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

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Page Ninet The Grist In other things than studies ’o8 is interested too. Two or three of us have been leaders in local pure- food movements; some have practiced the histrionic art, though never on the stage ; other s have been accused of stealing anything or everything from rabbits to rat-traps, but in that were we fearfully wronged. The cadet battalion has also claimed some share of our attention or inattention, as the case may be. In this our own history, in our own GRIST, we have endeavored to put our past before you in such a manner as to convey as little as possible of what we have been doing. If we have succeeded in this, we are well content; and we leave The Grist behind us to mark one period of our lives, while we go onward and outward into the world beyond. Harold I. Bosworth William H. Briggs Lester F. Brown Paul S. Burgess PAST MEMBERS Harold L. Gardiner William R. Greene Jason P. Grinnell Carl P. Hubbard Maurice G. Ingalls Raymond H. Learned Alfred R. Lee J. Walter Mills William C. Polk “ Skibo ”

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The Grist Pu«c Eifihtc History of the Class of 1908 Hh ■ ARUTH is stranger than fiction,” but is not half so interesting. Histories are supposed to be entirely truthful; and as the story of R. I. C. 1908 is to be presented as history, we must necessarily adhere strictly to the truth, however much we should like to digress. Entering R. I. C. as we did in a “leap” year, it was natural to expect that 1908 would be an unusual class in one way or another, but it is with tears in our eyes that we realize we have failed to fulfill the expectation. We have yet a year and a half in which to do something that will class us among the phenomena of the world. When our first history was published in The GRIST, we numbered eighteen ; but since that time six have wandered from the fold, and we now count but nine men and three women, who hope, through the lenience of the faculty and with the help of the gods, to graduate as the class of ’08. Three Junior receptions have come and gone since our entrance to this little institution. Each with its preceding and subsequent events is now numbered among the happy memories of the past, and we are looking forward to one more — our last — with much more pleasure in the anticipation than when we awaited the eve of our first reception in the fall of 1904. Then we knew not what was coming and expected the worst. Now we think only of the old, well-remembered faces we shall meet and the new faces yet to become familiar. For our work in athletics we refer you to other records. We hope that whatever we may have done in. the past as well as what we may do in the future, in this branch of college life and activity, has been and will be solely for the advancement of our Alma Mater. 1908 is represented in every course offered by the college except agriculture. At that we draw the line. Three of us are would-be civil engineers, four are lights of the electrical department, two dabble in chemistry, two are scientists of the first order, and one is taking everything in sight.

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The Grist Page Tv T HIS interesting specimen of humanity originated in Brockton, Mass., in the latter part of the eighties; and, in the fall of 1905, among a bunch of Freshies, we discovered Joseph. Little is known of Joseph’s early history. His childhood was spent in a region rich in legends and evidences of the primitive savage, and it is no wonder that, reared amid such influences, he should still have some aboriginal tendencies. Scarcely had he entered college, when he became intensely interested in football, and, after mastering the intricate plays, was soon adjudged worthy of a place on the varsity squad. This developed his already strong taste for athletics, and ever since that time, but few varsity squads, be they football, basketball, or baseball, have reckoned without “Buddy.” During his Freshman year things moved along calmly, and it was not until the middle of his Sophomore year that it became evident that a change was taking place in “Buddy.” The first evidence of this was notice- able from the fact that his voice would sometimes slip, much to Joe’s chagrin and the company’s merriment. After this came other and more virulent symptoms. Joseph no longer failed to dress up on a Sunday, and one could see that upon his benign brow some great weight rested. After a careful diagnosis of his case we came to the conclusion that he showed all the symptoms of “Sissonitis.” Our conclusions were well justified, for shortly after he was stricken with it, and from the present outlook recovery seems extremely doubtful. As a chemist, we feel that Joseph will be a vio- lent success. Already one can detect a chemical air about him, and if there JOSEPH DRAKE DREW is anything over at the chem. lab. of which he does not possess a sample it is the duty of some one to put him wise. He has already produced a “laughing gas” which baffles even “Rip.” To attempt to go into this man’s history since he came here is beyond the scope of our pen, and we will not try to relate how he sits up long into the wee small hours of the night study- ing (?), how soothingly he plays on the “devil’s fiddle,” or of the numerous pyrotechnic debates which he has with O’Trigger. We can but add that we hope to see him at his old stand every morning in the future until it pleases “the powers that be” to perpetrate us upon the unsuspecting public.