Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Washingt0n's B irthday Ovation generation all right, all right. You know there is not much to Tom except his length. I think the farmer must have meant adders for Tom is one of our prize mathematicians, and can multiply very rapidly. I think Tom is one of the unluckiest men in college. The past three years and a half have been more or less of a lottery for him during which he has drawn many blanks. There are some things which are pretty hard to under- stand around this college, that is outside of the stunts the faculty perform. I have reference to a remark of which Walt. Clark is the author. He said the other day, I'rn tired of being Charlie Penrose's ideal, I wish he would get another one. just think of a man daring to say a thing like that. And it seems strange to me that Joe Vander- voort-I know joe was in one of his trances-should go up to the Registrar's office, as he did the other day, carrying a poker outfit with chips, cards, etc.,-but without much sense,-and asking if they would tell him how he came out in Biblical Literature. It is hard to understand why the faculty presented Mule Watlcins with a month, when he would much rather have had a copy of Three 'Weeksf' I wonder if it's true what I hear about George I-Iarrison's making his last will on the ire-escape the other night. I hear that Clayt Robbins bought a bag of makings yesterday. It doesn't seem possible, and, frankly, I can't believe it, but I'll warrant that Louis Cummings got wind of it in short order. If so, there's nothing left of it now. Louis Cum- mings gave an exhibition of cool nerve at a debutante's tea over in Brooklyn last Fall. Louis was invited to this coming out, I think it was, from four 'til seven, usual hours. Well, Louis the day before called up this young lady and asked if he might come a little late, and wear evening clothes. She said Yes , thinking I suppose that he was going to some dance later in the evening and wanted to get dressed then. It seems that this young lady had planned a dinner after the tea for a few of her special friends, and Louis naturally had not been invited. I-Ie had gotten wind of it, though, and was determined to try and ring in on it-hence the II

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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

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The N assau Herald evening clothes. About quarter of eight the next night fthe tea was all over at seven, you knowj the few who had remained for dinner were sitting around and Louis dropped in on them. Well, just ma'be they weren't glad to see him. It was about the biggest frost that could have been invented. Louis took off his hat and coat in the most matter of fact way. No one knew just what to do. Finally, one of the young ladies decided to take the situation, and Louis in hand. She asked him if he knew he hadn't been invited. I-Ie said Yes,,' very cooly. She asked him what he expected to do. Why, stay right heref' said Louis. She didn't stop to argue with him any more but grabbed him by the coat collar,-she must have been some buxom child of nature-and hustled him out. Louis had been thrown down many times by girls but this is the first time he had been thrown out. I-Ie felt very much put out over this affair, and has absolutely refused to go inside the house since then. Corky Nichols is a funny man. I met him up at the Imperial the day of the Carlisle game, last Fall, and hap- pened to ask him how he was feeling. O, fine, said Corky, if I felt any better, I'd have to go to bed. Nick had a wonderful experience after the club dance last Spring. I-Ie was walking up McCosh Walk about 3 A. M. mad as a hornet. I think he must have been in wrong at the dance and received a large-sized lemon from some heartless maiden. Corky sure had his Irish up and he proceeded to take it out at once on a woodpecker, a sad bird as he called it, that he discovered in a tree on President Wilson's lawn. Well, such a fight as they had. The woodpecker started to pick at Nick and up the tree Nick went after him. You all know some of the choice words and phrases that Corky can let slide when he's a mind to, and how blue the air gets on such an occasion. Well, the air was not only blue that night, there were several large rainbows hovering around that tree. Presently the poor old woodpecker, thoroughly disgusted at the language Corky was handing out to him, I2