Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The Nassau H erald Mr. Murray had lost his key and couldn't lock up, so the next time Peb was seen, he was found there by Matt Gault trying to spear gold fish in the tank with an oyster fork. Together they crashed out to the course and as the sun rose over the peaceful fields and quiet farm houses on that eventful day, our pilgrims saw a figure perched high in the crotch of a tree. It was Cob. Darling moaning softly to himself, Nobody loves a fat man . Cob told me a story on Bob Meigs, which is too good to miss entirely. The scene of this frisking little comedy is a hammock, rather late in the evening, beautiful moonlight, rippling water, and all that kind of Guff. In this hammock Bob and a girl had spent most of the evening when she suddenly whispered Bob, do you love me a little ?,' Bob looked at her in that way of his and said No, I don't love you so much, but I do think you're delicious. You notice the meek expression on Bub Baldwi'n's face. It is in honor of the day and in memory of the father of his country. Bub always lives in the shadow of greatness. It was Siegling's shadow that contented him all fall. Bub went out for foot ball and it was a poor day for him that he didn't get a chance to tackle the dummy at least once. A week before the Yale game however, he did an unusual and an unaccountable thing-he borrowed the makings and walked up the street smoking one of his justly famous Panetella rolls. I-Ie chanced to look up and to his horror saw Sieg coming down the walk, not twenty feet away. I-Ie quickly threw the cigarette away, went home, poured cold water on his head, and died several deaths. Yet Bub is ready to tell you how he failed to win his letter-and it's a good story with the ladies for they don't like a man too nice. . Now when I say that Washington fought the battle of Brandywine I hope no one will leave. Don't worry, this is just a gentle one on Dud Benton. Once upon a time Dud collected a condition and after two and a half noisy months in Fargo, N. D., his home town, he went around to the girl with the azure eyes and broke the sad sorrow that he must 6

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Washington's Birthday Uration RICHARD SABIN FILLIUS. R. CHAIRMAN LADIES FELLOW ,. 1 2 'L' fa T STUDENTS, AND DEAN ELLIOTT: I am not the man to injure a helpless I, custom. It has been the custom of my predecessors to state that this it not an 2 oration. They have pronounced it an invective, an exposure, even a vitupera- i tive torrent. Since it is the custom to - .- name it, let us call it an anvil chorus. Qgieim Still if we bear in mind the fact that to- day is VVashington's Birthday and this is, supposedly, a VVashington's Birthday Oration it seems to me that that august personage certainly deserves and merits some mention, and significant to state I find that the distinguished members of the illustrious class of IQIO have ever been emulating-though occasionally imitating -the deeds and actions of his Excellency Col. VVashington. For instance we know that Windy Hughes never told a lie. History tells us how the General moved on Trenton in the night and this brings us to Peb. Pennington. This unique event-I call it unique so you can live it down, Peb.-happened the night before the Vanderbilt Cup Race Sophomore year. Peb started out to put the Hessian camp on a slant and stick a rock, under it and he succeeded very well, but even as Washing- ton he left in a hurry. Peb was determined to see the Olds- mobile win a 32.00 bet he had made. He clirned peaceably on board the train, and, as far as jersey City, felt he was the man who owned the Penna. R. R. whether he looked it or not. On the ferry boat one of the sly fancies of his irresistably droll nature cropped out. He put on two life-preservers to save himself, if possible, from a watery grave. It seems that - 3

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Washington's Birthday Omtion leave for Princeton to tutor. This was his proposition: days of toil with small bunches of detestable food, grinding, grind- ing, night and day, nor time for work nor time for play Qbut ever with a thought for the absent onej, then to bed with dreams of her. She reluctantly O. K'd this program and Dud slid into town and into the arms of Dusty Rodes. Yes, Dusty was back early for though he is one of our best students in the words of Brother Lyman Abbott Veeder, he is an intellectual nit. They dropped in at the Nass to see if there was a reduction for wholesale orders and ever since it has been the wonder of the gentle Fargo maiden how so bright a boy as Dudley could have missed nailing that exam. Now Phil Watters wouldn't have missed it for Phil is our boy prodigy and incipient Lord Tennyson. Gne day Phil was embroidering an every day sonnet he saw in a newspaper when he chanced upon the following item. My dear Miss Fairfax :- You probably do not know who I am but I follow your Advice to the Lovelorn very closely. I have at hand an invitation to a week end from a young lady with whom I would like to become better acquainted. Now I have a pair of silk pajamas given me last Christmas. Tell me, would T make an impression if I should leave the pajamas behind and ask her to send them to me. Troubled, W. H. Flammerf' . Beatrice answered:- Get a pair of fur pajamas with slip- pers to match, Billy, you'll make more of a hit. We have read how Washington's army suffered at Valley Forge and the saddest part of it is that Fred Osborn and Dick Duane were destined to ornament this and not that day. These indomitable hunters could easily have supplied an army while their genius would have given them the power to run a Continental Congress at the same time. Thanksgiving vaca- tion they went hunting in Maine. Strangely enough Fred saw the first deer and called down to Dick I see a deer and Pm going to shoot . Don't shoot , the reply came back, the 7