Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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WasIzi11,gto1i's Birthday Oration slipped them ashore. This was scarcely done when Bill Scott appeared in a third canoe also ballasted with a crafty maiden. It was now the lady's turn to show marked presence of mind and perspicacity and here is an excerpt from her conversation Now this is no time for formality, and, Qlooking at Melj you must climb into our canoe for you look awfully cold and some one has scratched your face. Hurry and climb right in, try hard, my brother can do it and he's only ten years old. We'll pass it to Mel though, for try he did, in an exhausted kind of way, when Bill suddenly caught on and took the embryonic life-saver further up stream. Among the noble qualities of Gen. VVashington none stands out with greater force than his self-sacrifice and generosity. He provisioned the army at times entirely from his own private resources. Many a cold night a sergeant from South Carolina would drag himself to the General's tent and receive the solace that his constitution needed. VVith such an object no doubt.Vermyle assembled his cohorts in Princetonls once famous gurgling parlor where this little tragedy of real life was enacted and some of our best boys lost character as fast as a pair of Gulick's water proof shoes on a wet day. Ver. Fellows, What'll yuh have ? Freddie Colver. Give me a mint smash. Ted Janeway. Ah, I'll have a milk punch. George Stewart. T want a raspberry phosphate with a claret chaserf' Count Taylor. Two King Williams.'l Ver. Waiterl Five beers. Now I have an inside tip, as it were, for Larry Lowe and Johnny Allison. johnny is the punctilious student who once wrote the creed instead of the pledge on an exam paper. Boys! You'll have to dress much more carefully for T. G. Lyte is going to get three collars out of the wash next week, and, he has ordered a complete john Drew uniform with a VVilliams Walker shirt. He expects to make a killing in the Saturday night P-rade on Nassau street. VVith clever thrust and subtle twist George bottled Duke 9

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The Nassau H erald gun is loaded. Don't shoot , the reply came back, the gun is loaded. I don't care, Dick, I've got to shoot. Since we are in sportive vein I recall a ca-noe trip conducted by Mel Spencer and Malcolm McDougal McDermott, the man with the open smile and the pump-handle hand shake. The day of the Syracuse baseball game Sophomore year these brave spirits crossed the canal and after some very subtle and smooth work by MeDermott they had Madam Eagle Eye cringing and crawling to such an extent that she loosened up on a canoe. They found the deepest waters of the Millstone and there turned over. Mel didn't know that Mac couldn't swim so he calmly looked on while Mac rose twice, sank twice, and put away about a gallon of the living water of the crystal stream. Gln Mac's third trip to a view of the Empyrean Mel grabbed him and was in turn clawed by the wild eyed McDermott. Mel realized that he was struggling with a frantic man and slyly remembered reading in the World's Almanac that a drowning man must be knocked un- conscious before he can be saved, so accordingly he popped Mac under the ear and then the sufferer thought he was trying to kill him. Mac redoubled his efforts to write Chinese script on Mel's face, and it was only by standing on the bottom that Mel was able to extricate himself from the mad man's clutch. At this juncture Shell Potter was sighted leisurely plying a cargo of Huff up the limpid waters of the placid stream and at once Shell was all action. You certainly used your head Shell! He deposited said fluff on the bank and steamed off full speed to the rescue looking his best, silk shirt, claret tie and hose-also silk-tan pumps, and the neatest of flannel trousers. Sinking his determined jaw against his Donaro-also new-he sped triumphantly forward when suddenly the waters rose up, met him, then closed noisily over him. Coming to the surface he gave the shivering Mac one look and yelled: Hell, Mac, look at my clothes. Now Mel's brain became active. He saw that he must swim around and get the paddles, coats, hats, etc., so in order not to injure his trousers he slid out of them under the water, and 8

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The Nassau H erald Cornwallis up in Yorktown and I have an analogous twist to tell you about the way Duke Davies was bottled up by his landlady Freshman year. There's a marked difference be- tween the two dukes however. Anyone who gets ahead of Davies has to leave a 4.30 call and start on the jump. Now this particular landlady charged her students ten cents per bath. One warm day in Spring Duke passed the bath room and chanced to look in. I-Ie then thought of himself in the glassy cool translucent depths of a tub of water, and forthwith he prepared the same. No sooner had he hit the porcelain than he heardthe congealing tones of his rent collector's voice-she was asking his name. Figuring that a dime saved is ten cents earned, sly Duke philosophically decided he could wait as long as she so he calmly lighted his pipe. Soon he was wafted to Elysium and slept soundly. On telling the story Duke said I had a wretched time cleaning my pipe, you knowf' While we are speaking of royalty I have an announcement to make. I am informed QAssociated Press please copyj that it is current gossip among the crowned heads of England and the Continent that the Lady Rose has cast over Lord Bertram and now favors Lou Barr. Pro Reed once spoke of a 'pristine personification of purple pinky pank'. I ask your indulgence if I try a few extracts from this school. Briefly it is the story of Geo. Washington, T. Wilkins, and a laurel wreath. Less than a year ago I visited the City of Washington. There I looked up into the dome of the magnincent capitol of a great and glorious nation and beheld the enduring work of a noble artist who painted there the apotheosis of Washington. You are all familiar with it. The father of our country wears a crown of laurel and is being received by the great men of all times, but it was not until lately that I learned the deep significance of the laurel crown. L. R. Kendrick, the man of steel springs, showed it to me by scattering forth one of his choicest editorial mono- logues, somewhat as follows :- he said, 'II entered the simple yet all inclusive apartments of T. Wilkins, the Wireless Won- der, the Chairman of the Senior Council, the President of the IO