Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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Wa:bington,r Birthday Oration Before releasing you to the joys of the mid-day meal, let me tell you of the Montclair trip of the Glee Club. At the tea in the afternoon, after Sam Fleming had posed as Princeton's mighty guard, one of the girls undertook to entertain Doug. Pierce. She asked him to havesome more refreshments, and Doug. replied, I think I shall, for Heaven only knows what I'll get for dinner to-nightf' The girl looked stunned, but re- covered suificiently to say, I beg your pardon, but you are stay- ing at our house, you know. In another part of the room, a girl engaged Harry Ambrose in conversation and asked if singing four years on the Glee Club didn't strain one's voice. Yes, it does, said Harry. Well, replied the maiden, you must have been singing for four years? To see Shave 'i Vanderbilt play basket-ball, you would never think that he is a social lion. However, Ashley Gerhard and he once made preparations to attend a tea. So they went to Orson Munn, the social dictator, whose chatty book on 4' How to be graceful in society, or why I succeeded is now in its third edi- tion, the first two editions having been bought by Gordon Mac- Donald and MacPyle, and asked him if green spats and a purple cravat were au fait J' with a frock coat. Settling that matter, they sallied forth and arrived at the chateau of entertainment in due time. The butler ushered them in and inquired their names. Ashley, thinking to have a little fun with the dignified servant, because he reminded him of Venable ushering at last nightis concert, said J. P. Morgan. The butler looked re- proachful, but turned to Shave. I'm Vanderbilt, said he. The butler fainted. Almost as bad as Freddy Letts at a dinner at which he was placed between his hostess and a charming girl. Freddy ignored the hostess and started in to make a hit with the charmer. , But he did not notice the servant who was trying to serve the potatoes. Turning suddenly with a graceful sweep of his arm, he knocked two large spuds into the lap of the hostess. He realized the situation and clasping his hands in a beseeching manner, said, Good God, I didn't mean to do that. Say Vip, Vip Voorhees, I mean, did you ever see this news- paper clipping? It is taken from the New Brunswick Sunday Spitter and appears in the column headed, Snappy Scandal for the Seriousf' It reads as follows: Our well-known townsman, 14 '