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

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Remember Watson House? And the delicacies at the international Coffee House? Or maybe the Union was more your speed, but you tried not to get caught in the lines . . . “You have to cash a check, and the teller-yourself machine ate your card?!” So you were fed up? You joined a co-op. Book co-op, food co-op, photo co-op, the record co-op sold out and became shiny new Cellar Sounds . . . and the bea t went on ... . Remember the tuition rally? The day Carter won the election? — where was everyone? “Do you think they’ll keep the power plant out of Charlestown?” “Anything about it in the Swamp?” What’s new? Library College was re-accredited this year. Disco was more popular than ever — The hustle seemed to be giving way to old-fashioned (?) rollerskating, though some of us had a hard enough time somedays just slogging through the quad.

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Winter approached before you were ready. You were never quite sure how it was going to hit. Seemed it snowed itself out last year with the giant snow-storm. Football gave way to basketball. As the trees started to turn you might have noticed the disappearance of another great elm or two, quickly being replaced by a hardier variation, lining the quad. Davis Hall’s electronic chimes rang faithfully at a quarter to one — ranging from something classical to God Bless America (or was that America the Beautiful?) High noon still met to celebrate the week’s end. Here and there one might have occasionally have spied a tow-truck, or one’s car being ticketed! “You say you’ve got to study? What say we see what’s happening at the Pub . . .?” Midterms landed before you knew it. Everyone was at the Beachcomber. “Wait until finals catch up with you!”

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By the end of the week everyone had taken off. What were the weekenders doing? As the week opened, one could usually rely on a cup of coffee and a copy of the Cigar to wake one up! If it wasn’t more budget cuts, or sexist remarks, at least there was the notorious Suresh Kamrah. What names will we remember, kindling up recollections? President Newman— his et ernal efforts to improve the quality of academic life. “Mo” Zarchen — legendary conniver for athletic funding. Sly Williams — leading basketball star. Michael Grando — mime-in-residence. Luv 22 — mystical optimist. In between there were colloquiums, sports meets, homecomings, lectures. Alumni Week, Greek Week, Black Culture Week, Jewish Activities Week, International Week, Afternoon Theater, popcorn throwing in Edwards, “happy hour” at the Pub, pinball, or your favorite radio show. Somedays you might have just felt like joining the ducks down by the pond. Remember the little worn paths that got you around campus? Ever wonder what the classifieds were about? Who won the Giant Screw Award? What were the places? Remember how you wound your way past the skateboarders on Elephant Walk? Remember Keaney Gymnasium? (. . . all the hassles at registration?) The mall over by Browning and Butterfield? There was the dorm complex down by Rojo’s . . . balcony frisbee, and the Grand bandstand. And who could forget Hope with their inimitable hamburgers ‘n’ hotdogs? There were Merrow and Tucker — the only all women’s dorms. The men at Browning had just succumbed. Off in the distance, one could make out the Heathman community. Who remembers the “Enterprise”? Project 70 at Gorham? The Adams family? 6