helper. Whenever the young engineers saw Mr. Alden coming into
the drafting room, they would drop their pencils in anticipation of
the fiery clashes which seemed to be an invariable part of the
experimental process.
There were few other projects in which Mr. Alden was not
successful, and he had the further fortunate knack of turning his ideas
into dollars."If you'll give me a ride into town, I'll stop at the bank and give
you a check," he said to Charlie Allen. As the men climbed into
Charlie Allen's big open car, Mr. Alden added, "But don't you
tell anybody about it for a long time."
"C.M." or "Prof" (there was a choice) kept the secret for a long
time. When the station was equipped with its eighty-four-foot boom
rotating from the power of a water wheel almost hidden under the
highway bridge, the public announcement of this attraction said it
had been made available "by a friend."
A friend indeed was George Alden, who again and again made
other additions to the laboratory, to its land and waterways. Finally,
by a trust set up in memory of Professor Thompson, he guaranteed
such a permanent provision for the laboratory that Professor Allen
could later report: "As a matter of record, it can be said that the
laboratory from the beginning has cost the institute but very little
money."
This was due not alone to Mr. Alden's gifts. "Prof" Allen was
the best promoter a cause ever had. Because of many a Yankee
swap for hydraulic advice, the laboratory soon possessed an
amazing array of equipment. "Prof" Allen was also the best economizer
any project ever had. He even used the power generated by a model
of the turbine in Russia's Dneiperstroi power station to provide
power and light for the laboratory. Never known to throw
anything away or to waste anything, when it came time to build a new
building, he simply built it around the old one. The grounds
became an ideal depository for mechanical equipment, with
storehouses sprouting up all over the place for his treasure trove of
what he called "idle apparatus" but many another person called
junk.
Some of this equipment, along with Professor Allen's horse and
buggy and car, was stored in the old Hill barn. This barn had been
transferred the several miles from the corner of Salisbury and
Boynton Streets by another of Professor Allen's adroit deals. The
barn had been demolished when six friends of Tech had bought
the estate as a gift to the school. "A shame to waste it," said
Professor Allen, looking at the barn when it was being torn down.
With his usual "dickering," he arranged with a drayman to take
it out piece by piece to Chaffins when there was not a full load on
regular trips. Eventually, as he knew it would be, the barn was
completely reassembled.
When first established, the laboratory had been used for thesis