THE BATTALION
Sailing West to India
(Since the days of Christo
pher Columbus men have felt
the call to “sail due west to find
India.” In an organization like
Westinghouse, such pioneering
spirits find happy haven as re
search engineers. Their every
thought is a question — every
energy bent to discover new
and more effective answers to
baffling problems.
Immediately Westinghouse
began to build alternating cur
rent machines of high voltages,
for example, the problem of
insulation became acute. For
thirty-five years high voltages
and insulation have formed an
endless chain of problems. As
voltages have been increased,
improved insulation has been
demanded. As insulation has
been bettered, voltages have
been still further increased.
One strikmg contribution of
Westinghouse research engi
neers has been the perfection
of an entirely new insulation
material—Micarta. Possessing
many of the qualities of metal,
paper, fiber, mica, gum, rubber,
Micarta differs in radical re
spect from all of these.
It serves industry indirectly
as improved insulation mate
rial, and also directly because
of superiorities when used for
gears, propeller blades, and
the like.
Only the imagination can
set a limit on the field for the
research engineer—or for an
organization that centers
around him.
HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY
HOLDS BIG PICNIC ON
BANKS OF BRAZOS I
The Horticultural Society believing
that eating is a prerequisite to work,
started its year’s work on a picnic
to Koppe’s Bridge, Friday, October
10. About fifteen members, their in
vited guests, the Horticultural Fac
ulty and their v/ives comprised the
party. Rare culinary art was dis
covered in the society—not a weinie
cooked was heard to bark. . A regu
lation picnic menu was served—
powerful coffee, etc. Ice cream, the
last course, caused dire concern to be
felt for certain members.
The teriscopian art was practiced
on an improvised floor under the
guidance of a “mean moon,” camp
fires and the chaperones. A free for
all “confab” on the Brazos sands con
cluded the program except for the re
turn ride in time to hear Gabriel blow
the last horn of the day.
Die when I may, I want it said of
me by those who knew me best, that
I always plucked a thistle and plant
ed a flower where I thought a flower
would grow.—Abraham Lincoln.
Man is the merriest specie of the
creation; all above or below him o*
serious.—Addison.