Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Washingt01t's Birthday Omtion opera, but he knows all about the girl who sat next to him. You know the performance of Parsifal takes five hours, Rip says: I started to bicker with her right after the opening chorus. She dropped her opera glasses and I heard them drop, and so I picked them up and said, Are these your opera glasses, and she said, Yes That was right after the open- ing chorus, and as the opera lasts five hours, Rip had four hours and Hfty minutes to make good. And he did! I tell you it's very few of us who can compete with Wagner. While at the Northfield Conference with the Philadelphian Society this summer, Bill Ottinger went out on the river with another fellow in a sailboat. Quite suddenly the sky darkened, a squall came up, the waves dashed higher and higher, and the boat rocked fearfully. Bill, said the other fellow tragically, if this keeps up, she's going over. Neither of us can swim. Bill, in a few min- utes, both of us will be in Heaven. Bill, at the tiller, said, God forbid. Have you ever had tea at Freddie Stohlman's? Well, Fred- die gives the flossiest teas in college. It is raining steadily outside. It is four o'clock. VVe knock at the door of 64 Blair: Why, come in, wonlt you. Let me take your slicker . . . . Do step into the study. Fearfully wet outside, isn't it PU The study is done in neutral tints of green, and dec- orated with high art pictures. There is a very dim religious light furnished by an antique Roman lamp. I-Iow will you have your tea? Lemon or cream-Sh I-a little cognac P-two lumps ?-Will you light your cigarette at the lamp please-it is a custom we have here. At this point Harry Black is discovered through the gloom vigorously engaged in puffing on an unlighted cigarette. Fred- die sits down and says, Well, I-Iarry, have you been reading any 'Oscar Wilde' lately F Yes, F reddieg I have ust finished Lady Windimereis Fan. f'And how did you like it, I-Iarry P Well, I'll tell you Freddie. It was clever, scintillating, bril- liant, marvellously witty and perfectly ridiculous! II

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The Nassau H erald of forty-seven miles. And one day the Newark Sunday Call announced the marriage of the lady to the antique-and Love's young dream was shattered. Alas! Never rnind, Nor- man. just wait until you're fifty-eight. josh Brush has also had his little heart throbs. Every- thing was coming along nicely until last year, when the lady suddenly changed her mind and married the other man. Josh received a picture postal from her during the honey- moon. It read: Dear josh: Are having a fine time. Wish you were with us. It is an awful bore for Philip, to have to see that the bags are checked. W'e now approach Frank Keen, of the captivating blue eyes. Frank decided one day in December that he would like to go to New York-but it happened to be raining and he didnlt want to get wet. Suddenly an idea struck him. He went out into the hall and called over the banisters to the-he called to the-why, he called to the janitress. Ch, Kitty-I mean Mrs. Stevenson ?', Yiss, Mr. Keen. Have you got an umbrella you could loan me ? Yiss, sir. So Frank gave her three cents, took the umbrella, went to the city, and-lost it! But on his return to Princeton, having lost the umbrella, of course he couldn't return it-so he bought Mrs. Stevenson a pair of rubbers. Jack McDonald is a C.E. He doesn't get much chance for general culture of the brain in his curriculum so he tries to get some general knowledge by reading Current Events, the Literary Digest, the headlines of the New York Evening Journal, and questioning A.B. students. The other day he looked up from his Mechanics, and quite unexpectedly, said to his room-mate: Say, Squire, who's Pope now P Who's Pope? Why Pius X, of course. Well, who's this Pope Toledo I hear people talking about ? Rip Ropes heard the last rendition of Wagner's opera, Parsifal, in New York. Rip didn't learn much about the IO

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The N assaa H erald At this point you-but then it is really awfully good tea. Speaking of Freddie Stohlrnan reminds me of his room- mate, Al Little. Al was manager of the basketball team this winter. One night the team played a game in Baltimore. Al disappeared soon after. The team went to a hotel and went to bed. The fellows came down in the morning for breakfast. The clerk came up, and addressing Bill Meese- said, Breakfast? Breakfast P Why Mr. Little came in late last night and ordered breakfast for I o'clock. And the team was scheduled to take the 9.1 5!l! It took A1 three days to catch up. W. Randolph Sides, otherwise known as Randy, made an awful social blunder last summer. I-Ie was playing bridge on the veranda of the hotel with three girls. The cards had just been dealt. The dealing lady said, I pass. Randy's mind had been wandering back to the days of his sophomore year in University I-Iall. In a fit of abstraction he picked up his hand. The first thing he saw was three kings. I open for iive, ' said Randy. In a heart-to-heart talk not long ago Spencer Phraner was quoted as having said, You know, I really like sarsaparilla better than ginger ale, but when I am out with the fellows I always take ginger ale because it looks so much more like beer. Ernest Wyckoff is one of our rural representatives. I-Ie hails from Stroudsburg, Pa., and is proud of it. When Ernest first came to Princeton he went to the Nassau Inn for lunch. A waiter came up and handed him a bill of fare. Ernest said, What's this. The waiter said, A bill of faref' Ernest looked puzzled for a while. I-Ie looked at the back' of the paper, the front of the paper, the edges of the paper, then he put his hand in his pocket and asked resignedly, Well, how much is it ? I-Iere is a little narrative of Jack Farr. A great many of us don't know lack, but we hope to have the pleasure of' an introduction before june. You'd never believe to look at Jack to-day that this could have happened in Freshman. year, but it did. I2