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

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The GRIST 2 3 Arthur Edward Fitz “Grandma” “Rosie” W AY back in ’85 Arthur made his appearance on this earth of ours in the town of Douglas, Mass., at the end of Douglas Turnpike, which was then a busy.thoroughfare, but at present leads from Providence to nowhere. For the past fifteen years or more Pascoag has claimed his citizen- ship. But whatever may have been his early history, of which we know little, he has surely a place for himself at the R. I. C. During his first year with us, he was a model young man in every way. He was very particular, especially about the appearance of his room, etc. Not a better housekeeper could be found anywhere than “Grandma.” But with the advent of his second year, we find a great change stealing over him. We all ask as to the cause, and some one says that there are attractions down the road which are taking too much time from his studies. Although only com- pleting Freshman mathematics, he was quite able to demonstrate that all roads lead to W . No matter in what direction he started or from what point, he was sure to end at this favored haunt. It is not safe to say what course “Rosie” is trying to take, and I doubt if the registration committee can tell you. He apparently delights in keeping his record well mixed ; some science, engineering, a touch of chemistry, with a little agriculture thrown in, make up the majors of his course, — the minors are too numerous to mention. He seemed to down everything which came his way until he was asked to “Sprechen Deutsch,” and then he met his Water- loo. He is an expert at draughting and sketching; some day I should not be surprised to hear of him as illus- trating editor of the Pascoag Herald. He is always full of fun and ready for rough-house, and woe to the felldw who happens to be his victim ; for although a little chap, he has certainly developed the art of hugging. Recently his ambitions have taken a great rise. He starts for Providence every Friday, and his one thought is to become an expert roller skater. Whether his “fussing” with this popular sport will be of benefit to him or not, we dare not foretell. May the future see his many ambitions realized ! Our sincere hope is that he may be blessed through life with his full share of health, wealth, and happiness.

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The GRIST Jay Russell Ferry “ Sport ” N OTHING definite is known concerning the early history of this infant prodigy. With apologies to the city of Holyoke, we must admit, however, that that is his birthplace. Judging from the characteristic qualities exhibited during his stay at R. I. C., we infer that he was brought up on a spoon. His parents, detecting this tendency in his early youth, sent him to New Britain, Conn., fearing the consequences if he remained and came in contact with some of the equally irresponsible members of Mt. Holyoke. But the habits formed in his infancy asserted themselves, and after play- ing havoc with a score or so of cardiac appendages there, he was transported to Palmer, Mass. The manufacture of wire sufficed to hold his attention for a few years. After learning all the secrets about wires, wire-pulling, work, and working the company, he betook himself to Rhode Island to practice his arts. We will not give our opinion as to the success he has obtained in these branches ; but it is sufficient to say that he is the founder and the “ Boss” of Tammany Hall and the only night watchman who is n’t sleepy in the daytime. “Sport” spends most of his time either “fussing” in Lippitt Hall or working in the highway department. We have noticed, however, that not all of his “moments of stress or of bending” have been figured out amidst these mathematical surroundings. He is inordinately fond of fudge, and tradition has it that he became attached to quite a large amount at different times in the distant past. N otwithstanding all this, we believe there is still some hope for him. As captain of next year’s football team, backed by three years’ experience as half-back, we expect him to keep up his brilliant record as an athlete. Good natured and thoughtful, a hard, willing worker with plenty of sand and push, one who has the interests of the college at heart and never lacks the genuine college spirit, we are glad to claim him as our classmate and predict for him success in all his ventures.

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The GRIST 24 David Raymond Kellogg “ Deacon ” A CCORDING to the family Bible and the town records, Old Mystic, Conn., did it. That such a little old town should have produced such a genius was evidently a mistake — a mistake which our indignant David, at the age of three, rectified by departing for New London, where he now claims a residence. Of his early boyhood little is known except that he acquired a great liking for all things good to eat. After leaving grammar school he turned his steps toward Bulkeley, where he took a three-years’ course. About the time of his graduation, or a little before, David found himself so enamored of one of New London’s fair maids that he could not bear to tear himself away from the old town just then ; so in looking about for some excuse for staying, he hit upon the idea of taking a year’s P. G. work at Bulkeley, which proved a great success. The fall of 1903 found David at R. I. C. fired with the ambition to be a chemist. The breakage bill of the chem. lab. immediately soared above all previous records, and the Prof’s patience took a corresponding drop, but David has perseverance, and we are perfectly confident that finally “ Our Deacon” will be a success ; and, since he has set his heart on a Ph.D., we expect to be proud of him either as a professor or in professional life. Early in his college career David became associated with the Y. M. C. A. and with Watson House, although not seriously with the latter (owing to P. G. course at Bulkeley) He is also one of the three who work while we sleep; that is, he sleeps while he works. In plain English lie is a night watchman. As I have already said, David likes good things to eat, and the monotony of his daily routine is broken by periodic pilgrimages to New London, in quest of sweets,. — of various sorts, eatable and otherwise. The majority of his time is spent in the chem. lab. doing “stunts” which would puzzle many an ordinary chemist; and whatever little spare time there may be, he spends in pondering over some choice gem of classic literature for which he has a special preference(?). Who is that deliberate, good-natured fellow with the intellectual face ? Why that ’s him, that ’s the “ Deacon.”