THE BATTALION
“The Play ? s the Thing”
J ohn Barrymore himself would
“get rtic hook” if he did not
know his cues, or re^d his lines
as ca 11 ed for by the action of
the pla^.
Engineers get cues, too —
from the industrial drama of
which they are a part. Like ac
tors, their performance must bt
the action oi an economic play.
Thus the reason that the
journals, the societies, the
schools, colleges, teachers, and
well-known public men are
urging engineers to study eco
nomics—to learn the nature
and effect of economic laws.
To build the largest genera
tor or the smallest meter, for
example, is not always in itself
a great engineering feat. The
feat consists in having it ready
at a time, a price, and with
such features as the prevailing
economic situation calls for.
In this sense engineers —
and particularly Westinghouse
engineers—must be “practicing
economists”. They must follow
closely the “action of the play”
— analyzing fundamental con
ditions in every held, and
calculating their causes and
probable effects.
All this, so that when a cue is
spoken in factory or home, on
farm or railroad, on the sea or
in the air, they may be ready.
This advertisement is eighth in a vocational series, outlining the fields
for engineering achievement in the Westinghouse organization.
A copy of the entire series will be sent to anyone requesting it.
’Vtfestinghouse
ACHIEVEMENT 6 OPPORTUNITY
WESTINGHOUSE
ELECTRIC
THE RUMORED ROOMMATE
There was once a roommate (I’ve
heard it said),
Who didn’t snore like a thoroughbred;
Who understood the difference be
tween “mine” and “thine,”
Who bought his own tooth paste and
iodine;
But he wasn’t yours
(And he wasn’t mine.)
This, unique roommate, (so I’m told)
Never got grouchy when he had a
cold,
Never spieled for hours on some
queen “devine,”
But he wasn’s yours
(And he wasn’t mine.)
This Utopian glut (the wise ones
say)
Never got peeved throughout the day.
Never spent y ur money when you
went out to dine,
Never got stewed on bootleg wine,
But he wasn’t SHRDLMFWYFP
But you’ve never seen him
(And he sure ain’t mine.)
(The unknown)
Darling, he cried in tender tone,
I have never loved but Thee.
Then we must p-,rt, the maiden said,
No amateurs for me.—Queens Blues.
Six-Year-Old Prodigy— !-?*! * * *
Blank, etc.
Horrifie dMaternal Parent—What
language, Algernon!
S. Y. O. P. (naively)—Profanity,
mother. Don’t you recognize it ?
Time is unable to bring forth new
truths, but is only the unfolding
a timeless truth.—Goethe.