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RO BERT W ILLIAM LANGLOIS
1391 Pontiac Avenue, Cranston, R. I.
FORM VI: Cross Country, Letter in Basketball, Letter in Spring Track.
Although certain august persons around
this hallowed institution seem to believe
that a select number of our classmates will
inevitably wind up behind bars, Bob is at
present the only member of the class of ’64
who lives in jail. Fortunately for the bas
ketball team, Bob’s Dad lets him out on
parole every day. This past fall Bob kept
in shape for basketball by walking cross
country. The goof-offs welcomed him to the
team immediately — that is, immediately
after he divulged that he had a green Fal
con which could be quite useful in elimin
ating the long walks from M. B. to Butler’s.
Bob is a quiet guy, until you ask him about
that advanced and important subject taught
by the erstwhile Fergy. His opinions on that
topic are so profound and valid that you
can easily imagine him climbing the dif
ferent fences around M. B. to escape to big
ger and better things.
RICHARD A N TH O N Y LICHT
344 Taber Avenue, Providence 6, R. I.
FORM IV: J. V. Football, Letter in Swimming, J.V. Baseball, French Club.
FORM V: J.V. Soccer, Letter in Swimming, Judicial Board, U.N. Club,
Vice President of Chess Club, French Club, Quaker, Historian of Del
phian.
FORM VI: Cross Country, Captain of Swimming, Editor-in-Chief of
Mosaic, Transcipt Editor of Quaker, President of French Club, U.N.
Club, Judicial Board, Jolly Poets’ Club, Historian of Delphian.
Two years and some months ago, Dick
arrived quietly and inconspicuously on the
Moses Brown scene. Now, he emerges as a
full-fledged member of that gang known in
faculty circles as the Class of ’64. A leader
of the formidable Judicial Board, he also
served on all the Capture the Carrel Com
mittees. This year Ricardo blossomed into
a genuine Mosaic dictator, with full powers
to pull every stunt he can get away with
(that is, unfortunately, precious few). This
year, also, he finally became a true scholar,
due chiefly to the influences of sitting at a
thinking man's table (Raoul, Hoo-Ha and
J.R .G .L.) which brought frequent admoni
tions from AWS in English. Dick is not
just a scholar; he is a fine athlete of the
one-sport mold. After winning two letters
in swimming — and none in anything else
— he became the first captain in M. B.
history to be afraid that he might not make
his own team. Next year, he sets out for
Harvard, which merely means the tricks he
pulls will be bigger.

