Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The N assaa H erald Princeton in almost constant fluctuation for several years. In this he has been well supported by Howard Taylor, sur- named '4Fish, and Chap Spencer, two well known crooks and bridge whist and poker entrepreneurs. Among this crew I would mention by all means, lest he be slighted, Ralph Haley who plays Bridge one night and poker the next and between the two he makes a living. To return to the Macabee, Ernest is also a decided fusser, and the girls will prove his downfall yet. In short he is wild about girls and has been growing wilder every year. For some time he has been collecting various kinds of talcum powder and perfumes. I-Ie is a trifle sensitive on this point but nevertheless an authority on all such matters. So now almost before he meets a fair damsel, with a few whiffs of the air he can tell just what perfume she is using. So if you see Ernest walking along at any time with his nose in the air, don't think for a minute that he is stuck up or proud: O, no, he is merely scenting the air and endeavoring to addto his knowledge of perfumery. I must tell a rather embarassing incident that he lived through, a decided faux ,bas to be sure, but one which he was not at all to blame for. It seems that Ernest was up at the St. Nicholas Rink skating with a couple of very nice ladies one afternoon, and accepted an invitation home to dinner with them. Of course-who wouldn't? In the course of the evening as he was about to take his departure he started to look for his skates and was feeling under the lounge for them. I-Ie couldn't seem to locate them, and one of the young ladies said Can't you find them ?,' All the time he was feeling around under the lounge, and said No, I've got hold of a leg. Why, a leg of the couch of course, but for some reason Ernest-seemed to be in wrong, and with a hasty good-night, left on the run. VVhen I-Iam Donovan came into these parts he was told that he would have to give up wine, women and song. Well, he's fooled them all for he never gave up anything but the song, and is still with the ship with bells on. So I-Iam did not play in half as hard luck as Emil Joy, who had to give 6

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Washingtoniv Birthday Oration up football in Freshman year. He is a modest sort of chap, but nevertheless will be flattered, no doubt, at my making this public announcement that he would now be playing on the Varsity in Football or Soccer, if he had not had his chances cut out three years ago. From that date Emil has had a complete set of works without an appendix. When Clint Green was a freshman at this University, he had wonderful and very far fetched aspirations in the Baseball line. One morning as he was walking across the campus en route from chapel, he came up to Dummy Wells with his gushing manner, and all flags flying and said, Hello, Dummy, how about a good pitcher this Spring ? Capt. Wells was very gentle with this poor little Freshman, and allowed him to return to his room without having broken any bones. Clint, however, did not deign to show his face on the diamond that Spring for after this incident he had a very much more correct idea of his abilities. But having outlived the effects of this lesson, he decided that he would not be baffled by any temporary set-back of this kind and the next Spring, realizing that he was now a big Sophomore, he determined to make another offer of his services, and show to the baseball world just who Clint Green was. So he came up to Sammy Reid one day in just the same way he had approached Wells the year before, except that he thought himself a bigger man than then-if that situation were at all possible. Well, he walked up to Sammy and slapped him on the back and said, How about a good second base-man this year? QClint, being an all- around man, thought he would try second base this time for a hunch.j Well, Sam slapped him on the back too, but a little lower and with his foot. Clint was off on the run and never stopped to ask any questions. He probably would never have stopped this side of Penn's Neck if he hadn't run into the arms of a preceptor down here by Brown who hurried him up to his room and gave him a cup of tea to quiet his nerves, and bolster up his broken spirit. As a last resort Clint went out for the Chapel Choir, and by George! he made that. But word came last summer of an Athletic 7