Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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WAsH1NG'roN's BIRTHDAY ORATION. 29 Lugs gave up the ghost and went sadly home muttering what a blame idiot the other fellow was to stay where he could so plainly see he was not wanted. This illustrates how people that live in ice houses should not throw cold hands, for on the morrow Lugs discovered that the other fellow was stopping at the house. Strange to say, E. C. Thompson once had the idea of entering society, but now his fondest hopes are shattered. Thompson was just dying to meet a certain town girl, and almost went' wild with joy when Roy Cox told him that he would meet him in McClure's room, at 8. 30, and they would make the call. Cox is a sly wretch and told a few fellows to be on hand in McClure's room to see the fun. Earl Cox, Jack Frame, jack Williams, Hector Cowan, and Lieut. Townley were all safely stored under the bed' when Thompson made his entry. He was dressed to a finish QTownley says he wore lavender trousers and a lemon colored tie, and looked for all the world like a Puck picturej. He was greeted kindly by the host, McClure, who asked him why he was in such fine togs. Thompson fought shy of the question, but on being pressed said, Oh, I'm tired of wearing a sweater, and thought I would look decent awhile. Thompson stood the fire of questions until nine o'clock when he began to grow nervous, and inquired if Roy Cox had put in his appearance that evening. He said he did not want to see him about anything in particular, but just wanted to know where he was. He swore that he never thought of calling on a girl, and numerous other lies until the Bradley Martin muminers rushed wildly out from behind the curtain, bed and door, and gave a triple cheer for Thomp- son, his suit and the girl. Henry Russell! Henry Russell! Why don't you speak when you're spoken to? Guess you never joined the Mercer Blues. There, ladies and gentlemen, is our bright and