Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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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