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

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Clifford Brewster Morrison. Tread softly, bow thy head in lowly reverence; humble thyself before this mighty intellect which has appeared in our midst, whose equal never crossed the threshold of the R. I. C. Never was there brain that held so much. He is an authority on bacteria. Of chemistry he knows everything. In biol- ogy he can give the professor points. When, in the botanical laboratory, he explains the chemical reactions going on in the cells of plants, we are awed into wondering admiration, and the professor meekly subsides i nto silent recognition of a superior mind. Merrill A. Ladd. How he loves to lord it in the boarding hall. As he struts around the tables like a little bantam rooster, his expression proclaims the fact that he is monarch of all he surveys. His frown of disgust, when some poor, hungry student has the audacity to ask for more, is inde- scribable. He is a very bright lad in matters pertaining to electricity, and we have been told that without his help the storage battery would never have been in the almost useless condition in which it now is. William F wen. “ Whistle and she’ll come to you my lad.” He can cut ice with SpQl any girl in the place, but, being a true sport, MM he does not care for game which comes too easily to his net, so he goes hunting in Peacedale, where the girls are more shy. Jmm He captain of the team, and is noted

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Junior Ct’ase CLASS COLORS : Blue and Pink. Miss Peckham, our former instructor in English, and an honorary member of our class, left at the close of last year to attend the Leland Stanford University, in California. We regret her departure, and her presence among us has been greatly missed. Miss Merrow, professor of botany, very kindly consented to become an honorary member of our class. Her help and friendship have been a great pleasure to us, and are thoroughly appreciated by all. Alfred Willson Bosworth is a man of muscle. His highest ambition is to be- come a captain and wear a sword. How he used to envy that inimitable strut that Gossie had when he was a captain ! He is very susceptible to the charms of the fair ones of our number, and it has been reported that he may often be seen on Sunday after- noons and evenings in the vicinity of Watson House, and not always alone. He had the honor to suc- ceed Bill Gump as physical laboratory assistant. We would advise him to take a lesson from Gump’s fall from grace, and not know too much of practical electricity, or the history may be repeated.

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E. Payne, ye ancient one, called papa by some of the younger members of the class,, who, however, do not show him the respect which such a name should command. He is a living example of the demoralizing effect of environment, for he came here a staid old man ; but the surrounding influ- ence has so affected him that, although he has never been caught, we believe that he is up to more boyish devilment than any of the youngsters ever thought of. Ask him who fastened the smoking-room door and waited at the second story with a pail of water, ready to soak the smokers as they escaped by the window. Who sent the shock through the old tin cup. Sally Rodman Thompson has a great fondness for mathematics and for bossing the show. You may see her any morning scurrying off to the class in mathematics — the lower branches — as though she wanted to get there before she forgot her lesson. One day in class the following axiom was formulated: “ It’s so, if it isn’t so, if Sally says so.” Blydon E. Kenyon is a good, honest member of the class. He minds his own business, and has not made himself con- spicuous by the development of any special idiosyncracies. He is a great favorite with all the girls of the class.