Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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fAt this point a messenger boy handed a telegram to Mr. Hibbenj, Ah! something for Otto Hack, I see. He is too far away, I expect I had better read it aloud. Ottois life is so- far beyond reproach that he could not object. Heavens! can I believe my eyes? - LAUREL IN THE PINES, LAKEWOOD, N. J., February 2261, 1903. Otto Hack, No. 6' West Brown, Princeton, New Jersey: Hope you missed your train. Miss you awfully. Good luck. EM. AND M11.LY. I wonder what that can mean? O! yes! I remember Jim Eddy telling me some scandal about Otto. It seems that Otto went to a concert at Lakewood the other evening. After the concert he received a daintily scented note requesting his pres- ence in the Ladies' Cafe. He Went. This is the result. They Were very kind to him-f'Em.9' and Milly,'-but Otto is an engaged man and it looks bad, I can only Wonder what would have happened if Otto had missed his train. Otto asked me, beseeched me, last night, to say nothing of this incident. For,'7 he explained, one of the ladies is closely connected with Mrs. George Gould, and I would hate to have my name get into Town Topics. He need not be ashamed, it was not his fault. How can he help being so attractive? The story about Billy Mixsell reminds me of one on Ran- dall. The other eveningfafter the concert of the Musurgia, Randall took the Club up to the grill room, but when he got them there, he found that he had no money. He spied Ike Hustead. Ike is easy, he said to himself and braced the unsuspecting victim of this hold-up, forthwith. Lend me a quarter, Ike, he said, I Want to set up the Musurgiaf' Modest desire! Almost as modest as 'Tolerj' Ho-vvell's. Poler', rushed around to the ohices the other day to get his marks. I met him coming out, his face as long as one of Harold Nevins' hot-air spiels. What?s the matter, 'Poler ?' N I asked, sympathetically. 19