Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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THE NASSAU HERALD. 27 itreseutatinn Elratizxm. BY A. BRADLEY GAITHER, MD. Fathers, Mothers, and others-During the last four years Princeton has been a hive of knowledge. The Class of '85 has had her drones and her workers. The drones have grown and prospered, and, as a natural result of the grading system, taken most of the honors, while the hard workers have been left in the rear, not having had the time to get Professors under their thumbs, as Wreck Crawford once thought 'he had Brackett, but after the examination found that Brackett had him in two senses 'of the word. Princeton has been honored by the presence of many great men. Aaron Burruand James Madison used to tramp through the mud on this Campus until Commencement approached and the walks were repaired, and now Call me Arthur Tree has to do likewise. When you gaze upon this band of smiling cherubs you must not form an opinion of them too hastily, based only on their appearance, but must remember that when they put on their store clothes they also donned their society manners, and now it would be as diffi- cult to tell their true characters as it was for the young ladies of Newark to tell what Charley Van Ausdal looked like from the picture which he sent them. They thought a great deal of him until they saw him, and in order that you may escape a similar disappointment, the traits of some of these most deceptive men xwill be disclosed to you. Judging by appearances, who would think that Stub Bryan was an

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26 THE NASSAU HERALD. flowers and' leaves, leaping from the masonry like a thing of life, independent of the law of gravity, uncontrolled, helps to bear its share of the massive tower that rises to a dizzy height above it, and so thel most insigniicant life forms an important part in the great tissue of mankind. Therefore, let no life be Hobjectless and in vain, we are necessary links in the great chain which, from the full development of consciousness in the first man, reaches forward into eternity. This day we plant the Ivy which will perpetuate the memory of our Class. The lessons of this climbing vine are numerous 3 beauty in each leaf, activity in each growing fibre, love in its clinging to these memorable walls. Time, action, duty, call upon us to take our place in the outside world, to sever the ties which have, during four years, bound us to this institution and to one another. For us the hours of the present are golden, and we leave this tender Ivy to treasure up and perpetuate all the memories of the past. Our recollections, not we, can live on with this Ivyg ours is a life of the future, of dreams, of aspirations, of hopes. Then, upon each one of you, my classmates, I enjoin, Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Gro forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with at manly heartf' God speed the Class of '85.

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28 THE NASSAU HERALD. athlete, or that innocent-looking Putnam Cady would create disorder in Chapel? But man is very treacherous, and no faith should be put in him. P OUR IESTHETIC MAN. In order to be in keeping with the times we will first call on our aesthetic man, who, during four long years, has been sighing for a plant, but has been unable to obtain it. Oscar Wilde, in his love and admiration for the lily, has been totally eclipsed by J. Woods Brown, in his admiration and love for the Ivy. Come out, Brownie. ,When Brown arrived in Princeton, an innocent, meek- looking German lad from the 4' cross-roads in Pennsylvania, he did not display this far-away look, typical of a longing unfulfilled. When he saw the Ivy growing on the Old Chapel, and the whole scene such a complete change from coal fields and sauerkraut, he became enamored immediately and wanted to join anything that might be called Ivy. Now, it is easy to see why Brown liked Ivy on account of its color, but it is diflicult to tell why he should choose anything that clings so closely to churches. The explanation is that it is usually planted around his favorite part of the church--the door. Many months did you spend at the stepping stone, waiting for the summons that wouldhave been such sweet music to your ear. But it did not come. When the exam- ination for the Ivy Brotherhood was held, no transes could be obtained, and how could you have been expected to do your work without them? After your failure you stuck as close to the Ivy men as the Platonic Hugger Lawrence did to the girl he took sleigh-riding in Kansas. He hugged her through a ten-mile drive without at any time allowing the pressure to become less than five pounds to the square inch, but on their return she remarked, Why, Mr. Lawrence, you could not have taken any exercise while you were at college. Lawrence was crushed, but iwnsists that the girl was too.