday, as we are
thinking thoughts.

The Thermodynamiters of ’99.

CLASS DAY.

CLASS DINNER.

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Class 2Da\>.

Did we have a class day? Well, I should smile right out loud. It was
a class day of class days, and we advise all following classes to “go, thou,
and do likewise.”

The morning of the 19th of June dawned clear and sunny, and at about
10 o’clock we assembled on Tech Hill to plant, or rather christen, our Class
Tree. After a neat little speech by Mr. Howe, a bottle of appollinaris water
was broken and each member poured a few drops on our adopted protege.
A large boulder had been placed close to the tree and will eventually bear
the potent numerals ’99.

After the christening we started for Rebboli’s lodge, where the real fun
took place. There we found boats, canoes, and all the necessary articles
for doing a few stunts in the swimming line, and we immediately availed
ourselves of all the opportunities to get right down to work and enjoy our¬
selves. There were many amusing and interesting events. Scott tried the
art of navigation in a sailing canoe and was kindly helped out in the middle
of the pond by Messrs. Eveleth and Goddard. He returned the compliment
by ducking Goddard and then swimming ashore and purloining Eveleth’s
trousers, which he sported till his own were dry. We discovered a large
megaphone in the boat-house, which we utilized to coach the crews and inci¬
dentally the passers-by on the main road, while a farmer in a field a quarter
of a mile away was given a few pointers in the art of hoeing ’tatoes, through
the same instrument. At 1 o’clock we sat down to a magnificent banquet
served by Rebboli, the tables being set in the grove, and we ate everything
in sight. A suitable spring had been established in a little hollow at one
side, and a large number availed themselves of its sweet solace. After din¬
ner, a light shower coming up, we adjourned to the boat-house, where ’99’s
string band furnished a few selections. Reb and Guy then did some
athletic stunts, after which the class prophecy and history were read. Later
a game of base-ball was played and a swimming race was held for the class
shield. Tyler won in four feet of water. After a cold bird and a few other
things, the party broke up at about seven o’clock, and we returned to
Worcester, voting the new Class Day a howling success and calling down
all sorts of blessings on the heads of the committee and Charlie Rebboli.

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fll>a00. Delta Chapter of Stgma alpha Epsilon fraternity

This chapter, now one of the most flourishing in the Fraternity, is the
outgrowth of the Tech Co-operative Society. In 1894 this society applied
for and was granted a charter from S. A. E., and, though of rather conser¬
vative nature, has made a steady advance. The fraternity during the first
of its existence rented quarters, but all of these were inadequate, and the
Chapter is now housed in a comfortable chapter house of its own, situated
at the corner of Faraday Street and Humboldt Avenue. The house is
admirably suited for Chapter purposes and cannot but prove satisfactory to
all who may chance to occupy it. During the year, a few social events are
provided for by the Chapter to divert its members from the dull monotony of
constant study. The Chapter holds an annual foot-ball and a base ball game
with a sister chapter at Harvard University. These games are most enjoy¬
able and are looked forward to each year by members of the Chapter.
During the winter of each year the Chapter holds a whist party and a dance,
two events which are the source of a great deal of pleasure for all who may
attend. The Chapter closes this season with twenty-five members, the
largest membership it ever had. The Class of ’99 has eight members in
this fraternity, Samuel T. Willis, Harry M. Chamberlain, Karl B. Reed,
Oliver P. Tyler, Pliny W. Wood, Arthur S. VanOstrand, Charlie J. Reb-
boli, Harry A. Clark. Fraternity life at Tech may not be what it is in insti¬
tutions where less time is devoted to study ; nevertheless, any man who does
not accept the opportunity to join either of the fraternities at Tech, if such
opportunity comes his way, is a decided loser.

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IP! llota Chapter of ipbi (Samma Belta.

This chapter is the oldest chapter in the Tech, and was founded in 1891.
The chapter has rented the house at 7 Everett Street during the last three or
four years. Previous to this they occupied the house at 7 Highland Street.
It has entertained considerable and has enjoyed prosperity ever since its for¬
mation. It has enrolled many persons, including a few members of the
faculty, upon its list during the past year. Its present number of active
members is twenty-three, which is a larger number than usual. The Class
of ’99 has only three members, Joseph Bartholomew, W. Johnson, G. Gabriel,
in this chapter.

During the past year the chapter has got out plans for a new house,
which is now in process of structure on the corner of Boynton and Salisbury
Streets, overlooking Institute Park. This is one of the most desirable sites
in the vicinity of the Tech, and the chapter feels proud of its selection. The
chapter hopes to occupy their new home by September 15, 1899. The
house is large enough to accommodate twenty-four men easily, and in case
of necessity thirty men can be housed.

The Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity held its fifteenth anniversary October
14-18, 1898, in Pittsburg, Pa., and a new constitution was adopted. It has
brought many new features of fraternity life into the men of the chapter.

G. G.

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ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION.

Track Athletics.

Foot-Ball.

Base-Ball.

TENNIS ASSOCIATION.

MUSICAL ASSOCIATION.

Glee Club.

Banjo, Mandolin, and Guitar Club.

CURRENT TOPICS CLUB.

YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION.

CAMERA CLUB.

WASHBURN ENGINEERING SOCIETY.

THE JOURNAL OF THE WORCESTER POLYTECHNIC
INSTITUTE.

FRATERNITIES.

Sigma Alpha Epsilon,

Massachusetts Delta Chapter.

