Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Oh, 'Andyf I am so lonely-so lonelyf' replied the Colonel.', But-but, there are plenty of fellows here, surely! look at Mn ! Yes,', said the Colonel, but so many of them are egotis- tical. If there's anything I hate, it's egotism. And when I see a bootlicker getting along, or a football player sporting his big orange 'Pi or a Cottage Club man grinning out from under his hatband, or some poler blowing about his grades, or a lot of people running around doing things-it makes me tired. I've thought it all over and come to the conclusion that I am the only out-and-out, thorough-going gentleman in the crowd-and I am lonely. 'ilackn Crawford has a good nerve, too. His passion for chemistry led him to tell 'fMacv Thompson that they ought to have the new Brokaw tank graduated. After commencement Jack can offer himself as a substitute. 'But perhaps Charley Reeves would make a better one, though the Reeves-bird has some excuse. You havenever heard it? Well, Charley had been down to George and Bob's consuming some of the beer that made Bohn Burkam famous and started across the front campus about eleven, headed half of the time for Witherspoon street and the other half for the Chemical Building. There may have been a. heavy wind blowing--one would have thought so to watch him-but finally he got abreast of the gate, and, after three tries, crawled around the nearest post. Just then the landscape suddenly tipped up and Hung Charley against the Dean's house with resounding force. The Reeves-bird sat in open-eyed amazement, watching the towers of Old North chas- ing the elms around the front campus in a Wild, terrestial scramble. Why, Reeves F' exclaimed Gary Scott, disgustedly, You are disgracefully intoxicated l 'ToQricated! protested Charley, NI scorn 'sinuationf' He glanced furtively at Old North, which seemed to be gaining rapidly on the School of Science. f'Lo-ve makes the world go iroundj' continued the Reeves-bird, argumentatively, Pm in love. That is more than RegisJ' Chauvenet is, anyhow. I-Ie was, though. A couple of years ago he had a penchant for a girl up 11 ,

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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

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Washington's Birthday Oration in the Big Burg. He took her to see Coquelin cadet play Cyrano and then came back to Princeton, conscious of having made a swell hit with the lady. A few days later he received an anony- mous copy of the New York Journal containing a full page article entitled 'fCan a Man with a Big Nose be Truly Loved ? Rex must have thought not, for the stuff is oft. 'fDanny Horton would do well to follow his example. Jim Eddy Qwho knows everything about everybody, and tells it everywhere-J told me that '4Danny once contemplated doing it, at least he said that he was going to give up Wine, women and song. I think he managed the song all right, but, then, Danny never could sing. Just look at those eyes! I fear the booze bug has got him-soon he will be worse than Bunhead Wilson- thatis all! 1 D:-Lnnyn knows more about music than some other people, though. One night last year Spike,' McKaig went down to the Elm Club with Johnny Clancey, Jack OiNeill, S'al. Cadenas, Fred. Bayles, Charley Doe and a bunch of the regu- larly barreled, to have converse of sweet song. 'iSpike can play the pianola you know. But on this occasion he put the roll for f'Down Where the Wurtzburger Flows in backwards. They all listened with rapt attention while 'iSpikeM worked his feet. When it was over, Otto Hack sighed ecstatically. MI think that torreadorps song from Carmen is one of the finest things in the worldf' he said. It seems funny that Otto should have such a reprobate room- mate. 4'Art Morris was president of the Saturday Night Club that used to meet at least once a week in 6 West Brown and tell stories to the gentle music of rolling bones or clinking chips. 4'Art'sv career as a gambler began early in his college course. On the night before Washingtonis birthday, four years ago, a quiet little game QI wonder why games are always small and noiseless ?j was in progress in Sutherland's. A lot of guin- mers were standing about as usual- Bill7' Porter, Homer Scott, Nig. Cooper, our dear departed classmate, Jake,' Sheasley and some others. Suddenly Nig.D Cooper burst shrieking from the room and rushed madly upstairs. Come down In he called to George Munger and Harry Strater, who 12