Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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that I wouldnit mention him, Harry Decker rushed up to congratulate me. I hope you will keep the speech free from smut and booze, he said, trusting, I suppose, that if I made a clean speech, I would have to leave him out. Honi soit qui mal y pense- Ha.rry, if Ben Messler won't translate it for you, I will 5 that means a guilty conscience needeth no accuser? Le Ross' conscience is working overtime then. DibbyJ' Baird introduced him to -some girl here in town the other day Qitis wonderful how Dib'by gets acquainted with these Princeton girls lj, but Jim Eddy heard of it and rushed around to the girl at once. I am surprised at Bairdj, he said. f'Why Ross is not a tit person to introduce to a lady V' V Perhaps Jim Eddy knew about the stew Rummy got him- self into two years ago-though Jim is never hampered by devotion to fact. Ross sat around the Hof Brau Hauss all one morning, drinking flower pots of Pilsner, then made up his mind to go call on a girl. When he broke away from the lady he had asked her to elope with him and promised to call with a rope ladder and a sea-going hack QN OT Otto-Otto isn't sea-goingj that very evening. He had to get f'Snick Sullenberger to ring her up on the telephone and explain that RummyD was suffer- ing from aphasia, delirium tremens and nervous prostration, and couldn't come after all. AjaX,' Speer could have done that all right-he's a winner with the calico. Used to call on a girl in Allegheny every even- ing and stay so long that he would be late for breakfast in the morning. His people would not stand for it, so KA. Smeeru took an ala.rm clock in his overcoat pocket to apprise him of the hour for departure. He forgot about it during the torrid intercourse he held with his lady-love and the clock went oft at eleven, Of course, s-aid the girl, if Iam so stupid that you have to bring an alarm clock with you to keep awake, you need not call again. h A No more sassiety for Ajax -nor for Temp.', either, I fear. You have heard of Tempus introduction into Chicagojs nine hundred? No? Well, Si Adams was giving a high-faluting 17

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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

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N Washington's Birthday Oration party and had hired one of those dentist's barkers, clad in gold buttons and a green raglan to announce the guests. When Temp.'7 appeared, the black boy grabbed him by the neck and demanded his name. 'iTemp. owned up and the African giant turned to the waiting crowd. A t Mistah Pimpletonlv he shoglted. T If it had been Garretson, there might have been some reason in the name. What's in a name, anyhow? Look at Billy'7 MiXsell-Ray- mond Boileau Mixsell, whose name, as one of the members of the faculty pointed out to a sceptical class-and justly sceptical, I believe-whose name indicates that his family were lformerly water drinkers. The family has gotten bravely over it, at least as far as Billy is concerned 3 he hates the nasty stuif-but more on account o-f the cost of it than anything else. He hates to part with a dime worse than Willy7' Pitcairn. The other day he cooked up a very Napoleonic scheme by which he could get all he wanted to drink for nothing. He worked it this way: you buy a jug of cider for iifty cents and when you return the jug they give you a quarter rebate. That makes the cider cost twenty-five cents. Now then, buy a quarter's worth of cider with the rebate and every time you take the jug back, the rebate will just pay' to have it fllled. He will be a millionaire some day! He always gets street-car transfers whether he wants them or not, so that in case he should be at that place again at the same time of the same day of any other month, he can use the transfer and save a nickel. He extracts the ink from my inkw-ell and fills his own and then locks it in his desk with a combin-ation lock. He insists that all his girl correspondents shall write only on one side of the paper, when he answers them he uses the other side. H-e has one of my neckties on now and that hat used to belong to ShadJ' Talley till Billy took a fancy to it. He pinched a suit of pink silk underwear belong- ing to me, and, with the aid of a block and tackle, actually buttoned them on him, but he cannot get them off to save him without cutting th-em-and he won't do' that, it's too- wasteful. That was three weeks ago, he has the suit on yet, but he doesn't mind. 18