Phi Gamma Delta,

Pi Iota Chapter.

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THE STEVENS RIFLES

are the recognized standard arm for all kinds of shooting, having repeatedly
proven their reputation for accuracy and reliability. They are made in twenty-
five different models, adapted to all kinds of shooting.

PRICE, $6.00

The “Favorite” Rifle

This model, one of our latest produc-

No. 17.

Plain open
front and rear
sights.
Weight,

4'4 lbs.

tions, is adapted to light shooting, such as
target practice. It combines all the fea¬
tures which go to make up a perfect rifle
—symmetry, accuracy, safety, lightness—•
and is low in cost.

No. 19.
Favorite
Rifle
taken
apart.

We have arranged a finely illustrated booklet,

“Practical PointersforthosewhoShoot”

giving concisely full information concerning rifles, shooting, etc., and the rules which
govern contests. This will be mailed gladly with our catalogue.

J. STEVENS ARflS & TOOL CO.

P. O. BOX 1480.

CHICOPEE PALLS, MASS.

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The WASHBURN SHOPS

OF THE

Worcester Polytechnic Institute,

MANUFACTURERS

OF

WORCESTER, MASS.

Machinists' * 7 ools ,

Engine and Speed Lathes ,

Lkvist Drill Grinders and
General Grinding Machinery.

Also , Apparatus for Physical and
Electrical Laboratories.

Excellent Facilities for Machine Work, Pattern Making and General Wood Work.

SEND FOR
CATALOGUE.

'• NOTICE ^

ALL STUDENTS

EXCEPT THOSE

E.XCU5ED
FROM EXAMS.'!

WILLMtET.ro* E»*MIWvr iO»l.<OtU)T IfT-IMt

HEREAFTER

NO

shop practice;

• Will BE OMITTED ONOEK „
Any conditions.

Youixs PaithFocuY

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Hborougb

If aspect tons

And Insurance against Loss or
Damage to Property and Loss
of Life and Injury to Persons
caused by

J. M. ALLEN, President.

WM. B. FRANKLIN, Vice-President.

F. B. ALLEN, 2d Vice-President.

J. B. PIERCE, Secretary and Treasurer.
L. B. BRAINARD, Asst. Treasurer.

L. F. MIDDLEBROOK, Asst. Secretary.

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You can get

Pond's Exti*sst

by pressing your demand gently
but firmly. Pond’s Extract cures
Catarrh, Sore Throat, Bronchitis,
Coughs,Co!ds and relieves all pain.

4 1 t~ 9 tJ 7 r~* r~t_f~*1

We stood upon the sandy beach,
I heard a gentle cry,

I moved a little closer,

And gazed into her lunch box.

A wave dashed up and wet ogr feet,
We ran in sudden haste.

She tripped and fell—but then—
My arm was ’round her parasol.

Then as we wandered slowly home
In, oh, what perfect bliss,

My cheek came near to her cheek,

I slyly stole a handkerchief.

FISK & CO.,
Proprietors.

4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mass.

156 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y.

1041 32c! Street, Washington, D. C.

378 Wabash Avenue, Chicago, III.

25 King Street, West Toronto, Canada.

414 Century Building, Minneapolis, Minn.
420 Parrott Building, San Francisco, Cal.
730 Cooper Building, Denver. Colo.

525 Stimson Block, Los Angeles, Cal.

Send to any of the above agencies for Agency Manual. Corres¬
pondence with employers is invited. Registration forms sent
to teachers on application.

Day Building, cor. of
Main and
Walnut Streets,
Room 30,
Worcester, Mass.

Thorough Instruction in

Pencil, Charcoal and Crayon Drawing, Pen
and Ink Drawing for Illustrations, Water
Color and Oil Painting from Figure and
from landscape.

STUDIO open for the Summer Monday, Wednes¬
day and Saturday afternoons. Applications
for sketching lessons made by letter will
receive prompt attention.

Being about to
retire from business
the Class of f 99
offers for sale

BOOKSa

“Cole’s Reply to Haynes.” (Bound in Silver, pages 16-1.)

“How We and Chandler Run the Shops.” (Translated
from the Italian of Iky Whiskerew.)

“ The Origin and Decline of the Dutcheese and How to
Cultivate them.” By Coolidge. (Published in Hartford
near New Haven.)

“ What I Think About Gas Engines.” By K. Reed. (Bound
in Asbestos—Fire-brick cover.)

“The Rise and Fall of the Axe.” By the Faculty. (Dedi¬
cated to Past Members.)

Also a clever and interesting collection of antique works on
English Riteratue,—from Chaucer’s “Jawbreakers for the
Tonguetied,” to Bacon’s “ On the Hog.”

OTHER ARTICLES.;

the following
articles:

Several tons of notes on Poly Con and Poly Sci, suitable for
shoddy or rag carpets, one entire stud of German Horses
warranted safe and gentle between the lines, a large varied
collection of Pulls of assorted sizes suitable for house moving
or mark raising, several barrels of Wallenstein’s Sager and
class-room jokes of the vintage of ’72, four cans of embalmed
mechanics (made in England), and several cycles of the
Rankin and Carnot type, (drop frame with curve, fires—gas
filled, gear—461 belowo, adiabatic seat post, cranks, anything
you want.)

All of the above, together with a lot of straight tips, for sale
cheap.

H. SCHERVEE,

And Maker of

fine Portraits,

photographer,

Worcester, Mass.

Also a Select Line of FRAMES.

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