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

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The Grist Page Twenty! O NE bright day in the year ’86, there was a great commotion in a certain house in the town of Pascoag, R. I., said com- motion being due to the arrival of the above E. A. Gory. The early life of “Pat” was pretty much the same as that of most people. He received his early training at the Pascoag Grammar School, and from there he entered the Burrillville High School. After his graduation, Pat decided that his education was complete, but a year of sawing boards and driving nails convinced him that R. I. C. was the place for him. And so the year 1904 found Edward at Kingston, with the ambition to become an electrical engineer. After spending a year as a special, with the intention of preparing for “Tech,” Pat decided to remain at R. I. Eddie’s Freshman and Sophomore years were marked by a loud voice and an ability to run. His time was divided between Kingston and Wakefield, the latter town receiving the greater proportion of his attention. The spring term of Pat’s Sophomore year was the turning point in his career. This was due to his obtaining a new “Hat,” and now he will have no other. Ever since that time, his halo has been increasing in diameter, so that at the present it is very distinct. He gives lectures three nights each week at Room 34, and his theme is always an ethical subject. We expect him to drop engineering and take up theology in a short time. And all this is due to the influence of just one little “Hat”! Early in his course Eddy developed a great EDWARD ALLEN GORY tendency toward accuracy in all of his experimental work. The re- sult of this was shown by his “A” in Precision of Measurements last term. Eddy has been an ardent electrician from the start, and some day we hope to see him a second Edison; but we know that whatever he does, he will be sure to succeed, because he does not care at all how big a man it is who opposes him.

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Page Twenty-three The Grist A“ k MONG April showers, back in the eighties, this ardent and faithful member of humanity was ushered from the unknown into the known. The earlier part of “Bob’s” life was spent in the little town of Wakefield, R. I., where he grew up with the fishes, oysters, and clams of Salt Pond. One day Bob saw the great ocean, and from that time on his one ambition was to sail on it aboard a war ship. But fate knew what was best for him and destined him for a chemist. With this purpose in view Bob entered Rhode Island College as a member of the class of ‘o8. Although one of the “quiet” members of the class, he became prominent in many ways and has faithfully done his part in the duties of his class. Bob is a fond lover of his teachers, fellow students and of the chemical labora- tory. He spends most of his time in this delightful building breaking ap- paratus and making explosives. The attractions of the laboratory are so many that he would rather room there than in any other place on the campus except at Watson House. The one pursuit besides chemistry that Bob de- lights in is drill. He was so fortunate as to secure the position of quarter- master-sergeant, and has performed the trying duties of this important office perfectly. The dignity with which he struts about adds much to the mili- tary appearance of the battalion, and by his aid the dignified Quartermaster Fiske has brought the ordnance department up to a state of perfection. Though not a Y. M. C. A. man, Bob is a model youth. Every day he at- tends chapel. Never does he waste valuable time in fussing. These he thinks are the two essentials for the making of a man. He delights in show- ing off his class pin, and well may he be proud, for he is one of the few of the ’08’s who can boast of not having “lost” this emblem. Bob is a sober, industrious fellow who never says much, but all he says counts. He never has been known to get excited, takes things as they come, and weighs them thoroughly. This is the kind of young man that the world needs, and we are sure that Bob will do credit to R. I. C. and to his class of 1908.

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Page Tv The Grist T HIS “freak” was discovered somewhere in the wilds of Usquepaugh in a year unknown to mankind. Little can be learned of her child- hood days, but we infer that she was always a true lover of nature, as she plays with bugs, worms, cats and boys, and apparently cannot be pacified unless they are with her. Sue began her intellectual training in the Usquepaugh public school, and after obtaining the three essential “R’s” she launched out for higher realms of learning, and her boat anchored on the shores of South Kingston High School. Sue is remembered by her com- rades there as a quiet, dutiful child. Sojourning at high school one year, she then toiled upward to the hill of knowledge (Kingston Hill), entering R. I. with the class of ’08. Her Freshman year! Ah, well! Her trials and tribulations were many during that ' long, eventful period ; however, as only a few of her experiences will interest the readers of this book, but two will be mentioned. It was often a great trial for Sue to find the elements which she must have in order to perform her chemistry experiments and, of course, as was to be expected, she bothered her neighbors quite a bit when the professor was not on hand. It happened one day that she felt more inde- | v pendent than usual, and, with a determined air, she decided to do or die. Jplg g l Hydrogen was the element she wished. The question is, Did she find it where she hunted? She certainly searched most diligently among all the m H acid bottles. It is said that “That which is done in secret shall be pro- ' claimed upon the house top,” so we will not hesitate to say that Sue origi- nated the idea of presenting “ J.Pierrepont” with a tin sword. The pres- entation speech has already been recorded in history. She began wearing an ’09 class pin at the beginning of our Sophomore year, much to our grief, for we feared that the class of ’09 might claim her as its own, but up to this present date she has been at heart an ’o8-er. Becoming a lover of the animal world, Sue spends most of her time in the biological laboratory and is renowned for her good work there, occasionally giving the professor a point or two. As we look forward into the future, may we see her as a frank woman who speaks only for the good of him who listens. SUSAN ELNORA KENYON