Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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sex, Mr, Chillyt' was unanimously chosen. I saw no notice of it in the Princetonicm, however-but then, Mac Taylor probably used his influence. I understand that he wants to be elected the handsomest man. It was during this Wilmington trip that Pop Hermann, who, as everybody knows, used to become beastly intoxicated on twenty cents, demonstrated that he really required the expendi- ture of-thirty cents to get satisfactorily loaded. He'd better look out 5 strong drink may get a grip on him, and then it might cost him as much as a dollar, say ten years from now. Thatis better than Louis Layton, anyhow-he gets his fill for nothing. by looking out the window when the round is up to him. Bill Singer, also, distinguished himself at Wilmington by his cele- brated toast: Here's to Bill Singer, than whom there are none suchf' Bill always did have a modest appreciation of his own worth. B-ack in Sophomore year, he went, with another crowd, to Hightstown to play football. After the game the team was fed at the school. When all had gathered in the dining-room, each man stood behind his chair, and a silence fell over the assemblage while the head of the concern cleared his throat before saying grace. The quietness seemed to irk Bill 5 he felt that it was up to somebody to do something, so he rose grace- fully to the occasion. Stepping back one pace, he leered coquet- tishly at the co-eds. Come on! fellows, he shouted, let's give a cheer for the Peddie girls P' That was almost as good a bluff as the one Pootch', Prewitt cast with one of the fair dames from New Brunswick, who came over to spend a. week in Princeton on the invitation fat least, so Jim Eddy said, and the Lord knows that brands it as a-an exaggeration, sayj of Al. Phillips and Mac. Frazer. It seems that 'Tootchv met the girl on Nassau street one evening, and, feeling lonely, asked if he could hold her hand. She reluctantly consented. There was a long and embarrassed silence and finally the girl looked questioningly into Pootch,s soulful blinkers. KI wish you would behave like a man, Mr. Prewittf' she said. You remind me of a chicken V7 7 CC

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Washingtorfs Birthday Oration HO, yes, replied For.,n modestly, I expect to be hit with the first one. i The girl looked at the nrst answer, which is in regard to the most popular man, and then turned the page and gazed at the iinal one, which designates the mo-st useless. Yes, she said, looking dreamily out of the Window. 'fYes. And the first shall be last and the last shall be first. When I look into the innocent, child-like faces of these tender of-shoots of our nation-that nation 0-f which G. Washington is reputed to have been the parent-powerful man, G. Washing- ton-I have a mental vision of the father of his country turning over -and over in his grave at the thought of having furnished a refuge for such ignorant, dumb and unlettered foreigners as Hiltebeitel, I-Iollenbach, Rentschler and Schweikert. When I look into the faces of these members of the great and glorious Class of 1903, I see only the gold filling in Otto IIack's teeth and a quid of tobacco in the cheek of Chace Andrews. Iii Pk Pk 3 Pk Pk if Now, my complacent hearers, in these days of a great Uni- versity, when it is almost impossible to tell a graduate student from a Freshman or i'Pop Hermann from a town mucker, nick- names are very convenient. But some of them do- not fit v-ery well. For instance, thereis Chilly Childress, better known, perhaps, as Alois P. Childress, the Svvaboda of the class. Far from being chilly at all, he is the warmest-hearted scion of the Sunny South fJohn Clark Finney not exceptedj ever connected with a love tale. You have heard about the time that Chilly went to- Wilmington with the Nassaus to play football with the Wilmington Athletics? No? Well, it was this way: After the game the Nassaus', adjourned to a convenient tavern to demonstrate that alcohol could be a food. But two girls who had seen the game had been caught in the toils by Chilly,s fatal gift of beauty. They found their way to the room where these battered heroes of the gridiron Q as Tommy Thomas would put itj were assembled and inquired for their matinee idol. They were informed that the Nassaus were electing the next yearfs captain. Whereupon one of them essayed to nominate the man they call 'Mr Chilly., ,J Out of deference to the fair 6

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Washington's Birthday Oration Now you don't know what she meant and I don't know what she meant, and I doubt whether l?ootch knows yet what it was all about, but I guess Ward Chamberlain could tell a thing or two if he only would. Look where he sits-with his father, too. Ah! I blush for him. My dear sir, 1I'll let you in on a secret about your son., One night, about twelve, I was coming across the campus when a ragged-looking Senegambian stopped me and asked: Is yo' Mistah Chamberlain, boss Bw I am notfv I answered, indignantly. Well, Ah ,ve got a note fo? him, an' Ah don' know where he rooms. Iiet's see if it is important, I replied, anxious to do what I could for anyone in need of assistance. I stacked up against the nea.rest lamp-post and opened this note. Ward won't mind if I read it, I know. Dean' Dub: We mist the larst troley and are now at the Nassau Hotel. For heaven s sake help us like we did you in N. B. MADGE, CHICK. But Ward Chamberlain is not the only gay Lothario in the class. There's 'fWatty Watkins. Poor Watty,' has been here so many years that I feel as if he ought to be treated with the reverence one gives to old ruins. But if he is not an old ruin, he is well in the way of being a young one. You should have seen him in his third Sophomore year playing Romeo from the window of his room, next the bank building, with a shapely damozel, who, I hear, handles more money in a day than Watty,' has seen in the eight years of his college course. Had you then observed this ruthless breaker of hearts, you would have hesitated whether to give the title of class lady-killer to Watty', or to Gus7' Ober. Gus must be in a bad way as to reputation by now. It seems that he was spending a few days at Atlantic City o-r Palm Peach, or some other expensive place -money's no object to '4Gus, you know. Well, Ike Roberts ran down to see him, dropped into the most luxurious hostelry, found Ober's John Hancock on the register, and, disdaining S