Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Washmgtonfs Birthday Ovation Hjacku had a bid to a high-noon wedding. When he sud- denly thought of it at 8 a. m. on the morning of the marital festivities, he remembered that he didn't have a frock coat. He rushed up to the first student he met and cried: Have to go-Wedding-Dear-Girl-Friend Mine. Got-a-frock-coat- you-can-lend-me ? Yes, jack, there's one up in the closet of my room. jack rushed up, but instead of getting a frock coat he got an overcoat with silk lapels-and in this he went to the wedding. Didn't have a good time? Why, he never knew the difference until the bride's mother said, Aren't you rather warm in that overcoat, Mr. Farr ?,' Waring Dawbarn is one of the fastest men we have-that is in the way of dashes. He is a past master in the art of fuss- ing, but he makes a faux pas every now and then with the best of us. The other night, while making a call, the young lady said, HO, Mr. Dawbarn, won't you smoke ? Waring felt his pockets dubiously, and then, quite unconsciously dropping into the vernacular, said, Got the makins ? Walter G. Dunlop, more endearingly known as Doggie, hails from Washington, D. C. He runs down there once or twice a week just to keep his linger on the pulse of nations. He can tell you off hand just what the Queen of Sweden thinks of Al- exander of Bulgaria, and why the Duke of Marlborough wasn't invited to Edward VH's last tea. Entre nous, Walter thinks he would make an awfully good king himself. After the Tri- angle Club performance in Orange last year, Walter was in- vited to spend the night in New York. His host, on bidding him good night said, just leave your shoes outside the door. james will see that they are polished. The next morning Walter arose and looked outside the door-no shoes. He waited and waited and then-he waited. No shoes. Downstairs the host was waiting breakfast, upstairs Walter sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the shoes. At length james remembering the shoes, brought them up. What Wal- ter said to James has been expurgated. When Doggie,' at last appeared in the dining-room at II.3O, not wishing to cast I3

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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

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The Nassau H erald reflections upon his host's butler, he made no explanations. It was too bad he didn't, however, for the hostess thinks to this day that Walter had been sleeping off a little-er-hang- over, which is a pity, for as we all know, Doggie never in- dulges in anything stronger than pineapple sundaes. Pop Whaley arrived in town on September 12th. Some one seeing him on the campus said, Hello, Pop! what are you back for-conditions ? Pop took him all in commiseratingly from head to foot, then he said, Conditions? Hell! Pm here for football! The saying used to be If you see it in the Sun it's so. Since Art Samuels joined the Editorial Staff, however, the dictum has changed. It reads at present, lf you see it in the Sun it probably isn't so. Here is an excerpt from his contribution to that paper after the fire on Witherspoon Street. The contlagration which now threatened Patton Hall, the residence of the well-known com- poser, Mr. Arthur H. Samuels, aroused the collegiate spirit of the students. A bucket chain was started from Patton Hall to Loch Carnegie. Buckets were dipped in the water, filled and passed along the line with telling effect and-as a result of the heroic efforts of the students-this morning Patton Hall stands intact, but there is not a drop of water left in the lake. One night last year, while touring with the Triangle Club, Doc Smith was lost-he won't say how-in a Western town. He walked and walked and walked, but couldn't seem to get anywhere. At 3 a. m. he wandered into the back yard of a plumber shop. There were several tubs lying about. Doc climbed into one, pulled another over him and fell asleep. When the curious plumber cautiously lifted the top tub at 9 and let in the sunlight Doc waved a hand limply in the air and said simply, Go away, go away, I am a perfectly contented oyster and you are just horse-radish trying to annoy me V' Bill Zinsser was invited to dine at a very fashionable resi- dence he had never before visited. He had met Daughter, however, and wanted to make a strong impression on Father. When Bill's machine drew up before the house, a man in I4