Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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H Washington's Birthday Oration O fudge !', said the Boller -KI could do something real desperate. That awful person, Elliott fyou will pardon me, sir-I am quoting? Thank youj only gave me 98? in Wood- row's course V, Too bad, that! Why I suppose that it will bring the record of his whole college course down as low as 99.4411 pure! But it is peculiar what strange things sometimes happen around the campus. Now there is Brown Hall-wonderful place, Brown Hall! All the literary lights in college reside within its sacred precincts-save one. The exception? Why Arthur B. Reeve, of course, the talented author o-f that touching ditty entitled My Pipe, or How to Look Happy though Seasickf' No, but Brown Hall has the same kind of a hold on the literary talent of the University as The Daily Prmoetonicm has on the Monday Night Club. You guessed it, Brute Hodgman: a strangle hold. Well, as I started to say, in the spring, when the fires of countless keg parties burn as guiding beacons in Potterfs Woods, when Hank Reynolds and Normie Donald, Eddie'7 Loucks and Red Green may be seen stealing surreptitiously past the French Club- armed with tin cups and a strong thirst, ther-e congregate on the ixerrace, back of Brown Hall, various groups of intrepid swains holding sweet communion with such fair damsels as beautify the str-eets of Princeton of an evening and have lain among the potsi' by day. Sitting on the fire escape outside- my window one night last May, I could not but hear the following conversation, rising from below: Now, Mr. Tillinghast, do try to behave yourself! No, you must not! Donit do that-now you stop! O! please stop- you're hurting me-O! DON'T! Look here, woman, broke in Tiddle's raucous voice, if you donit shut up I will stop I There was a long, long silence. rs No one ever found any such silence in the vicinity of Al. Schultz. The other day some girl told me a frightful tale of suE-ering and torture. Do you know, she said, I think you college men can be real cruel! Mr. Jess told me that Mr. Dana and Mr. Robinson and Mr. Stratton and some other great, big brutes locked little 20