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

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The Grist History of the Class of 1907 F OUR years ago a band of children came from various parts of the world to the little College on the Hill. Innocent children they were, wondering much at what they saw and heard. Did they regard themselves as children? Not to any appreciable extent. They took themselves much more seriously than they do to-day. Some were industrious ; others, more so; others, less. Some were earnest ; others, frivolous; some, from the city; more, from the country; but they averaged about the same as the general run of Freshmen. They passed through the ordinary run of Freshman experi- ences, did a little original deviltry in their Sophomore and Junior years, and as Seniors walked the straight and narrow path — gen- erally speaking. We of ’07 were the children of whom I ’ve spoken — we’re not old men yet, but we modestly hope we ’ve shed a little kiddish- ness, and gained a little more judgment than we had in the early days. Since our coming some have left us to go into the work of the world, some to study elsewhere, and others — have launched out on the -sea of matrimony. As we stand now, we are nine in number, eight being men

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The Grist Page Fourte Senior Class J. K. Lamond Colors. Red and Black Officers President A. H. Barber Vice-President H. R. Lewis Secretary M. S. Macomber Treasurer Honorary Member Josephine Osborne Bostwick Members Barber, Arthur Houghton Coggins, Calvin Lester Ferry, Jay Russell Kellogg, David Raymond Kendrick, Winfield Smith Lamond, John Kenyon Lewis, Harry Reynolds Macomber, Miner Sanford Tucker, Ethel Aldrich Drawn by Vera Brins

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The Grist Pa«c Sixtc and the rest of us a woman. Our days at Rhode Island are numbered, and the counting of them is a sad, sad task for us, looking, as we do, into a future of which we know nothing. Yet we are ready for whatever it may have in store for us, confident that Rhode Island has brought to us one lesson which we can never forget — to play the game hard, to meet victory with modesty, and defeat with the courage to rise and try again. As we go out from here, we regret leaving behind many firm friends and losing the happy companion- ships of the years gone by. Yet we go with a certain indefinable eagerness to get into the fight, the work and the worry of the world. Wherever we may find ourselves, whatever straits we may be in, we shall always have only the happiest of happy memories of at least one bright spot in our lives, our stay at Rhode Island. Morituri te salutamus.