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

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you ill, Mr. M-” ? “Not exactly,” he replied. “I was only thinking about the vibration of ruy olefactory ganglionic com- meiseme caused by tbe saponaceous erudation from the epidermal epithelum of this cuss-eyed hellbender.” Then he slept again. In English : ‘‘Mr. F., who was Johnson ? ” Mr. F. — “Johnson was the fellow that wrote a dictionary.” In the Chem lab. one balmy day in the early spring, when the college sheep were browsing on the dump behind the wind-mill, some one remarked that glass bottles did not seem to be the right kind of diet for the gentle creatures, but Mr. M. promptly reas- sured him with the statement that the only affect would be the production of glass wool. With all this talent at our command and with the superior train- ing of the “New Course,” can you doubt that the GRiSTwill again gladden your hearts next Commencement. mm

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used ; pour on the midnight oil that has been burned, and light the pile by some of the blue flames which occasionally emanate from No 26, the result would fry all the eggs wasted by the poul- try class in the past three years. That expresses the whole thing in an egg-shell. You may not credit it, but during the Winter term our brains were over-taxed to such an extent that our slumbers were affected much as if we had been eating some of Helme’s mince pies. Think of waking up in the intense and murky darkness of Davis Hall and seeing the grillions of big overgrown molecules chasing poor little inoffensive atoms all over the wall paper. In our terror we would often call for Dr. Bucher to arrest them for disobeying Avogadro’s law It was awful Sometimes the mind would take a different turn and the whole room would seem full of parabolas and hyperbolas, and from the midst of them would come a sweet and gentle voice saying: ' • You can have just ten minutes to write the equations to these.” The only thing that saved us from total madness was the dancing class. There all the cares and woes were forgotten in the mazes of the waltz and two-step, and our minds were allowed to relax from the strain of German and Chemistry and find rest in the strains of Whistling Rufus, or Home, Sweet Home. Reynolds could outdo all of us as a “ relaxer.” He would often neglect to change partners for a whole hour, but under the circumstances it was all ( W)riglit. Some doubts have been expressed as to our ability to publish the annual next year, but if you will glance at the seven sturdy names of our members and think of the talent represented there I think you will agree that we are capable of anything. Just listen to some of the drops of wisdom which are daily falling from the lips of our “ wise men:” “ Now, professor, there is a question in my mind whether the assimilatory activity of the proteinaceous protoplasm of the Equisetum can be attributed to chemical reac- tions or to photo-syntax.” One day in the biological lab. a dreamy sensation permeated through the region of one of the student’s optic thalmi and slowly smoothed the convolutions of his medulla oblongata into a smoth- ered yell. The professor looked at him a moment and said: ‘‘Are

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7903 ELVERTON J. CRANDALL, President. JOHN G. CROSS, Vice-President. EDITH S. RODMAN, Secretary. FRED C. HOXSIE, Treasurer. Class Colors, Purple and White. Jffonorary 97 ' ember, Miss Anne L. Bosworth. e 77?ombers of Class. Kate G. Barber, Thomas Brennan, Louis F. Bell. Jr. Emery P. Chase, . Albert S. Church, John A. Clarner, Laura M. Cooke, Elverton J. Crandall, Frederick J. Cross, John G. Cross, J. Edward Duffy, Warren Goddard, Jr., Fred C. Hoxsie, Willard M. Hoxsie, . Nurragansctt Pier, R. . A ’arragansctt Pier, R. I. Narragansett Pier, R. . . Quonoeliontaug , R. I. River Point, R. I. Brockton, Mass. Woodville, R. I. Peace Dale, R. 1. Wakefield, R. I. Warren, R. I. Pawtucket, R. I. Wakefield, R. . Adamsvillc , R. . Carolina , R. I.