Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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Washington's Birthday Ovation stood around the window while Paul got his coat out of soak. But the boy gave him the wrong one by mistake. f'This isn't mine VJ shouted Paul, indignantly, I wear LUCAS clothes in I donit know whether Cowan Ames is as high life as that or not, but he is making a great stab to be voted the best dressed man in the class. One day he stopped at the comer of Broadway and Twenty-third street-to blow himself, I suppose 3 anyway he was leaning up against the wind-corner rubbering at the girls. A policeman watched him for a While, and then in- terfered. f'Look here, young feller, we ain't runnin' no comic opera chorus here, explained the gentlemanly oflicer of the law. You just move on l I will not I vouchsafed Jimmy, pugnaciously. f'My over- coat is a little wrinkled and I am leaning against the Hat-iron building to get it pressed. Regular Beau Brummel, is Jimmy-handsome, too! That reminds me of Frank Wright. if it if 3' if Skinner , puts up a better front than f'Kid Palmer, anyhow. The Kid'7 is about the worst looking proposition ever-the white man's burden, half devil and half child. One day last summer he was riding in a street car-third seat from the back. He pulled a little black pipe out of his pocket, nlled it with Green Turtle smoking and chewing tobacco and lit up. A lady, seated behind him, stood it for about one minute, then she leaned over and asked him to cut it out. The Kid obliged, but, with nothing to occupy his mind, began to think how his shoes hurt him. He had bought them second foot fget that? I said second fo0t. j at Spoit lVIoore's Cwhere Fred. Fairbanks had probably sold them-Fred. will sell his immoral soul to Sport Moore some dayj, and the shoes did not fit very well. Finally the Kid could stand it no longer, so he slipped the shoes oif and wrig- gled his toes joyously. Suddenly, the lady behind touched him on the shoulder. , Would you mind lighting your pipe again ? she said. I am afraid that story displeases Harry,' Decker. When Bill Singer got me elected to this thankless job, on condition 16