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of the year. Observations at this place were also made by parties from Harvard University, the Blue Hill, and the Flagstaff, Arizona Observatories. All of the work planned was successfully accomplished under ideal conditions of location and weather.
Excellent sketches and photographs of the Corona were made, the times of the four contacts determined, and observations were made to determine any change in magnetic declination during the eclipse.
One interesting bit of information regarding the reliability of maps made independently of geodetic control was obtained at this time. Careful astronomic observations showed that the best maps then available located Washington, Ga., more than four miles from its true position.
The success of this expedition not unnaturally stimulated in Professor Burton the desire to see the total eclipse of 1901, which was remarkable for the length of the time of totality and which, because of this, offered exceptional advantages for making those observations that can be made only during a total eclipse. The eclipse in 1901, visible in the East Indies, was of nearly six minutes' duration - that of 1900 at Washington, Ga., was of less than one and a half minutes' duration. Professor Burton therefore requested, and obtained, a leave of absence for the purpose of organizing an expedition to observe this eclipse, which occurred on May 18.
A location some one hundred miles in the interior of Sumatra at Sawah Loento was selected for the observations. Unfortunately the path of totality of this eclipse passed over a region of the earth where there is much cloudiness and rain. The selection of Sawah Loento was, however, quite fortunate and excellent results were obtained, although there was some cloudiness during a part of the time of eclipse. It was on this expedition that the pendulum observations for measuring the force of gravity, mentioned above, were obtained. In the journey to and from Sumatra, the expedition made a complete circuit of the globe.
It was soon after his return from Sumatra that President Pritchett, realizing the growth of the Institute made a readjustment of administrative office necessary, asked Professor Burton to become the first Dean of Technology. Reluctant as he was to relinquish his work as a teacher, in which he had been conspicuously successful, the duties of the new position, with their relation to the formation and development of character in the student body, appealed to him strongly. He therefore accepted the task at which for nineteen years he has labored unceasingly with Faculty, Alumni and students, striving to establish in the student body an esprit de corps founded on truth, uprightness, effort and intelligence. In aiding these efforts, he has assumed it to be fundamental that the student body was at heart clean, fair-minded, capable; and that under reasonable guidance and suggestion, it would formulate and control its own activities with better grace and more successfully than could be done by any fiat of Faculty, direction of Dean, or ecclesiastical admonition.
He has seen laid a foundation for a student control of their own
If you can quiet a parent in his rages
Of sin is Prob. and get him to stay straight,
If you can find some fellow sick and lonely
Student that Humphreys mentions in his prayers,
Till some day we may have them - thanks to you!
If you can be a gentleman and scholar,
An edifice that stands four-square and clean,
Why then, your boys will know that you're SOME DEAN.
Read at the Senior Dinner, June 7, 1921.]
R. E. R.
TECHNOLOGY IS REPRESENTED IN THE U. S. SENATE
TECHNOLOGY is represented in the United States Senate. General T. Coleman du Pont, '84, president of the Alumni Association of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 1919-1920, has been appointed United States senator from Delaware by Governor Denney to succeed Josiah O.Wolcott, who resigned to become chancellor of Delaware.
General du Pont who is the Delaware member of the Republican National Committee, will serve the unexpired term, which runs until March, 1923.
DEANING AS A FINE ART
THEY were two undergraduates, freshmen, strangers in the East, living in lodgings and consequently rather lonely and out of sorts with the world. Somehow they had met the Dean, and somehow he had invited them to call this evening, in the Christmas vacation when the school was deserted. And from what little they knew of college deans they had judged it politic to accept. So here they were, shy and a bit defiant, finding their way up the little lane of fir trees to the little house in Newton Centre. In, as they expressed it, for a hard evening.
The house was ablaze with lights, the house seemed alive with children, all vocal; somebody was making a great racket on the piano. They rang, the door opened, and they fell back aghast. They were simple western boys, unused to the splendors of college officials in the east. In the doorway stood a tall and massive footman, dignified and well nourished, in crimson livery, knee breeches, white stockings, powdered hair.
