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

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3 THE GRIST a dancing-class, held a Sophomore hop, and this year intend to introduce the Junior Prom as a new feature of the social life at Kingston. We are very fond of sleigh rides, and have spent many a pleasant and social evening at the Wickford House, where we satisfied the cravings of the inner man to our heart’s content and, perhaps some of us, to our sorrow. As students, we are also proud of our record, although a few of us have talents which run along other lines, and we hope to maintain our standard to the end. So far we have built our ships staunch and true, and next year shall put on the finishing touches before we launch them into the sea of life. Starting from the Harbor of Hope, we shall sail toward the Port of Success, and although adverse winds may blow some of us adrift; we all hope to meet at the end in the same harbor, and there renew the friendships of our college days. C. F. Bacon S. E. Briggs E. R. Butts F. H. Crandall W. W. Daniels E. G. Davis O. M. Drummond A. Eleazarian C. W. Faulkner E. C. Wood M. E. Gilman C. F. Hadley B. G. Hahn W. B. MacMillan W. M. Mowry T. W. Sanford G. J. Schaeffer II. E. Soule D. Twe

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THE GRIST History @f ftk® Class of 19111 In the fall of nineteen hundred and seven a band of young men and women took up their abode at the R. 1. C. There they became known as the class of nineteen and eleven. Before we had fairly settled, a swarm of bold men called Sophomores descended upon us and tried to engage in mortal combat Math us. Being a peace-loving people, however, we resented this intrusion and started to punish the intruders by tying each one hand and foot, putting them in a place of seclusion, and giving them the rest cure. “Prexy,” however, took pity on them and made us let them go. Then a few of the strongest (?) members of our class decided they would like to have a rope pull, and accordingly a tug of war was arranged between the two classes. The result proved disastrous for our class for we, being naturally peacefully inclined, were not versed in the art of selecting the best site for defence. Immediately after this the class of nineteen eleA ' en took it upon themselves to become versed in the art of military science, with the result that we have never met defeat at the hands of any class team since. Baseball, basketball, football, and track — we have so far always been successful in these sports and this success has been due, not so much to talent, although we have plenty, as to faithful and oftimes, tedious practice. The efforts of the class of nineteen eleven, however, have not been confined to athletics alone, but have also been directed to the social life at the college. We ran

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THE GRIST “Al We are now in a century of marvels, but one of the most brilliant events of this age coincided with the arrival of Harry in the F reshman class of ’07. We know not how, when, or where, he first saw the light of day, but have heard that it first dawned upon him in a little Pawtuxet Valley town, namely, Pontiac. Here he completed his grammar-school education and graduated from Cranston High in 1005. He then spent two years in a mill office, and later joined our Freshman ranks. That year he was elected our treasurer, and played on his class baseball team, which so humiliated our rivals, the Sophomores. In trying for the Sophomore football team, he broke his collar bone; and not content with this, he tried to commit “soothing syrup,” by acci- dentally falling off a passenger train, during his Junior year. Harry always said that he had to go home every week to work, but, it has been rumored, that he had to go “sparking” with a Gardiner ; hence his desire to become an electrical engineer. Last Commencement Day, we thought we had lost Al. as we found him playing on the Alumni team; but he soon assured us of his return in the fall to become a great mechanic (?). We now arrive at the height of this smiling person’s career, or his Junior year. First, he received the position of assistant basketball manager, then the class favored him with the managership of The Grist. He is besides leader of the college orchestra and principal musician of the band, as well as a member of the Sigma Delta. We expect to have great success with our Grist as the result of his efforts, and to see him in another year with his cap, gown, and degree, after having successfully passed through his stormy voyage of four years of college life. 25