Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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Woshingz'01i's Birthday Omtion Hew away and Corky meandered home, feeling much relieved for having gotten so much out of his system. Ladies, I still say ladies merely, for I notice a couple of them back there taking advantage of their Leap Year privi- lege. O, rubber! Well, ladies, do you know we have a real live Singer building in this college. This is no other than I. Rumble Wood, the third edition of Innocence Abroad. I-Ie sings and sings beautifully too. There he sits over there. Isn't he cute? Book Warner is a man without much affection for the colored people. In fact, he has no use at all for the niggers. Book comes from Baltimore, and before he entered Prince- ton he was thinking of preparing at some Northern school. I-Ie wrote up to the principal of Mercersburg, I think it was, stating that he was thinking of entering there, preparatory to Princeton. But he must irst know whether or not they admitted colored scholars COf course, if they did, Book would never go near the place, though he did not mention this fact in his letterj. The principal of Mercersburg wrote back to this effect. It has not been our custom, hereto- fore, to admit colored men, but after thinking the matter over we have decided to make an exception in your case. Well, you can imagine Book's feelings when he read this. It was all they could do to restrain him from going up to Mercersburg and committing murder. Speaking of affection, I think Dick Cowan and I-Iac Barler are two of the most affectionate students that ever lived. You should have seen them crossing the campus on their way home from the big party down in the I-Iollow last Spring. They walked along with their arms around each other, and every few minutes they would stop, and embrace each other. First one would exclaim, and then the other, O, Ki-d, aren't we just looney. Marshall Bruce is in rather a bad way. I-Ie has gotten so thin that it is almost impossible for him to take a bath on account of getting between the sprays of the shower and refusing to get wet. Penn Harvey is a very much worried boy. He has been T3