Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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That story on Pop Seeley though ought to be told fully, so here goes. Pop M holds the long time fussingn record. For twelve long years has he known a girl and he still addresses her respectfully as Miss It was Pop who invited a girl down to the Junior Prom. and gave her just the finest time pos- sible. When she returned home a friend asked her how she enjoyed her Princeton visit. Whereupon the maiden answered: I would have had a dandy time if only Paul Seeley had not been around so much. Better luck next time, Pop. Now comes the strangest tale of all. f',Lou Froelick, the Mr. Froelick of Trenton renown, once found time to go on a Glee Club trip. At the dance Lou de- scended to the smoking room and there amidst the clouds of his cubeb, the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Princetonian, Secretary of the Senior Class, Chairman of the Monday Night Club and the Inter-Club Treaty Committee, member of the Glee and Tri- angle organizations, and President of the Anti-Fussing League, thought out weighty problems and devised means whereby the minds of the undergraduate body might be strengthened and their footsteps turned into the paths of righteousness. Sud- denly Lou thought that it might be courteous to dance with his hostess. So hastily jotting down, upon his cud, an outline of an editorial upon the pressing need of tailors at Princeton, he made his way to the ball-room. Finding his hostess, he asked for a dance, and being told that she had none open until the fourth two-step, Lou replied, Oh, thatis all right, Pm in no hurry. Bobby Barr is another student who is prone to faux pas. Bobby went automobiling with Pete Tooker .and Chaudeur Mar- quis. The auto N broke down upon reaching New Brunswick. You can hardly blame it, can you? - No offense to your home town, Vip. So the party boarded a crowded train. Bobby, loaded down with overcoats and suit-cases, succeeded in finding what he thought an empty seat, and depositing his burdens, sat down. A little boy, about Bud Johnson's size, who shared the seat, suddenly commenced to pummel Bob vigorously in the ribs. Bob bore ift in silence, when a succession of shrill shrieks burst on the air to the great amusement of the passengers. Hastily jumping up, Bob discovered that he had been sitting on a sleep- ing baby. . ' 13