Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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THE Nfissa U HERA LD. 27 should be gently criticised. The poet never felt like iinishing that piece, and wisely 5 for he reflected : Suppose Horton should end a. line 3 why, in English, but two words will rhyme with it. The one is 'snortin7,' the other ' cavortin'.' His muse had no use for that kind of language. I see you don't think the epic is WVm.'s strong point. How does this cold-blooded little lyric of his strike you, on an every-day occurrence in Princeton ? Entitled VVIGGAN. I I Oh, the wide-mouthed Wiggan has gone down to the club, The street was quite filled by his elegant tub, Then houses on both sides got many a rub, ' As the lovely Wiggan tore down for his grub. He stayed not for snob, and he stopped not for snab g He knew they'd have cakes, and he wanted first grab. And he said, with a grin and a wink of his eye, 'How, before the rest come, I will lay in tl1e pie I' And save his stout jaw-bone he weapon l1ad none: He went not unarmed, but he went not alone. Jim Kinney was with him, the tried and the true Jack Leal, Joe Oreech, and Dickey Page, too, - ' And so with a whoop and a grunt and a roar, This lovely old crowd rushed in the club-door. You see Wm.'s How of language is strong, but his knowledge of metre and English grammar is limited,as witness this little unfettered verse on .I IM ANDERSON. J im Anderson, my J im Jow, 'When We were first acquaint, You were as big as you are now, But that ain't saying much, by George, it ain't. That will do for you, Williain. Accept this copy of Mother Goose's Melodies, and instead of the usual laurel crown, this package of Lorillard. Now- you' ve all had a good look at Wiggan, don' t you think the postmaster was right in giving to Wiggan the circular addressed by Eli Perkins to the ' HANDSOMEST MAN IN COLLEGE I know that Ewing, Sam Hamill, and 'fIrv. WVithington felt very bad about it 5 but I agree with the postmaster, for, at

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Q6 ' TTHE NASSAU HERALD. ary the 22d with a white stone. It was a great day for you. Without a doubt, your ,tribute to the memory of VVither- spoon and the glories of Scotland, so touched His Majesty, Mesilf, that he raised your psychology grade at least fifty per cent. YOU are, I've seen, a great collector of pictures, not of the 'f we care so much, don't we, style, nor of the kind with which Fatty Faulkner shocks modest, visiting Professors, nor like Cowan's highly-colored chromos. How will this fit in your collection? A picture of the great John VV., as, stylograph in hand, he is signing the Declaration. Take it away, and send Wiggan up here. This is .Bill Gibson our POET, The poet of the Newark Daily Advertiser. His poems are gen- crally fragmentary, but on such familiar subjects that I know you'll be glad to hear them. His finest effort is an Introduction to an epic on Base-ball, in which are mentioned the favorite occupations of some classmates, yet Gibson afterwards saw fit to entitle it: LINES ON FINDING, BILL SCHENCK AT THE BALL-GROUND? . Awake I oh, Bill Schenck, leave all meaner things To Cutts and Bland, the foot-ball kings. Let Mac and the H Molly U live on the Raritan, Feed on oatmeal, and stuff themselves with bran. LetDuncan and his Cricket Team go soak 'Claret' Linn read almanacs to geta joke, And Stanly buck the penny tiger? 'till l187S broke 5 While o'er his grades each profane Senior raves, , And Eddy talks his friends into their graves 5 While Paxton 'howls and yells and swears, And Ingram sadly dyes his few remaining hairs, Let us, two, sing the praises of the nine, The glories of the diamond field divine. I First, then, ye muses to us tell Who was the man, and who then- Right there the poem stopped short. No pious word could be found to end that last line, and Schenck woke up just thou and chased the poet out of the field, being under the impression that he was a foul-tip or a third strike. Such fugitive poetry

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'28 a 'THE NASSA U HERALD. that time, all those fellows had mustaches as scraggy as Linn's ever was. Vlfiggan, take this mirror, and in it contem- late our loveliness. . Y , Of course after our handsome man should come the great 7 l sooinfrv MAN, y L Looney Perrine 5 but he' ll not come, all the same. His spare time for the next couple of years is engaged, if you take his word for it. The sight of his magnificence would be too overpowering. Let us drop gently upon Loomis, a' dizzy swell, whose ambition is to wear as many different kinds of clothes in a ,day as J im Lanier does. He is a fine talker 5 invariably greets his friends with fc-Wh61'6 was you?,' criticises his lady friends in such phrases as, 4' She dances good 5 She sings bad, cite. Yet he is very fond of the ladies, and has taken all of them under his protection. VVhy, on dark nights, after most people have gone tobed, he always patrols the streets. , He has 'a regular beat extending down Witherspoon street, back again, then down Nassau as .far as the Defiance ball ground, then .down the road leading to the canal 5 in fact he is a regular - ' NIGHT VVATCHMAN, ' V who cares for stray travelers, and this dark lantern will be very useful to him. L L ' . Tn a class so full of great men, ,you will not be surprised to ind that we have several members of the A V y .4 NOBILITY. - There's Duke De Lanier, whose magnificent repose T will not -disturb. There's Count Hamilton, a man of low tastes-so vulgar as to wear knickerbockers and play lawn-tennis-who'll take these alleviated railway 'bonds and this life-p1'eSQ1-W1-7 in case he thinks of 'taking another trip by boat to New Haven. Dick Page, the Duke of Buckingham. ' This 11ODlQl1l1l.ll,S title is not 'very old--dates only, T believe, from last Tlianksgiviug .night--the night after the Yale game. His coat-of-arnis is