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

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liues if he could be induced to put on a uniform. In other words, he has as long a body as name. When one of the girls asks him what the i-dea(r) is about which he is constantly talking, he always answers, “You, dear.” When he has finished the book of which he is editor- in-chief, we hope that he will settle down and not try to be funny. oratory work and dancing. Truly diverse tastes, but there is method in her madness. Louis George Karl Clarner, Jr., is one of those sons of rest, who, as a rule, come from Pawtucket. Like other mem- bers of the class, he always appears about three days after school begins. Ask some of the knowing ones if you wish to know where “ Fritz ” is. As an athlete he would cut quite a figure on the side

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ure in annoying the occupants of Davis Hall by playing on his clarionet, but to see him play you would wonder how such ear-rending noises could be produced by such a diminutive person. Last year lie played end on the foot-ball team, and met with fine success until he broke his nose(?) His favorite theme is the massive size of Englishmen. Charles S. Burgess, the notorious Crook from Providence, takes great pleas- John wuby. ure in playing base-ball, of which he takes a 35-hour course each spring. He is a prominent member of the Solitaire Club, which also e P s to make his dreary hours at f; ' v Kingston more cheer- ful. He finds it quite impossible to tear himself away from Lr ' -W, the attractions of Providence (Olympic and Westminster), and so extends his SEL vacations a week later than the usual 1 time. Who comes so Id- quietly and soothes our ruffled spirits by her gentle presence? Nothing angers her and no hasty words fall from her lips. Her geatest fault is lack of confidence in Charles S. Burgess. herself. She is in- dispensable in the printer’s room and is fast becoming an expert stenographer and typewriter as well as typesetter. Have you guessed her name? What, if not Anna B. Sherman? Nellie A. Briggs is pre-eminently a young lady of charm. Had she lived in the good old days of yore, she would have had the animals of the forest held spell- bound by the magic of her dark eyes. As the prosaic present claims her, only the unsuspecting youths are drawn irresista- bly to her feet and entangled in the meshes of her net. She is especially fond of lab- Anna a. Sherman.

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1902 t 7 embers. James E. Cargill Oliver N. Ferry Eatham Clarke Ralph N. Maxson Bailey J. Cornell Robert W. Pitkin Arthur E. Reynolds J onorary Tlfember. Miss E. J. Watson. B. J. Cornell, President. O. N Ferry, Vice-President. A. E- Reynolds, Secretary and Treasurer. CLASS YELL : We are not going to yell until we graduate or until there are enough members to make a good healthy screech. I T does not seem more than a few weeks ago when the ’oo Grist editor came and made the heart-breaking statement that we had but a week to finish our history. Now the ’oi editor has just made his rounds with the same tale of woe, so the mill has been set in motion and the results are here. In the first place, WE are growing smaller. Three have left in the past year and but one new one been taken in, leaving us with the small but lucky number, seven. Though we are not “so many,’’ enough work has been done to make up for the lack in numbers. If there is any truth in that old grind about Jack over- working we should be about as dull as the point of one of Max- sou ' s jokes. If one could stack up all the note paper we have