Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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frontal assistance, proceeded to Room 231, Where Gus was reg- istered to be reposing. He knocked, no answer. He knocked again 3 still no answer. He raised up his delicate voice and howled: Hello! 4Gus' Ober ! Finally the reply came, muffled, but in unmistakable, rippling, feminine tones: 'CML Ober is not here now. Ike fell against the door jamb and yammered. There the clerk of the hotel found him in a trance of amaze- ment. It took that individual, four bell-boys and a private de- tective to explain that 4'Gus Ober had been moved out of Room 231 the day previous to make Way for the present female occu- pant. 0ne's imagination fails one when one endeavors to picture 'fIke Roberts walking familiarly in Without having previously knocked, but, after all, I don't know that it would have been much Worse than butting into the boudoir of Fanny Le Grand Griswold, the male Sappho. Ober Was showing a bunch of queens through the palatial apartments of the two. When they came to Fannyts room they looked at it in amazement. '6Why, said one, fingering the pink bows on the bed-posts, It looks as if a debutante slept here l One doesj, replied Gust, promptly. 'Grisy' comes out every morning-about elev-en oiclockf' ' I wonder what Hungry,' Higgins would have done in a room of that sort? Not long since he called on a prominent illus- trator in New York. He stayed quite a While. When I saw the rising young artist later, he asked who this man Higgins of The Tiger was? Ol his all rightf' I said. Yes, he was all right-till he began to call me by my first name and spit on the floorf' I Wonder what makes Ik', Slee look so shamefaced when I say anything about chewing tobacco. It isn't everybody that is as polite as 4'Casey'J Paull or Percy Rivingtxrn Pyne twict. Percy ist surely the most cordial person that has been around here for a long time. The other day he was Walking down Nassau street, where he passed Fred. Fair- banks, Sport,' Moore and Hell-devil Skillman accidently abreast. Percy bowed with characteristic disregard for social status. H'y, y' fellows F' he called. 9

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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

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I Washington's Birthday Oration Did you know that Cap Sellers has been lreposing in the innrmary for some time-with the mumps, it is alleged? But I have information tothe contrary. Cap.'J was suffering from having got a splinter in his tongue eating a club sandwich. I suppose he got the sandwich at Renwickis-they are sol care- less there. Why Macy McCoy-Samuel Duff McCoy, the literary prodigy-went in the other day and ordered hen-fruit, sunny side. The dusky servitor appeared in about three-quarters of an hour with the desired confection. Mac,,' ravenous by this time, fell upon the delicacy but recovered his balance in time to examine two kinky brunette hairs reposing on the top of the yellow orb. But he was not to be daunted, not Mac, f'Waiter!,' he shouted, Waiter! bring me a little Coke's Dandruff Cure on th-e side P' It isn't everyone who has such presence of mind-not even George Washington could ha.ve cooked up the story which Spike Wabeke sprung on the Absinthe Committee-of the Faculty, I mean. No, but i'SpikeD somehow just would not go to chapel. They threatened and pleaded and cajoled Qimagine it, my dear hearersj , but it was of no avail 3 Spike would not come. Finally, the anxious authorities, fearing for the safety of f'Spike's immortal soul, sent a deputation to wait upon him. No, gentlemen, he said, gently but firmly, I would like to, but I cannot-I cannot? But why not, Mr. Wabeke ? questioned one exercised pro- fessor. My hyperaesthetic nature will not bear with the excruciating sounds which masquerade as music during morning prayers. Not a word, gentlemen! You cannot excuse me, I know, but you can get a good organist. And Spike,' was a candidate for the job, too. But Spike was sincere-believe me. I-Ie is not a conceited man. As for Colonel Byles-well thatis another story. Shall I tell it? Yes? Thank you kindly. It was in Sophomore year. Andy,' Freeman burst into the ColonelJs room one afternoon and found the latter sitting disconsolately in a corner, his head in his hands. Why, what's the matter ? exclaimed Andy 10