Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Philadelphia, you know, and he wished to go to New York in order that he might compare the two cities. Imagine it! So, the old scout, sometimes known as George Cochran, said that he ,would arrange it and undertook to chaperon Cap Whitney, Ed. Ill, and J ack. Arriving in the big burg, their footsteps just naturally turned towards the tenderloin, and they wandered guilelessly into the Undergraduates Club? It was ladies' night and many a fair one graced the occasion with her presence. Our brave quartet, stunned at first by the brilliant beauty around them, soon got on the job D and entered into the merry whirl with enthusiasm. The chaperon anxiously watching his party heard a scream in an opposite corner, followed by a great com- motion. I-Iastening to the scene of conflict he beheld Jack Vauclain, one time student and earnest worker, backed into a corner, with his hands before his face, shouting to a red-checked damsel, Don't you dare osculate me, don't you dare! ' Ducky Swan, Jack Nash, the ever-thirsty, and Lat Good- rich also took a trip to New York. After sampling various con- coctions in several assorted gargling parlors, the merry trio pro- ceeded hotelward. Jack and Lat melodiously warned Duck to Take his feet out the mud and stick 'em in the sand U and succeeded in conveying him to his room. Then disrobing him, they attired him in a most becoming suit of mucilage and feathers. After they had turned on all the lights and closed every window, they left 'f Duck '5 to his dreams. When he awoke in the cold, gray dawn, he gazed dazedly about him and murmured piteously: 5' In hell and a bird. Something simi- lar to the time that Ed. Palmer came across the campus and seeing a poster announcing that the Rev. Dr. Smith would speak on Hell, What is it, and why is it? sang as he wended his uncertain way towards Witherspoon, Tell mother, I'll be theref' I promised Lou Froelick that I wouldnit tell many booze stories, but just one more. Dick Keith, the graceful one, partook of one of All Potter's famous punches. Emerging into the cold winter night, Dick sank gently into a snow drift and before Morpheus claimed him, murmured, 4' Who made this nice soft bed for me to lie in? Al Potter, who besides being a famous punch mixer, is the father of Princeton soccer, is a well-known collector of China ' 11

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Wa:bz'ngfon': Birtlffday Oration on the Rue de Broad, and asking permission to accompany her home, obtained it. Hoag thought that she was the sweetest ever, and visions of future bidsto teas, dances, and all kinds of jolly parties seethed through his enchanted mind. Imagine his dismay and consternation, however, when, upon reaching her home, a frowsy head appeared at the window and a shrill voice said: 'C May, are you drunk again? Let that young fool go home. and come inf, ' No later than last Saturday night, Ame's room-mate, Brownie Gibson, came up to me and throwing his arms lovingly about, said, in a tender K mixed-ale voice fHinman Bird will tell you what that isj, Tell any, any story you wish, about me, but leave, out MacGiifert. His people are going to be down here, so please don't ruin his reputation. Just think of a fellow who has kept his reputation until Senior year and then tries to do in one year what most fellows take four years to do. Mac has never posed as a bouncer. But once a telegram summoned him home, and when Mac arrived, he was met by a tearful and pleading family, who entreated him tolplease throw the cook out. Frank Kennedy, the laziest man in the class, is very partial to cooks. Let me tell you about it. N Brownie Gibson, after his famous one night in a bar-room, was seized with a severe at- tack of remorse and hastened to a doctor. Ken accompanied him in a true fraternal spirit. When they arrived at the doc- tor's, Frank said that he wouldn't go in. Gibson asked the reason and alien replied, that he had met the 'K maid W at a dance and it might prove embarrassing if she should see him. So Gib rang the bell. After waiting a few moments, lo and be- hold, an ebony-hued daughter of the sunny South opened the door. 4' Gibby looked around at Ken,', but he had fled the scene. 1 Did anyone ever hear of Charley Presbrey as an expert chaf- feur? While in Poughkeepsie, last spring, Charley showed his skill to some Vassar friends at 11 p. m., and in the excitement of reaching the college before midnight demolished a garden and killed two pet dogs. A warrant was issued by the town authori- ties, but Charley soothed their wrath by coughing up 375. But I have not mentioned Jack Vauclain yet, have I? He is really too important a person to leave out. Jack lives in 10

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WaJbz'ngton,: Birthday Oration ware. One night after attending a thirst-slaking party at the Inn, Al. wandered into a local restaurant. Sitting down at a table, he absentmindedly took up one of the delicate out-glass sugar bowls. It soon disappeared, and shortly afterwards an- other one followed. Next day a bill for 37.50 awaited Albert at his room. Now, everyone asks, what Albert did with the sugar bowls? Perhaps he will tell you, I cannot. The next exhibit is J. McAlpin Pyle. Mac, who is climbing the rounds of New York's social ladder, by some rnischance failed to receive an invitation to the University cotillion. Mac went anyhow, and sliding sideways through the door, so that he wouldn't be noticed, succeeded in getting in. He was received with open arms by the committee and assigned to the cloak room to check hats and coats. In Freshman year Mac Wrote burning epistles to one of Princetonfs belles. These letters appeared reg- ularly in our village sheet, much to Mac's chagrin. Everyone is very thoughtful of Mac. After his birthday party last fall, Pop. Eppley and Orson Munn were discovered carefully picking tacks from a bulletin board on Nassau Street with a comb. Mac found most of these pointed reminders in his boudoir and the man with the finest legs in the class had difficult walking. Bob Galt is a great walker, and a true humanitarian. Not only did he buy a canary in New York and carry it back to Princeton at 3 a. rn., but once he rose to the highest summit of human kindness. After a night in the metropolis, Bob was in a hurry to catch the ferry, so he summoned a cabby. The cabby scornfully said, Oh, go on-youire drunk. Bob was so pleased that he gave the man a nickle for his honesty. Just look at Bill 'P Atherton, the great unkissed, and you would never imagine that he was old enough to sell his vote. Last fall, upon the occasion of his twenty-first birthday, Bill ,' carelessly mixed a bottle of beer with a milk shake. Rushing into the sacred 'sanctum of the Big Chief, he wrote the fol- lowing editorial: The need of more interest in track athletics is pressing. It is time for the undergraduate body to sit up and take notice. Everyone who has the least ability should go out for the team. Out the warts off your feet and run like h-l. Hal Edwards did some good running from an irate parent in Elizabeth. But, don't blush Hal, I am not going to tell any more. 12