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

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Th e r GRIST 18 quite want to stay and yet he felt bound to do so. That same evening an 07 banner floated from the wires between Davis Hall and the botanical laboratory. These landmarks on our journey do not tell much of what it really has been. They simply show the most conspicuous parts of it. The real work of the course, the classroom and laboratory, the fun and rough-housing, the solid good-fellowship we have enjoyed, and the friendships we have made, are written only in our memories, and can never be made real and definite to anyone else. Perhaps a word as to the composition of our class will be interesting. Three of us are studying elec- trical engineering ; one, mechanical engineering; one, highway engineering ; two, chemistry ; three, general science ; and one, agriculture. What our lives will be after we leave here, no one knows. Some of us will probably teach, others go into professional work; but, whatever we do, and wherever we are, each one will know that he has ten friends on whom he can depend — friends whom he has known throughout the intimacy of a college course, and who, like himself, are ahvays interested in Rhode Island — Our College. Past Members D. R. Arnold S. F. George E. S. Ladd N. POLADIAN B. F. Sherman H. E. MACKINNON J. C. Smith J. L. Smith L. A. Smith H. P. Stacy J. Spensly H. M. Tucker

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY ICE before has the Class of 1907 made its appearance before the public through the nedium of the Grist, and now we come to the time when we shall write our own history a our own book in our own way. It has been said, “Happy is that nation that has no history.” We have, as a class, iad our share of history, with its attendant joys and sorrows, hopes and disappointments, iut have been on the whole happy and contented in spite of it. At our entrance to the college our make-up was about the same as that of other Fresh- man classes the world over. Some had come because they were sent ; others, for a good time ; some, because they thought they wanted a college course, and yet others, because they knew what they wanted and were resolved to get it. Some have left us to go to other institutions of learning, and others to take an active part in the worldls work, but we still have left a body of ten men and one co-ed, whom, we feel sure, will finish the course and receive its reward. But to return to our history. Our first act as a class was to elect John K. Lamond president, a position he has held ever since. At the Junior reception that year we did our part as well as we could, and concluded the evening by nailing our ’07 banner to the flag-pole. During the winter of our Freshman year we had a sleighride to Matunuc, which was a very enjoyable affair, although Macomber’s propensity for lighting matches at incon- venient moments caused some of the more demonstrative considerable anxiety. This ride was so successful that we planned another for January, but were hindered awhile by the “augmented” Sophomore class. After some trouble, however, we got started, and went to Wickford, where we had a fine supper. This trip was in many ways more enjoyable than the previous one, but we all look back on both of them with a great deal of pleasure. When the Junior reception was given to the Class of 1908, we sprung a little surprise on them. Their president, who was expected to make a short speech, and who had seven pages of his impromptu talk written out, spent the evening in an old cellar at Biscuit City with some of our classmates for company. He didn’t

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The GRIST 19 Arthur Houghton Barber “Artie” “ Hopalong, Step-and-Fetchet” “Blue Eyes” O N the western shores of Greenwich Bay, a branch of the famous Narra- gansett, lies a small manufacturing hamlet known to the outer world as East Greenwich. If it falls to our good luck to visit this busy spot and chance to talk with one of its older inhabitants, sooner or later we shall be sure to hear of the youthful exploits of one Arthur Barber, known to ’07 as “ Artie,” or “ Blue Eyes.” Of his early career we know little except that when very young he be- came an ardent admirer of boats of all sorts, and usually was to be found on the wharves lying in the sun. Having safely passed through the age of “kilts” with its dreams and fancies, he entered the district school. He soon became the avowed protector of the weaker sex. Nothing daunted by the “ 3 R’s,” he mastered them quickly and secured the much coveted sheep skin. Realizing that more learning was necessary, he decided to enter the town academy. “ Those were happy days,” with their work and play. In turn algebra, geometry and the fearful Latin were mastered and laid away for future use(?). Here it was, we believe, that he acquired the name, “ Blue Eyes,” although Arthur has large brown orbs. Deeply impressed with the advantages offered by R. I. College, he joined forces with the class of 1907. As a Freshman, he had the usual trials and tribulations, such as hazing, pretty co-eds, and late hours spent in study- ing (?). He had been tried and found true in all lessons requiring deep thinking, so he decided to enroll here as a Mechanical student. Now his time is chiefly spent in the ma- chine shop and the draughting- room. He seems to be especially fond of fussing, although he declares himself a confirmed bachelor. He is a prominent factor in baseball and is constantly striking out in different lines. There is no doubt that he will graduate with our class next year and then finish his education abroad. “ Artie ” will be in a few years the recognized leader in mechanical lines but will probably always reside in our state, as “ Little Rhody ” offers the best opportunities in his field.