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

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The GRIST 25 Winfield Smith Kendrick “ Skinny ” “ Win ” F ROM what unknown world did the whale bring this curiosity and cast him on the shores of Chatham Bay? We wonder if any more of this breed will ever appear on the horizon again. In his early youth he acquired the art of fishing and at the present time is very proficient. He has been known to catch things on the “fly,” and his nets are more enticing and effective than ever appeared at R. I. C. His lines extend over the greater part of New England ; and when the time for “Mili- tary Ball” approaches, the lines which lead to “up country” begin to get busy, and then it is all over with “our baby.” Then he is able to live the strenuous life for four days without eating in the boarding hall. We wonder what he lived on. When the subject of what course to take came up, electrical engineering was chosen, as there was the “sparking” to be considered. This alone ought to insure his success in his chosen vocation. He is the youngest member of “Tammany Hall,” yet we are made to realize that there is an old head on young shoulders. He is the only member of the class who has his R. 1. in football, baseball, and basketball. As mana- ger of last fall’s football team, he ably demonstrated his business ability, for we played more college games than ever before and still had money in the treasury at the end of the season, something unknown for a number of years. As captain of this spring ' s baseball team, we are sure he will make a success and is capable of ably filling the box. He is a good student and roommate, and we have yet to find out where he is lacking. His main luxury and pleasure are those volumes of correspondence and ? which pass between a certain place in Massachusetts and Kingston. This sort of thing is entirely foreign to the bachelor sentiments of his roommates, who are in hopes of transforming his iDEARS.

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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.”

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The GRIST 26 John Kenyon Lamond “Johann” “ Johannathan ” “Beany” “Beanathan” “ Lemon,” and so forth O N the first of August, 1887, Hillsdale, R. I., rose from insignificance to everlasting fame, for on that day it gave to the world the subject of this sketch, our “ Beany.” Later he transferred the light of his pres- ence to Westerly, R. I., at which place he began his public school education. It is stated that even here his scholarly bent began to show itself, for he was frequently seen using Shakespeare, Milton, Dante and other classics as build- ing blocks. Later he removed to Usquepaugh (which is the Irish name for whisky), a very significant fact — and there finished his primary school training. Having drained the springs of learning at Usquepaugh, he went to South Kingston High School, where, it is reported, he broke many hearts and inci- dentally lost his own. In 1902 he came here, and, after a year of prep, school, entered as a Freshman with the class of 1907. He was elected presi- dent of our class, and has nobly filled that office ever since. Now as to his personal characteristics. He is a good student. It is rumored that by merely looking at the outside of a book he can absorb most of its contents — mathematics being his specialty. In fact he has been known to get as much in a test as all the rest of the class put together. He is very fond of the piano and of girls, and can draw excellent music from either. We don’t know what his favorite piano is, but — . Another thing in which Johann excels is reading Scotch poems. He says he loves to read them for the class, and often does it for us. Although he is not a hero- worshiper in the general sense of the term, John is a great admirer of athletes, and is especially fond of a good Walker. His great weakness is his habit of meeting the 2.53 train from Providence. When asked where he has been on such occasions, a beatific smile spreads over his face, and we draw our own conclusions. “ Lemon ” makes Tammany Hall his headquarters while in our midst, and spends the rest of his time in the electrical laboratory, where he is said to blow more fuses per minute than anyone else in the class. After he leaves us, Beany expects to take some work at Yale and eventually to mold the lives of young Americans by entering the teaching profession. But whether he goes in for teaching or for technical work, we all unite in wishing him, “ May the corners of your mouth never turn down !”