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

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JUNIOR HISTORY l EOPLE say “there is nothing new under the sun,” and it is probably true. At any rate the history of the Class of ’o6 in its Junior year is much like that of the preceding classes- When the students went away after the Commencfement of 1904, two of our class left never to return as its members, but seven have proved faithful. At the beginning of the fall term, mindful of our duty and pleasure in guiding the wan- dering Freshman feet in ways new to them, we started them on their career by a gathering in Lippitt Hall. It is our sincere desire that they may reflect credit on our training. After that event we settled down to work, and that is what we have been doing ever since, with a little spice now and then intermingled. We are fairly well distributed among the courses. Mr. Keyes “lives” in the chemical laboratory, where he obtains marvelous results by mixing compounds of unpronounceable names. Mr. Harding “sleeps” on the draught- ing table in the highway engineering room, and dreams of maps and rocky roads. Messrs. Arno ' d, Berry and Nichols have shocking times in the electrical laboratory, and Mr. Harding occasionally drops in to help “do hir gs.” The doings there would fill a whole set of books. The favorite trick seems to be putting the college lighting system “on the bum.” The methods employed are not known outside the Electrical Club, but they are certainly sue ess- ful. They also run a sort of free-lunch counter, and to some persons the engine-room is known as Harding’s ice- cream parlor. The Misses Elkins and Sisson spend a portion of their time “bisecting bugs in Barlow’s biological bureau;” during the rest of their waking hours they are employed in the library poring over ancient manuscripts of mediaeval history. They indorse the strenuous life. Further acts of the “seven,” their peculiarities and a few wild guesses as to their futures, are faithfully recorded in their personal histories. These records are to be relied upon, as the authors are well acquainted with their sub- jects. 15

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JUNIOR CLASS, 1906 Colors, Black and orange. Motto. “The gods send thread for a web begun.” Officers. B. H. Arnold, C. E. Sisson, F. G. Keyes, L. L. Harding, President Pice-President Secretary Treasurer Honorary Member. E. Josephine Watson. Members. B. H. Arnold, W. N. Berry, Marion G. Elkins, L. L. Harding, F. G. Keyes, H. M. Nichols, Cora E. Sisson,

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BENJAMIN HOWARD ARNOLD ■ ' Muggsy ” T O give anyone the task of writing up the history of “Muggsy” for the past three years is unfair. To ask one to do it in so short a sketch as this is unjust; yes, more than this, it is an outrage. Why, many a man who has had a far smaller opinion of himself than has Ben, has had whole volumes dedicated to his deeds and misdeeds. At best, I can only rouse your curiosity concerning him. It was three years ago in September that the future “Muggsy (Who would havethoughtitthen ?) togetherwith the rest of the class, arrived in Kingston. His early life here ran rather quietly, as the books with which he sported; but last summer — it grieves me to tell this, but in strict candor I can keep nothing back — Ben went to St. Louis and there wandered down the Pike. “What a fall was there, my countrymen!” Even the embryonic, silky souvenir mustache which he brought back with him from the exposition could ill requite us for the change in our once staid and quiet classmate; and when he accidentally pulled out a hair, thereby making it so one-sided as to cause him to sacrifice the pride of his heart and disfigure his face, we fondly expected to see our old Ben when the brush-fence was removed, but alas for human expectations! Much of B. H. A.’s time has been spent in the printer’s department and to such good advantage that from being a “printer’s devil,” he has become a devil of a printer. In his studies, although he “fussed” a while with the highway-engineering course, he has settled down to become an electrical engineer, his taste runrirg to shocking occupations. Ben’s favorite amusement when not cutting ice is cutting electric wires, for which purpose a pair of plyers may always be seen worn on his hip. Not only brilliant but industrious, thoughtful and good-natured, standing well among his fellows and enjoying the confidence of his instructors, in the opinion of the present scribe, Benjamin Howard Arnold, of East Grenwich, Rhode Island, is destined for a useful and successful future.