Prof. Gummere of the Drexel Institute On mighty Mount Makushin burnt his boot The crater sure was hot but when we did inquire Found it was done while drying them to near the fire Angles and dips of the magnetic kind Dry bulbs and wet were ever on his mind Strong in debate on theories scientific Passed many a weary hour on the Pacific Dr. Vandyke the foothills oft would skirt Oe’r turning stones and delving in the dirt Beetles and bugs, all things that fly and crawl Were his delight, and well he knew them all If one were ill, or hovering near the Brink He’d bring you back with ointment made of Zinc Fauna and Flora that is bugs and flowers Were his delight. On them he’d talk for hours Of stature slight by nature energetic The way he’d chase those bugs was quite pathetic Colby and Cody hunters of renown. Whose specialty was bears, white, black, or brown The Aleutian Is’ds yield but fox and rat But little did these Nimrods care for that Blood was their hobby they but lived for gore And Colby’s stomach ever called for more. They left us early much to our dismay To hunt the grizzly down in Bristol Bay. With grape nuts, flour, bacon in galore They chase the caribou, what could they ask for more Next is little Dr. Eakle with the twinkle in his eye Who could cook a flapjack, pound up rocks. Or climb the mountains high I’ll bet when he gets home again on California’s shore He will never travel the Bering Sea in a Sch’r any more He left us at Dutch Harbor and took another way To Berkeley’s Alma Mater on San Francisco’s Bay. Messrs. Sweeney next and Myers, young men of good repute The latter on his bugle would oft delight to toot At any hour at any time either by night or day Reveille, Mess call, any old thing He’d lug her out and play. He left with Eakle much to our regret And in my dreams I hear reveille yet. Now I’ve roasted and I’ve toasted these fellows good and true Just incline your ear and listen While I whisper unto you With a better lot of shipmates have I never yet set sail Mid the light Pacific breezes or the wild Aleutian gale I’ll remember each and all of them And I hope they’ll think of me And the trip they made in the Lydia bold. To the darned old Bering Sea. _George Seeley Sailing Master of the Technology Expedition 1907_ [Uncorrected from the original manuscript] We collected specimens and made notes on geology, magnetism, topography, weather, photography, ethnology, plants, insects, birds, ores, shipping, volcanoes and navigation--materials for years of laboratory study. The journal of the expedition, thirty-seven pages long with photographs, was published by the _Technology Review_.