Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY ORATION. 31 inson and Slob Siebeneck are never seen apart. Life is to them a constant round of pleasure. They play pool, go the theatre and all the games, and Thaw he pays the freight. Pete Balliett is a great man, and a centre of observation and renown, but you would weep if you knew what a walking adver- tisement Bally had become, if you knew that half the saloons in 'Trenton advertised,themselves as PATRONIZED BY MR. BALLIETT, OF PRINCETON. Their latest beverage being also known as the Balliett Cocktail. But I see that you are thinking of Manhattan Field, where Jim Blake put so much head in his play. jim looked so nice and hand- some in his muddy suit and his little gray cap, that after the game not only all the coaches and all the alumni and the girls on the grand stand, but even the plaster casts were stuck on his shape. Pop Inslee appeared in the Lif. sanctum the other day with a poem which he had written under the inspiration of Shorty Ken- nedy's thrilling narrative of a fire at Pittsburgh. The structure of the poem is a dead crib from H The Wreck of the Gyascutus, but you know Pop is new at the craft. It runs thus: SAVED FROM A FIERY GRAVE, OR, ROl'l'l-CLIMIIING 1iX'I'RAORDIN.-XRY. Ywis is Me fait' Ma! was fold' fo me 131' Ma! lozzg'-!t'gQgcfz', fflllkl' Ai.'lIlIc'zl,j', , c r f , Yb mc and iz fzvftwz' Mu! fuzzy ll,l'1'lI,4'I.ll,'T firsr Q S One c Z'c'll1.Il5 af Dt7A'll1,.V, Iill Swzfvr llwr. 'Twas in the midst of llittslinrgh town, One evening last July, 'llllCl'C stood a hnilding on the square, lilexcn stories high. Above the stillness of the night There rose the awful cry e Of tire! tire! the lrinlitful shout 3 Re-echoed to the sky. Eleven stories of lurid tlame! It was an awliul scene, And yet the boys were not on hand XYho run with the machine.

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130 THE' NASSAU HERALD. thander on j'im's cheek. jim returned this with a straight left-hand jab on Van's nose, and soon after time was called. Seven rounds had been fought, and Cam's wind .seemed to be giving him, Sl0W1Y bflf -surely, the advantage. In the eighth round both men came up smil- ing, and Jim planted a clean left undercut on Van's jaw. Then Van displayed a constellation and one or two variable stars before Iim'S left orb. jim broke away and tantalized Van into making a lead- By this time Van was getting pretty groggyg Jim landed him one -on the breast, then banged him in the forehead, knocking his head backward, and played battledoor and shuttlecock with his cheeks, put his right clean and hard on Van's breast and would have half murdered the poor aristocrat if a messenger boy hadn't run up to 'Mud Archer just then with a telegram from Tom Bailey, saying that 'the nght must stop. ' Van got out of the hospital in a couple of weeks, took a catalogue and sent a challenge to every tenth man in the class. He still 'desires to wipe off that old score with Cam. Here is the letter 'which he has sent to Deacon Armstrong 5 he sent it to Armie 'because Armie rooms with Cam. Have I your permission, Van, to -read your letter? Yes? Thank you. I ' H WEDNESDAY, November, 1893. DEAR ARMSTRONG-I wish you to inform your principal that none of the blows, 'the effects of which I have been suffering, were fair blows. The blows that interfered with my seeing and guarding were unprepared for and muckerish. The one that knocked me out was from behind, unseen, and .deliberately aimed at an insulted and blinded man, I have talked With Archer, and shall arrange a Hght a little more forma! Man .last-seconds two each, time called at each down, 8zc. My seconds probably will be Archer and Harvey Young, if Mr. Cameron attempts any foul tactics he :never will leave that field without crutches. y , Please consider this a challenge, and let me hear from you before long. t Remaining deeply yourfdebtor for your kindness after the fight QU, I am . Sincerely yours, - ' A l ED. VAN C1sE, Jn. Will the tall lady who smiled at the handsome young man with 'the dark eyelashes, Sixth Avenue Elevated, near Eighteenth street, 'communicate with 2o.West Witherspoon, Princeton, New jersey? '5 Varsity Thaw is still waiting for an answer to that personal Ol' his in the Sunday Herald and in the meantime the Big Four enioy lifc .as best they may. 'Varsity Thaw, Punk Sabine, Woodpecker llgb- I F i IIS... 7fH?'2T7'F sf

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THE NAssAU HERALD. A window opened and-ye gods! l'X.WO11121.I1,S face did show, Nine stories up above the ground, The very type of woe I N0 help from heaven nor from earth, But hold ! a manly voice- Throw down the rope, I'll rescue you That made her heart rejoice. She casts the rope, he grasps it tight, He scalesthe building tall, The crowd grows dizzy, sick at heart, And fearful lest he fall. He's reached the top, he grasps her formg He throws one glance around- Alas 1 he had unknown his task, She weighed zoo lb. Hold tight, my fairy, trust to me And we will safely land? And call me liar, but he held That woman' with one hand. In one hand those 200 lb., The other grasps the rope, Ye gods! the crowds all stood aghast, t Perplexed betwixt fear and hope. Hand over hand, he clainbers down, Straight toward the ground below, But Eve feet more- Stand off, he cries, And falls upon the snow. 'Tain't much of a job to talk about, But it's a ticklish thing to see, - And suthin' to do, if I say it, too, For that brave young man was me. Sack is llze lale Zlzal was fold to me, By llzal long-legged, lanky Klfnneflzf Ana' I envy lke nerve qt a man like Ikof, For, unless Skorzy was lalking tkrozzgk his How a lzzzfnan being zyfflcsk and bono Coula' wz'z'lz one kand, ana' one alone, Climb down a rope, kann' over kaml, fs more lkan I realbf can 2ma'e1's1fa11a' ,' Bn! wkaz' Skorzy says muszf be fka zfzwfk, Ana' so I require no j9n'1'kur j57'01i'f1 For ke ain'l like some fyf fha sfmlfs sl knoro, Ana' ke never lies, oxnyszf in snow. Ac?