University of Rhode Island - Renaissance / Grist Yearbook (Kingston, RI)

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Sarah Elizabeth Champlin alighted upon this mundane sphere in the little town of Kingston, Rhode Island, and liked her first stopping-place so well, that, except for an extremely short sojourn in Stonington, Connecticut, she has resided there ever since. That she has done so speaks volumes to the credit of Kingston; but it is doubtful if even the natural attractions of that pleasant little hamlet would have sufficed to keep her but for the founding there of the R. I. C. Miss Champlin gained the first requisites of an education at the village school, supplemented this with two years in the college preparatory school and now as a J unior feels that her student days here are drawing to a close. She is already looking with longing eyes upon the halls of Brown University, where she fondly expects to pursue a post-graduate course, even hoping, we suspect, to capture a Ph.D. SARAH ELIZABETH CHAMPLIN “Elizabeth” has an affectionate and lively disposition; in society she is prominent, is active in Y. W. C. U. work, is the life of many a Grange meeting, and but for a fondness for Freshman sleighrides and class suppers, together with a weakness for ornaments, i e., ’07 Class Pins, might well be held up as a pattern of all that her class could wish in one of its members. 31

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CLARENCE ELMER BRETT One morning in early Spring a great commotion was heard in a certain house at Brockton, Mass. Upon inquiry it was found to have been caused by the arrival of Clarence Elmer Brett, whose later bent toward physical culture was already presaged by the promptness with which he proceeded to try his lung capacity, and the amount of soul and feeling he put into the effort. From this time on he was well known for his good conduct and quiet ( ?) demeanor. A mere sample of common-school education convinced Brett that he could find use for something more. Accordingly, he entered the Brockton High School. By the sufferance of his teachers he stayed at that interesting place for four years, and on the strength of his promise to leave, was given a pass into the Massachusetts Agricultural College. After staying there two years he decided to seek “green fields and pastures new,” so he took the cars for Kingston and the Rhode Island College. From there, if he has good luck and escapes breaking his neck, he expects to graduate with the class of 1905. 20

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VICTOR WELLS DOW. V. W. Dow first tried his vocal powers in the town of St. Albans, Maine, a trial that evidently was most satisfactory, as he is no slouch of a conversationalist at the present writing — never less so than when he is jollying some susceptible “co-ed” out of a pound of fudge. Dow attended district school and afterward high school in his home town, and then essayed to teach school. Wearying of the monotony of this, he began weaving wool- ens. While listening to the song of the loom, he became imbued with the desire for a higher education, and not daring to give any Maine institution the privilege of teaching his young ideas how to shoot, in the month of Septem- ber, 1901, he hied himself to “Little Rhody, ” and since then his history is interwoven with that of the class of 1905 and the Rhode Island College. “Vic” has a cheerful disposition and studious habits, and has left a clean record behind him, although he is not wholly averse to running a blufi ' . As a Sophomore, Military Science was his hobby; this year his stable is empty, and we strongly suspect that he intends to get an automobile to carry his Senior dignity about the campus.