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

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THE GRIST c Amos Harris Kenyon Here is a man who was rightly named in the wrong way, for “Doc’s” cure for all ills lies, not in his father’s medicine case, but in his own unfailing congeniality and perpetual good humor. His constant smile and care-free demeanor are as contagious as the whooping cough, and if you have the blues, just poke “Doc” in the ribs and see how soon you’ll forget it. Only once have we found him looking real sad, and that the day of the last Military Ball. The cause? Oh, ask ‘ ‘ Doc ’ ’ if you would know. “Doc” began to make a noise like an Usquepaugh farmer way back in 1800 , but while he was giving trouble to his teacher during his triumphant passage through the district school of that place, he heard of a man named Edison who did marvelous things with electricity; consequently when the time w ' as ripe, “Doc” boarded the student wagon and started for Rhode Island. He has been so regular in his attendance ever since that said wagon has suffered accordingly; at last accounts “Doc” had paid full value of it three, times over, and still it looks as if any trip might be its last. It has been intimated that “Doc” aspires to become an electrical engineer, but this objective is rapidly being offset by his great fondness for the Usquepaugh post-office during the long winter evenings. It is not to be supposed, however, that “Doc” is attracted by the mail; oh, no indeed! It is the opposite sex which claims his attention, and “Doc” says that if he fails to induce her to leave the employ of Uncle Sam he may of necessity take on himself the job of post-office engineer. He did not explain what a post-office “engineer” is, but the interpreta- tion of it lies in his manoeuvering to obtain his father’s horse for a Sunday afternoon drive. “Doc” has never taken an active part in athletics w-hile with us; his tastes lie more in an intellectual (?) direction, with the result that he spends much time in the room of the day students teaching the Preps, the differences between a “full house” and a “rough house.” However, even this sometimes requires skill, and we have no doubt that some day “Doc” will cause the world to sit up and take notice. 33

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THE GRIST Warren Henry Who is that tall, lanky fellow over in the corner? Our “Pat.” Who is president of the Engineering Society? Our “Pat.” Who is assistant librarian? Our “ Pat. ” Who fell in love in his Junior year? Our “Pat.” Who learned to climb trees for Uncle Sam and later for other purposes? Our “Pat.” Who showed lots of scrap in the Freshman difficulties? Our “Pat.” Who got an A under Fingal? Our ‘ ‘ Pat. ’ ’ Who was ferried across salt pond on a fisherman’s back? Our “Pat. ” Who has been elected secretary to the Y. M. C. A.? Our “Pat.” Who thoroughly understands automatic screw machines? Our “Pat.” Who put the sign in front of the AVells House Our Co-eds? ? ? This more or less phenomenal wonder originated in Ludlow, Mass., December 9, 18S6. and emigrated to Hopedale at the age of four years, living there until he came to R. I. C. During his first year here, Mr. Henry might have been found, during study hours, anywhere within a radius of fifteen miles of the campus. On one memorable trip, he landed to his great dismay “broke” in Fall River, but with the proper spirit he returned home via “Sole Leather Express.” Later, as he gained the good sense of an upper classman, his walks grew shorter, until finally he does not venture far beyond the village church. Now, my gentle reader, do not think “Pat” is not an energetic student, for he is. Almost any night a light may be seen in his room during the wee morning hours. The product of his hard work is found Pat” has not been prominent in athletics, although he played on “ Pat in this book. the class football team his Freshman year, and on the second team the following season. In future years we expect to see him tackle the problems which confront the civil engineer — probably in New Hampshire. 32

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THE GRIST 3 “ Dreamie ” Helen Scott Lamond She hails from the wilds of Usquepaugh, where was inherited the proud but modest air that later distinguished her. She attended the Usquepaugh grammar school, but soon knew more than the teacher; so was sent to the preparatory school of the Rhode Island College. She graduated from here, and in the fall of ’06 became a member of the class of ’10. She started out with the idea of becoming a Barber, but later in the year turned her attention to Car- pentering). Inspired by her brother’s reputation, she developed a great taste for mathematics, and soon became one of the stars of the class. She prides herself on speaking the purest English, and the only slang she was ever known to use was “O Ran! She also distinguished herself by valiant service in the Freshman-Sophomore scrap. She tackled one fair?) bulky member of the Sophomore class, but soon decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and retired for repairs. She was vice-president of the class for two years, and strangely enough; instead of succeeding the president of the class in the Junior year, she also retired. She is one of the leading membei ' s of the matri- monial club and attends the cooking-school, where she is noted for her ability to make (fallen) angel cake. She is also an entertaining canoeist, and thinks nothing of going canoeing in February. Then, too, she is an active member of the . W. C. U., where her musical ability is dis- played. With all her faults we venture to predict that our fair Helen will become an excellent artist because of her ability to pose, although she expects some day to graduate from the Boston Conservatory of Music. At any rate, we wish her the success she deserves. 34