Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The N assau H erald looking around for a job for next year but he has found it impossible to secure any employment, for all the firms are afraid of violating the Child Labor Law. I might mention in passing that Gib McClintock got up in a street car in Philadelphia the other day and gave his seat to two ladies. Spike McKaig and Bill Poster got a hunch to go to New York one Saturday night about I2 o'clock and left with several others, Ed. Miers among them, on a three minutes notice via Trenton, for the Big White Way. What do you know about that? Spike and Bill had to go to chapel the next morning fSundayj and so were forced to return to Princeton on an early train long before they were ready to. As they walked into chapel Bill handed St. Peter two theatre ticket stubs and asked him for a couple of programs. Well, of course, I don't know but this seems like a very peculiar performance to take place in chapel on Sunday morning. I reckon they thought they were about to see the Top o' th' World. I rather think they felt that way at least. But I guess we can excuse Spike and Bill on account of their being up so late, or rather, so early the night before. Guy Grandin has a wonderfully clever scheme of beating his way on the P. R. R. For instance, when he gets on a train he takes off his coat in a hurry and plants himself down in a seat and becomes absorbed at once in a big news- paper, to give the impression that he has been on the train for some time. Well, when the conductor comes through, Guy never looks up from his paper but just sings out mileage In this way he has been able to save many thousand miles. We appreciate Guy's getting the better of a monopoly such as the P. R. R. but we can not exactly commend such a scheme as his to accomplish this end. There is another money saving device that Guy has worked to advantage on several occasions. I-Ie was sitting around a table at the Waldorf with some other students one day. When it came to his turn to pay for the round, he rather reluctantly said, Well, what will you have fellows ? When the check came in he fingered it for a few minutes and then said, Do you know fellows, this is the easiest place in I4

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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

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Washington? Birthday Ovation New York to slip out of without paying. I'll show youf' And with that he threw a large sized tip of a nickel on the table, picked up his hat and coat and walked out past the unsuspecting cashier. I wish you all could have the benefit of hearing Charlie Luke sing Love me and the world is mine, some night about I2 o'clock. Regularly once a Week Charlie will stop at the head of the Walk going down to Patton and reel off all the verses of this song. If you are not awake you soon will beg and Charlie performs this stunt so regularly and seems to get so much satisfaction out of it, that I think it's what we might call a bar relief. Lawrence Thompson, W. C. T. U., Chapel Choir, and Whig I-Iall enthusiast, is a horribly inconsistent man. He has- been preaching against drinking in this town for more than three years, and the first thing he did at a tea the other day was to put his foot up on the rung of a table and blow the whipped cream off of the chocolate and all over the company. I guess all who were present at the Senior dance at the Inn last Fall will remember Dud Guillaudeu and Tren Marshal on that night. They came up from downstairs during supper and played charades with each other, much to the amusement ot the students present, but decidedly to the discomfiture of the ladies. But they were good, all right. In fact, Mr. Taylor, the manager, seemed to think they were so good that he locked them up in a room so that he could have them play for his own special benefit after the dance was over. That same night Tay Pyne led a cotillion down to Ren- wicks about I o'clock, and finding everything shut up, he gave orders to remove the iron grating and enter through the cellar. They then wandered through the kitchen and proceeded to scramble a few dozen eggs. Some one re- marked, Suppose these eggs are bad, remembering, no doubt, that they belonged to Renwick. O, says Tay, What the devil do we care, we are not going to poach them. O, 15