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

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Senior C ass Officers B. E. KENYON, President. A. W. BOSWORTH, Vice-President. M. W. HARVEY, Secretary and Treasurer. 77 embers Alfred Wilson Bosworth, Ralph Ordway Brooks, Lillian George, Mildred Wayne Harvey, Carroll Knowles, Harry Knowles, Blydon Ellery Kenyon, . Merrill Augustus Ladd, Clifford Brewster Morrison, William Frazier Owen, Ebenezer Payne, Walter Clark Phillips, Robert Spink Reynolds, . Minnie Elizabeth Rice, Abbie Gertrude Sherman, George Albert Sherman. . Sally Rodman Thompson, . Boston , Mass. . Somerville , Mass. . . Amesbury , Mass. . Wickford, R. I. Kingston , R. I. .Point Judith , R. I. Wood River Junction , R. I. . Bay Shore , L. I. Pawtucket, R. 1. Cannonsville, N. Y. Lyons Farm , N. J. Wickjord, R. I. Wickford, R. I. Wickford, R. . Kingston, R. I. West Kingston, R. I. Wakefield, R. I.

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the Classes

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Senior Class Jfcistory W HEN the organization now known as the Class of ’99 first descended on the venerable quiet of Kingston, few, if any, of its members had the slightest idea as to what would befall them. Our first sensations were those of awe and dread. Every one we met seemed to be a personage of great im- portance. The disdainful smiles that greeted us from every quar- ter kept us fully aware of a humiliating fact, our utter insignifi- cance. But in spite of all this our great desire was for knowledge, and the studious life we then led, helped us to forget our youth and unimportance. How far this most laudable desire has been real- ized we do not care to say, but chapel lectures and other sad ex- periences have taught some lessons which we expect to retain. But we manfully conquered our peculiar difficulties, and after we obtained our military suits, we were like all other Freshmen ; it would have taken a lengthy fishpole to have reached us. How- ever, our first year was a successful one, for we had athletic vic- tories, and we also built that architectural masterpiece, the old drill shed, which was the forerunner of Eippitt Hall. Just how far this latter building was modelled after the original production of our class, modesty restrains us from telling. It was one bright September day when we returned as Sopho- mores, conscious that we had “crossed the awful chasm,” to bor- row our Milton’s phrase. Of course it devolved on ’99 to teach the Freshmen a few necessary things, the first of which was physical inspection. Soon after the upper classmen coaxed the “Freshies” into a football game, in which ’99 taught them some wholesome, practical lessons. These simple instructions caused our unfortunate pupils to look up to us with considerable awe. In fact the respect for the upper classes was much more apparent then.