Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY ORATION. 27 home in a barrel, so Dutch struck some of I. Reeves' friends, and invested the small sum that remained. Here is the bill : I pair socks . . . .o5 1 pair Orr's never-rip pants .50 1 shirt Qsecond-handj .... .15 I second-hand tile ..... IO I pair tennis shoes he fished from an ash-barrel oo .So After much discussion and argument, Dutch succeeded in persuading the railroad authorities to let him ride up to Princeton in the baggage car. On his arrival in Princeton, Dutch sneaked quietly in the house, hoping to get to his room unseen, but the land- lord mistook him for a bum and fired him from the house. After several unsuccessful attempts, Dutch grew discour- aged and spent the remainder of the night sleeping peace- fully by the cannon. Did I hear some one say Wite Wooster? Broke, won't you please arise and give us that speech you made at the celebration, and tell the ladies and gentle- men how the football championship was lost in '95, just because you were not on the team? By Gosh I It was too bad, Broke, but cheer up, there are better times coming, for Baldy Wilson has begun to publish photos of his mighty right arm in the N. If W'01'ZcZ, in hopes of intimi- dating the Yale batters. It's a good bluff, Baldy, and herels ,Opin it goes. Ah l You Adonis of the college baseball ranks, as your friends on the P'ittsImo'g Dispczfch call you. Do you remember the keg of ale you ordered to be sent to Mr. W. W. Wilson, Princeton? Well, Axson told me that it was sent to Prof. Woodrow Wilsonls by mistake, and he wished to return it to the owner. You had better hurry before Runt Poe and Three-stein Henry Barclay gets off of probation, even if they only drink

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26 THE Nassau HERALD. clothes off the dop shelf, the cockroaches are eating all the button holes ond. The mere mention of clothes brings before my niind that little Dutchman called Gregory, who dared a New York policeman to arrest him, for he claimed-C' he was dot job I-Iedgels Uncle, while Babe Hill sat on the curbstone crying: 4' Please Mr. Officer let rne gog I'm a Kentucky gentleman. ' ' Dutch was not discouraged and did 'not have to take Hood's Sarsaparilla for his nerves that night, and his per- sistence got them both off, only to result in Babe Hill riding up and down the Murray Hill elevator, singing '4 Nobody Knows I-Iow Bad I Am. I started to tell about Dutch Gregoryls new suit of clothes that he purchased in Trenton. Bullw Graham, 'C Irish Kent and Dutch went to Trenton to attend a skating party. About the time the show began, Dutch struck a thin piece of ice and had to be taken to the Trenton House to dry. Dutch insisted on having a full suite of rooms, and ordered one containing a study, bath, sitting room and bed chamber. Irish and Bull tucked him in bed, and fastening the bell-button down with a match, left Dutch to the kind mercies of the landlord. A few seconds later a bell-boy rushed breathlessly in and inquired what the gentleman would have. Dutch did not remember having wanted anything, but not wishing to let a good opportunity pass by unheeded, he gave the boy a small order. That bell got some deadly exedution in on Dutch and the bell-boys before the cause was discovered, for when Dutch took account of stock he found he did not have the necessary with which to pay the buffet bill. He hooked Runt I-Iausslingls watch, which he had borrowed, but that did not bring enough to pay the bill and get his clothes pressed. It was out of the question to go home in wet togs, and it was a little too chilly to walk

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28 THE NAssAU HERALD. ' ozone. But thatls more than Gilmore drank the time he got full in New York. He attended a dinner and when the finger-bowls were passed, mistook them for loving cups and quaffed deeply of the scented liquor. The story never would have gotten out if you had not told Poller Abbot how queer it made you feel, and said it tasted just like roses. Abbot was a bad man to tell, for he knows good liquor, even if he does swear off every two weeks, and naturally saw the joke. I'll bet Gilmore challenges me to iight a duel before sundown. That's a bad habit he has, for he nearly killed Bob Sterling in Freshman year, just because Bob called him a greasy poller. It would never do to let this day pass by without men- tioning our society man. Now, I donlt mean Brue Dickin- son, that parasite of the Dickinsonian family tree, even if he does run the society of Trenton, nor do I have reference to Runt I-laussling, De Coursey or Dog Yeatts, who make occasional visits to Princeton during the course of the college year, and I do not mean Percy Williams either Qwho doffed his hat so gallantly in Newark that he could not find it, and rode to Princeton bare-headed g he is a trifie too good and polite for this age of the worldj, for each confines his attention to a single girly but as there was 'Only One Gill the night of class electionj so there is only one Masson in the society swirl. Lugs spends his spare moments in New York, and while on these trips has been known to visit everything from a laundress to a free-lunch counter. One night Lugs called oii a young lady who he thought was all his own, but strange to say, found a rival there. His Mobile blood grew hot, and with firm resolve Qso well displayed in managing the hockey teamj, he sat down to out-stay the other fellow. Each looked defiance at the other as the city clocks toiled the hours away. No move was made. Midnight had come and gone and seen them both still there. At one olclock