Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Washingtovfs Birthday Oration etc., etc., etc., with never a thought of Gamble, up from the front yard floats the voice of Brindle Beauty: R-R-Ralph, R-R-Ralph, R-R-Ralph. I have a good story on one of the Dodge twins, but I can't tell it because I don't know which one it's on. You see, coming in fresh-sophomore, I've only had three years to discover the difference between them. I believe the record time for this discovery is four years, tive days. Ferdie Mayer is one of the most dapper dressers we have. He comes about as near being the glass of fashion and the mould of form as anyone amongst us. In freshman year '-'Ferdie used to have his washing done by a private individual yclept Mrs. Iimpson. One Thursday Mrs. Iimpson brought Ferdie's wash and methodical Ferdie immediately went over it, checking off the pieces. Mrs. Iiinpson hadn't left the house before Ferdie discovered something missing. ' Oh, Mrs. Iimpson, Mrs. Iimpson, there's two pairs of my silk socks missing. Everything you sent came back! called Mrs. Iimpson. You know you never did have such a hell of a lot of silk socks, Mr. Mayer! Have you ever heard of Nat Ewing? Have you ever heard of-the Hunt Club? Well, when you hear of one you hear of the other. Nat divides all his time into two parts-he is always either hunting debates or debating hunts. On re- turning from his last hunt with the Dashaway Country Club, when asked to tell us all about it Nat averred that the only hunter he had seen all day was a picture of one on a bottle. Under the picture of the Hunter was written the word Rye, and-well, that day's hunt was done. A rather interesting anecdote is told of Herb Morrow. While playing pool one evening some one said, Spot the six- teen ball, Herb 1 Herb walked all around the table, picked up every ball and then said, Where is the sixteen ball F I told this story to Dick Hartshorne, and he said, Well, where was the sixteen ball, in one of the pockets ? 7

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The N assau H erald at the station, show her the campus, tell her which was really Whig and which was really Clio, and give her a ticket for the 'Gym. Meet. Now what do you think of that? Bill Leeper Went to Trenton one evening-he really did- and in that town ran across Doc Boice, Kid Fox, Doc Huddleson, Dutch,' Knauer, and several others holding an '09 reunion. 'fDoc invited everyone to step up and have a little something. Some of the students took beer, some Scotch. At last it came to Bill. Well, Bill, What's it to be PM Ale Ale PM Yes, ale. But what kind PU Ginger Ralph Gamble had heard the old saying, Love me, love my dog. On October 19th he decided that it was about time he had begun to love the dog. So he Wrote to her and said, Dear Miss So-and-so, will you loan me your dog. I Want to learn to love it dearly. Miss So-and-so wrote back, Dear Mr. Gamble, I am sending you Brindle Beauty on the 6.15 train. Take good care of him and don? let him get his feet Wet. So Brindle Beauty arrived. Ralph tried to pretend to the student world that it was his dog. But of course no one believed him. It was a good dog and must have cost at least 3 5 cents. He took it to his room and the smoke almost killed it. He took it to Senior lectures and bored it to death, and then When he took it to his club he was forced to feed it in the cellar and the only food he could think of suitable for a dog Was Shredded Wheat Biscuit. Ralph was burnt IO cents for these. He soon decided that love was entirely too expensive a passion, so one morning bright and early back goes Brindle Beauty to Miss So-and-so. But Ralph was clever. He had taught that dog tricks! So that now when Miss So-and-so looks out the Window at the stars over the clustering roofs of Port Deposit and wonders if Tommy What's-his-name is going to take her to the next prom., 6

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The N assaa H erald For the benefit of those present who do not play pool I will add that in the game of pool only fifteen balls are used. lt is a very simple game. You take a stick and poke the balls into the pockets-however, this is not exposition, it is an expose. Bill Meese had a big trip to Cornell last year. He went up on Friday night so that he'd be sure to be there for the football game on Saturday. On Saturday morning he called on a girl and became so engrossed in a discussion of co-educa- tion that it was not until 5 p. m. that Bill guessed he'd be going to the game. After Bill had departed Mamma, who had heard the last remark, asked Daughter if she thought Mr. Meese ever indulged ? Mamma should have been with Bill that night at the Savage Club Smoker. Bill's order for drinks corresponded closely to the color scheme of the spectrum. Cn the way from the smoker he lost his dress suit case, got into the wrong fraternity house and had to return to New York next morning in evening clothes. En route, ap lady, seeing the gleaming bosom of the shirt front, said: Waiter, can you tell me where the dining car is located ? Bill rose to the occasion. Madam, the cars on this line never eat. This brings us-I hope you are following the logical se- quence-to those who are about to leave the ranks of Bache- lors to join the Order of Benedicts. It is interesting to notice how love does affect different people. Now, you can always tell just where the object of jack Surbrug's affection is loca- ted by his eyes. If he comes along with them focused on a point fifty miles away, you know the lady is in New York, if they're focused on the horizon you know it's Palm Beach, while if there is a wrinkle between the eyes, you know he hasn't had a letter in two days. But when Aubrey Bunting doesn't get his daily letter he just can't eat, while on the other hand if such fate befall Har- old Medina, he takes double portions of everything. I almost forgot. This summer Harold and Miss 1 used to sit up on the deck of I-Iaroldls launch while Harold's small 8