Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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CLASS DAY COMMITTEE

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The Nassau H erald Bob had a charmer up in Orange and they had been burning holes in the mail bags all of this last fall when an invitation to her dance sauntered into his mail box. Though not adept in the toe exercise he attended, and it chanced that after supper- which, by the way spelled one frayed lettuce sandwich for Bob, -he stood on the outer edge of a group of the 'attractive mem- bers of Orange's younger society set'. A rather good looking student came up to him with two plates and told him to go and get some ice cream. This threw Bob off some. Then he turned to his hostess and inquired who the bird was. Why , she said, don't you know him, he's a very popular Freshman down at Princeton. Paul Bair is the hero of our next anecdote. P,aul's father thought his son was learning more than the curriculum furnish- ed Freshman year, so he 'hastened down to save his boy from drink's engulfing wave'. I-Ie got there in the evening, took a cab to the house, and Paul's landlady met him at the door. Does Paul Bair live here he said. Yes , said the lady, bring him right in. We know how Washington would not accept a third term. In this we have his great self denial. The people wanted him to take it, the great man wanted it, but no he said, give it to john. It was a chance for him to become more famous No he said I share my fame with John. jim Waller has a way of sharing the plums that fall on his side of the fence. T. VVilkins told Jim that one of their preceptors had lately become a father and though it was T's joke and the state- ment was false, jim took it in with all the sanguine credulity of youth. I-Ie saw the preceptor on the street next day and approached. I-Io! Professor! he said with his most winning smile I understand you are to be congratulated. That so? that so, Mr. Waller ? Yes, we hear you are the proud father of a small childf, Indeed, indeed, who told you that ? Oh , said the generous and undaunted Jim, Wilkins told me. There's a little story about Fred Dawson, that I will tell you now. One frosty morning Daws made a long run from his club to chapel, trying to eat a roll on the way and lament- 16

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Waslzingt01'1i's B ivfthday Ovation ing the fact that he had missed his breakfast. Nose blue, ears red, goloshes unbuckled, he got there 'just in time to have St. Peter slam the door in his face. I'm going to tell you what he said, not what you expect. I-Ie sat down, looked wistfully around and growled Petered Out! One of Washington's most likeable gifts was his power of ready' retort. You probably heard of his dog Talleyrand? Well, one day he entered the executive office and discovered the dog had eaten up a constitutional amendment which he had carelessly left on his desk. Oh , he exclaimed, Talley- rand knew it was doggerel! Frank Brewer was the victim of a ready retort from his janitress. Iust before Christmas a spray of mistletoe fell into his hands and he hung it on the chandelier above the table in his room. The next morning Eva Tanguay Booth, his janitress, tapped on the door. Come in , said Brew. Good morning sir' she said. You've been sweeping dirt under that table all year, wish you'd clean it up. Oh, I'm always willing to clean your room up but, Mr. Brewer, you'll have to take down that mistletoe. Now just before dinner. First in war, first in a fight, and iirst in the hearts of his countrymen. Let us turn from the blaze of judge jones' present glory to the time before his genius caused the universe to pause in stupefaction. You can see the half amused smile with which he regards anyone who attempts to kid him. Well as this hero of our Race Riots was walking the streets of New York one day, making friends, a weazened and tattered little woman in front of him dropped her pocket book. Judge gallantly picked it up when she turned, grabbed it and screamed I caught you that time, you little villain. I think I have done pretty well by the father of our country even if I have shown that he is not entirely alone in his class, but I must confess that although George's truthful spirit presided at the forging of this Anvil Chorus jules Verne's and Baron lVIunchausen's were also present. Now if any of my friends want to see me, I regret to an- nounce that I'm leaving town for a considerable period but Ned 17