Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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V The N assau Herald . Parson, out in Oregon and we found this to be no other than our Clinton Green. It seems that he had received an offer from some unsuspecting and out of the way burgh out in Oregon, and had condescended to go out there and preach the gospel for a while. But where does the Athletic come in. It didn't seem possible that he had inveigled them into believing that he was an athlete. O, No, it seems that Clint made use of many gesticulations, and put in a hard day's work while he was delivering a sermon on a Sunday morning. This quite explains the Athletic Parson' and the rumor that was circulated around that Clint was out in Oregon working to beat hell. Cort Smith and Dusty Miller had quite an experience down here in Brown one night with one of them there preceptor guys. Having equipped themselves up on Nassau St., well, for mountain climbing, they crossed the campus and prepared to scale the rear end of Brown Hall, and to disturb the peaceful slumbers of Billy Gill and Tim Pfeiffer. They mounted the fire escape and started up, Cort hrst and Dusty following. After they had mounted some sixteen stories as Dusty thought, Cort thought he would duck in the window and give the boys the glad hand. For some reason Dusty preferred to remain out in the fresh air,-it was a fine large evening, and there was a beautiful View from where he was, 8zc., Sze., Sze.,-at any rate fresh air was the word. From the noises that the room soon gave forth it was very evident that Cort was most decidedly in wrong. In short, he had gotten in the wrong room. It was a preceptoris room he had landed in and not Billy Gil1's. It seems that Cort had stood on the wash stand and jumped right on the poor man's face. The very idea. They had then closed in on one another and had an exciting heart to heart talk. The preceptor finally permitted Cort to leave, having apologized to him for getting in the way of his feet. Next day Cort thought it up to him to slip this aforesaid preceptor some sort of an apology. So that afternoon he went up and told him how sorry he was and that he would never do it again and that it was all a mistake, 8zc., Sze. 8

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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

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P17 asliingtowfs Birthday Omtion Well, it seems that the preceptor had not recognized in the dark this preceptee of his, but now that he knew who it was, he prepared to eat him alive. Cort lost all desire at once for remaining in Princeton, and he has lived in such constant fear of this man that he has stayed away from Princeton until just week before last in order to give this awful event a chance to blow over. One morning in Philadelphia Dutch Maury and several other students were sitting around the room recovering from the effects of a big night. Dutch was still asleep. A little mouse ran across the Hoor. A few minutes after that Dutch sat up in bed with a start and said Gee whiz, Com- rades, did you see that? The other fellows drawled out Ye-es. Thank God, said Dutch, and fell back, dead to the world. One night up in New York when Dutch was feeling pretty fine, he made a bet with one of his contempo- raries that he could consume one hundred oysters at a sit- ting- To have and to hold. CDutch has a weakness for oystersj. Well he lost the bet that time for he got away with seventy, and then gave it up,-I mean the attempt to eat a hundred. There were a few incidents connected with the Senior peerade last Pall that were indelibly impressed on our mem- ories and on the steps of Whig Hall, thanks to the gener- osity of Harry Grub-worm Kase with his internal decora- tions. And none of us, Pm sure will' ever forget how fetching George Smith looked on that day. You remember he appeared as a perfect lady on that occasion and a perfect lady he remained throughout the entire fray, impossible as it may seem, for George surely did look most attractive and quite the finest looking thing in skirts that had been in Princeton in many a day. He just had the straight front down cold. There was simply nothing to it. I mean there was a great deal to it. And all George would say that day was 'Fellers,' I don't want any money, all I want is a good time. Wlietlier he had a good time I don't know,- but I doubt it very much for T noticed he was with George Harrison most of the afternoon. VVell, George CSmithj 9