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

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Louis Earl Moyer « BUI” Once upon a time in the excellent state of New York something happened, which was to be known to posterity as Louis Earl Moyer. His early life was spent in various parts of the universe ; but he finally settled in Dexter, where he grew up among the flowers and fairies. He began his life at R. I. C. in the spring, a time when all good things are supposed to begin. Shortly after his arrival, he was chris- tened “The Lost Soul” and later “Felix,” which is a derivative of “Foolix.” During the first term here he became very familiar with the road between Kingston and Wakefield ; but since then he has not worn out so many shoes, bicycles, and roads, although he still journeys that way occasionally. Just now he is troubled much with a peculiar disease known as “feminitis,” which affects the heart to a great extent. His is a very curious case, owing to the fact that “he likes them all” and does n’t know which one to choose ; but he is at present taking the “telephone cure.” He is a sunny sort of fellow, very talkative and entertaining, also an excellent singer, except that he lacks a voice, which is very sad, especially for his roommates. At present he is “studying” civil engineering and the use of the slide rule. Some day, without doubt, he will be a good citizen, and a valuable addition to the civil engineering world.

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•‘GrandSather” Walter John l loran Holyoke, Mass., did it and of course it was her fault; but he isn’t so bad, even if he does now hail from New London, the place that “Felix” likes so well. After he had tired of life in Holyoke, he moved to Philadelphia, where he spent about seven years. Then he hung his hat in Worcester, Mass., for about the same length of time. He tried in vain to gain admittance to Worcester Tech, but the faculty would only let him through the doors (front — rear). From Worcester he moved to New London, where he — has his hair cut — now and then. Salem, Connecticut, claims a great deal of his time when home. It has such attractions for him as hunting, fishing, etc., also his grandfather. He received his high-school education at Bulkeley, where he spent three years. Then Kingston took his fancy and he came to R. I. C. Now South Road also has a mortgage on his time. He is trying his worst to get a sheepskin in 1909 in civil engineering. 24

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Ruby Belle Rockwell She came to us with a card which informed us that she was from Sylvania, or, in other words, “the woods.’’ You can recognize at a glance that she is a Pennsylvania Dutchman, and of us all the best one to hold the class down. Her earliest life we know very little about, for none of us have explored the “Great West,” whence she came. It is evident, however, that her native land is capable of producing “large” characters. Her acquaintance with Rhode Island College began in the Prep. School, where she learned not all her “A, B, C’s” but only “A’s.” She regrets that since her college course began she has learned the others. When she first opened the college catalogue, her attention was attracted by the similarity of subjects under the chemical course, and she determined to become a chemist ; though of late she has contem- plated making a change, for she thinks that domestic science will be more in her line. While her first purpose holds good, whenever you go into the chemical laboratory you will discover, amid the rows of bottles, first a grin, then a person. She spends all her time there now with the hope that she will some day master the chemist’s law of “Patience and Per-sev ' -er-ance” and become a Ph.D. As her nature is quite changeable, the future alone will reveal her destiny. There have been rumors that we shall some day hear of her as instructor of a little school of natives far, far away in Porto Rico.