"What names, please?" asked the apparition.
They gave them weakly and followed him into a large well-used room filled with children and young people in fancy dress, a Christmas tree, a few other Tech men obviously greatly tickled at something. They were presented to Mrs. Burton, mistress of the revels, in vivid, flame-colored things and barbaric ornaments. It was a Twelfth Night party, she explained, and they would find something to put on upstairs. Take anything they could find. The madder the better.
"This way, please," said the Footman haughtily, and as they turned meekly to follow him, one, the quicker witted, saw a great light. "You poor fish," he whispered, punching the other in the ribs. "It's the Dean!"
And what Homer used to call unquenchable laughter arose from the other Tech men who had been waiting for the moment. It was the Dean! From that moment they ceased to be lonely freshmen and became part of a tradition, the tradition of which the Dean and Mrs. Burton had made many boys like themselves free. They ransacked upstairs and devastated the house to find costumes weird and colorful enough for the occasion, assisted by the Burton children, the children of the neighborhood, the older girls, and the visiting Tech men. They returned downstairs like Solomon in his glory. And they threw themselves into the Twelfth Night revels, the revels of Old England, which Mrs. Burton kept alive in the new world, until you never would have imagined they had been raised as Baptists somewhere in Nebraska. They played the old games, they footed it, clumsily but courageously, in the morris dances and the game of Romans and Britons, they even tried to sing.
Presently they ransacked the house again, from kitchen to garret, for properties for the noble Commedia del Arte, the extemporary plays
modelled on those cherished for centuries by the strolling players of Italy and France, the very originals of Punchinello and Harlequin, Columbine and Pantaloon. Mrs. Burton gave them the fable - say the Frenzied Poet and they acted it out for themselves, making it up as they went along, more in the George M. Cohan manner, perhaps, than the classic, but screamingly funny.
And when they were dead beat and fatigued with laughter, the Dean set up his little marionette theatre, the darling of his heart, a family enterprise for which Mrs. Burton devised the little plays and the Dean drew and cut out and carved and painted the scenery and characters, and engineered the lighting; and with the Dean to pull the strings, and each part given its appropriate voice, they played the old, old Mystery, almost as it might have been played in York or Chester fifteen centuries ago, the Nativity according to St. Luke.
And then they sang Christmas carols and went home, ushered to the door again by the Footman, who had remained footman throughout the evening, keeping to his part with the relish and gusto of a true artist, formal, unapproachable, more deanlike than he had ever been known to be in his office.
That was the sort of thing the Dean and Mrs. Burton did for generations of Tech men, until the mistress of the revels must leave our bitter climate for the warmth and health of Carmel-by-the-Sea in California, whither the Dean now follows, to be with her and the children. That was the sort of thing they gave the children of the faculty at the annual May Party in the President's house and garden, with another gracious hostess now no longer with us. And, one may say, it was the spirit of those gatherings, where those two taught our hard working, shy, lonely, unimaginative boys what it was to be really children, what it was to revel, what it was to have a tradition of merrymaking — it was that spirit, one may say, leaking over and permeating the Dean's official life that made his deanship probably unlike any other deanship in an American college.
I recall one dean in a small college not so far away, who was popularly suspected of keeping spies in the small city near the college, to which one resorted for theatres and dinners and liquor, and who was supposed to receive full reports from those spies, not only of the undergraduates' doings but the instructors' as well. It doesn't matter so much whether the rumor was true or false; it was generally believed and it settled the hash of that dean in the students' minds. And if one were to ask the average undergraduate of the average American college what the word "dean" connotes, ten to one he would reply: "Spy, overseer, minister of justice, secret police, petty tyrant."
It is one of the unique glories of Dean Burton that no Tech man was ever heard to say that; he was rather the mediator, the friend, who stood between the hapless undergraduate and the Minos and Rhadamanthus of the faculty. And, in consequence, it was a wonder he ever had an evening at home with his family. No gathering was complete without him, no dinner, smoker, official or unofficial festivity