Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Washingtonls Birthday Oration but he had to share her society with about eight other fellows before he got through. Tell you about it? C, no! really I couldn't, ask Steven I Will say, though, that Nig. Couch also does very Well in one of the title roles of the Sleeping Beauty and the Beast. I leave you to- judge Whether Nig. could, physically, take the part of the beauty. Let me change the subject before I get myself into hot water. Have you heard about f'Ike Gilchrist's trance in the Cafe Mar- tin? I understand that there is some talk of investigating it, scientifically. I hope it Will be done. I, for one, Would like to know just what it Was that MIke did see. O, yes! I forgot. You don't know about it? Well, it seems that fflkei' and Hoort Ameli and '4Chief Pierson and some of the other boys Who like to look upon the Wine when bubbles come up through the stem of th-e glass and make a happy little effervescing cloud dance in the body of the amber fluid fthatis Worthy of Court Nicoll, the Boy Poetj and Ike,,' I imagine, had been Watching the bubbles so long that they had ma.de him dizzy. At any rate he sat in gloomy silence and stared into vacant nothings. He couldnit have been looking at Ken Co'olbaugh's head, for Ken Was absent, as usual. What's the matter, Ike P .asked Chief', Pierson at last, but he elicited no reply. Ike,s eyes were bulging out, cold beads of perspiration stood out on his brow. He held his breath. He rested his hands on the table with a tense look about his mouth, and, still staring into space, cried, Shoot, damn you! just shoot W Bill Coulter could probably tell all about such visions. You know Bill elects all his courses in the 'afternoon novv, because he don't believe in getting up at any such impossible hour as eleven o'clock. Of course you see right away that such an arrangement Would give the faculty great pain. They argued with Bill about the matter, but to no- purpose, he simply could not get up to chapel. They gave him pensums and suspended him with no result. He rather enjoyed it. Finally, last May, they decided to take steps. ' Mn Coulterfi said the spokesman of the faculty, in his usual urbane and conciliatory tones, Mn Coulter, We have de- 14

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had ignominously gone to bed. For heavenis sake come down and look at Arty Morris g he is paying real money fo-r his chips I Nig.'J Cooper might well be surprised 5 he was never guilty of such carelessness. Tom McPheeters is another Real Sport. One night at the Inn, Tom sat at the foot of the long table and wagered vast sums on the fall of the ivories with Charley Dugro, who lounged in artless opulence at the other end of the ta.ble. In order to hear each other it was necessary to shout the amounts of each bet so that everybodyin the place must know of their reckless gamb-ling. Bet you a hundred to eighty that John Steen can't four l yelled Tom McPheeters. Got you, replied Dugro. Johnny threw a seven and passed the bones to George Scott, the moral leper. Hundred and fifty he sixes before he eights P' shouted Tom. Got youj, said Charley. George Scott threw craps and passed the dice to Alec', Galt for luck. 'fGheese it V' yelled Tom. Make it an even four hundred, asked Charley, pettishly, I hate to- bother with odd sumsf' 4'All right-how much is that I owe you ?J' he asked, when Alison lost ten cents and passed the ivories to big Jim Ames. i One thousand and fifty-call it an even thou-sand and letjs quit for to-night V' howled Charley, just as Deacon Richard- son ordered forty-five cents' worth of Bud. for himself, Eddie', Havens and Bunnyv Reed. Once out of the grill room the two bold, bad gamblers found it raining. f'Lend me fifteen cents for a cab, Tom, pleaded 4'Dug. Aw here! what do you think I am-a bank P asked Tom. z'What did you do with that dime I lent you last week ? Tightness fin the pecuniary -sense onlyj is not one of Steve McGlave's faults. I understand that he even blew himself to a sort of Seeley dinner at the Bingham Hotel in Philadelphia' one time with a chorus ladyi' from a popular extravaganza, 13

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cided that you must attend chapel every morning from now till Commencement or leave the University. Your conduct is rapidly demoralizing even Mr. D. Miner Rogers ! Well, it Was up to Bill. He tried alarm clocks and electric bells, but the third morning he was saved only through the complaisance of St. Peter, and made up his mind that something radical had to be done. The next night found the solution of the problem. Tuppy Ashmead dropped into Bill's room about eleven. Bill was sitting, owl-eyed, beside a table, a copy of Three Buckets of Blood or Who Put Glass in Mamma's Soup W in one hand and a quart bottle of Hunter, half emptied, at his elbow. 'Tor the Lordis sake, Bill, what are you doing?', asked !lTuppy-27 'US all rightjj waved Bill, carelessly. Till get to their blanked chapel if I have to stay up all night to do it in And yet they say that compulsory chapel is not harmful! Bill Coulter is not ordinarily a profane man, but as for Tom Campbell-Well, Dicky Wilson told a Trenton girl that Tom Campbell Was the most profane man in college. It may have been true, but it Wasn't very nice of Ditty, Was it? Besides Dicky', might not have said it if he had known Uri Grannis better. Wrink,' poses as a very religious person, but it's all humbug, believe me. Why one night last year he Went down to the basin, or some such ungodly place, to lead a prayer meeting. He got along all right-it was an Episcopal service and all he had to do Was to read it out of a book, but, during the meeting, Paul Welling dropped into the place, attired in three days' growth of beard a.nd a sweater. When Wrink had run olf the benediction he rushed down from the pulpit and grasped Paulis hand. Hullo, Paul I he said, Iam damn glad to see you, but if you' ever come down again I wish you Wouldn't Wear such a hell of a costume? Thatps a true story, I know, f'Wrink told it to- me himself. But I don't believe it, for Paul usually prides himself as much on his clothes as Frank Smith. He Went to a theatre- party Qabocv party, Phil Ilantz Would sayj and left his overcoat at the check room. When he came out, the fellows 15