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

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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.

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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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Page Twenty-c The Grist CLESSON HERBERT FIELD W’ r HETHER ’t was born or just “growed,” is a question to be de- cided by the reader himself. Anyway it first made its appearance in Brockton, the city of shoes. “Cy” received all his preparatory education in that home of ancient and modern footgear and early showed a leaning towards math, and engineering, though the latter was of a de- structive rather than a constructive nature. When he first turned up at R. I. C. as a Freshman, he acquired a great reputation for being a good judge of bad shoes. From all reports, he did this by looking wise and say- ing nothing. Immediately upon being enrolled as a student, Cyrus ex- pressed his profound contempt for anything not pertaining to highway engi- neering. During his first year he spent many sleepless nights in hard study; but since then under the civilizing influence of ’08 he has become more and more of a human being and less of a grind. Before he graduates we have hopes of his being perfectly rational. Cy’s temper is always of the best except in one instance; that is, the sight or mention of a red building. Somehow he seems to have an inexplicable aversion to red buildings, be they what they may, church, theater, or henhouse. Coming as he does from a long line of sturdy ancestors, Cyrus took to football as a duck does to water, and in his Freshman year made his mark (on several people) in this line of athletics. At basketball, also, he distinguished himself; but baseball proved his Waterloo, for he just failed to make good as water-boy. Cy spent his summer vacation, ’06, in Hoboken, N. J. From what he told us when he returned to college, we thought he had been chief engineer on the North River tunnels, but later information proves that that was just “air” leaking from his system. However that may be, what King Cyrus could n’t, or rather would n’t, tell about tunnel work would be of little importance. Though not at present eligible to active membership in the Matrimonial Club, his past experience entitles him to a position on the advisory board of this association. Well knowing Cy’s good nature, industry, and ability, we consider that but one question remains to be answered before acknowledging him as an honored member of ’08. That question is — Where was Cyrus when the lights went out?