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

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of tfie xxv i j ffajs ®br ijiatort) nf Ninrtmt-S’nifutmt The history of Seventeen Begins when we were Freshies green. ’Twas on a bright September day That we did wend our weary way To register with the President. Th e Student Council’s force we felt, For to each Neophyte was dealt A poster blue with counsel wise, Fifteen cents and many sighs. Now “Thou shalt” be a resident. Our scores in football and in track Made our outlook mighty black. Our fortunes turned in basketball — The Sophomores couldn’t play at all. Our Freshman year had shown our worth. As Sophs we met the college sieve. But to each college sport did give Someone to represent us well, As our athletic records tell. We now could claim a place on earth. Our Junior Prom was a grand success, And to debate and the Beacon, no less, Some literary gems we lent, Which shows we were on records bent. One more year decides our fate. Our Senior year is going fast. The day is coming when at last Commencement and the pang of parting Remind us that we’re only starting. Auf wiedersehen, Rhode Island State 22