Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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The N asscm H erald had a narrow escape that day and has never ventured to don feminine garb again. And now in passing we must have a look at the Gold Dust Twins, Harry Kase and Ed. Case, the former never known to use Water externally, the latter never known to use it internally. just think what a rebate they would get from the Water Company each year if they only roomed together. Why don't you try to arrange it-Harry and Ed? And I must not fail to mention the bald-headed row in our class. just take a look at these fellows and see what a hard working class we are. There's Gus Studer. It's kind of tough luck to be both bald and fat, isn't it Gus? But Gus has only to blame his would-be love escapades for his loss of hair. Then there's Dud Guillaudeu, and How- ard Iones with scarcely a hair on his head, Bill March and Sammy Gallaher add their old bald pates to this crew, and there's Alex Leonard, one of the baldest of the bald. He has even less hair on his head than Chap Spencer had on his upper lip during the exams, and you all know what a sight that Was. Chap's attempt at raising a mustache was an utter failure-simply couldn't do it. Charlie Champlin is a sly little fox CI suppose I might as well kill you as scare you to death, Charliej. He is a good example of how very deceiving appearances are. A You wouldn't suppose to look at him, that Champ ever had a thing to do with girls, but there's where you're all fooled, for he fusses with the best of them, but carries most of his conquests on under cover of the night. You should have seen him one evening last Spring making love to some fair damsel down here on Nassau St. I think Miss Shockefeller was her name. It was a warm evening, but there was no reason for Charlie to get so tropical. So look twice, here- after, before you decide how much Champ thinks and knows about girls. Tom Clark was strolling across the fields down at Penn's Neck during one of his little vacations there. A farmer passed him, and turned around and had a good look at him, and was heard to remark, Waal, I see snakes in the next IO