Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Class Prophecy LEMUEL SKIDMORE, IR. R. PRESIDENT CLASSMATES AND FRIENDS: It was on a warm afternoon of April in the year 1931, that a group of tourists stood on the piazza of the hotel at Chornonix, Switzerland, and watched a traveler daintily leaping from jag to jag up the almost per- pendicular side of the famous Mont Blanc. Suddenly one of the ladies of the party 5 J ,AZH screamed and swooned carefully into the outstretched arms of the athletic form be- side her. It belonged-the form, not the girl-to no other than Logan Cunningham, once the pride of the Princeton diamond, and now engaged in a tour of the continent with the champion Washington Club. Hastily tossing aside the unconscious girl, who described a beautiful outdrop into the every-ready arms of Beauty Woodle, who stood near, Cunny searched the mountain with his eyes, but the traveller had disappeared. Huh , snorted Cunny , I guess that's the last time that Guy will try to get away with any of that Upidee-Excelsior stuff . And he non- chalantly dropped a fifth lump of sugar into his tea-cup. This piazza incident I learned later. I did not know it at the time, for I was the traveller. After twenty years of un- successful business ventures and successful reunions, I had at last succeeded in getting a job placarding the Alps with bills advertising Old Doctor Arnold's medicine, Sure Cure for Croup, Measles, Pneumonia, Leprosy, and Pinkeyeg Satis- faction Guaranteed or We'll Stick you with something else. On each bill was a picture of Doc Arnold in characteristic pose, selling a freshman three calendars, a subscription to the Literary Digest and a Clio Hall banner. I had been wading laboriously through the snow CI hope I4 '

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P7'6Sid671f,S Address with whom we come into contact may be rnade brighter and better for our having lived. Let us always be a help and never a hindrance, also let us remember particularly that the whole of life is nothing more than a time of preparation and that we must always be ready for whatever may be in store for us. VVe have the example of many illustrious Princeton men who have gone before us, and let us not fall short of the mark which they have made, but rather, better that mark, for only by so doing are we improving civilization. Now that our time is becoming very limited, what is it that makes Princeton seem so dear to us? What is it that seems of the greatest value touus here at present? The friendships which We have made here. They will always be of the greatest value to us, and it is of them that we will think when we recall the years spent at this University. The fact that we have all been friends has made our class always stand as a unit, and it is this that will bring us from all parts of the world to our reunions wherever and whenever they are held. We have shared one another's hopes and one another's joys and sorrows. From the lights in Freshman year to the exam- inations which are just over, we have all worked together for a common cause and now we all have a feeling of satisfaction and gladness for having finished our task. But together with this feeling is one of sorrow when we realize that all those who were our comrades at our first gathering are not with us to-day. An all-wise Providence has seen fit to call four of our classmates Home to Himself. Two as Freshmeng one as a Sophomoreg and one as a Senior. When the class wreath is broken, let each one of us take a Hower in memory of these men who have gone on before us, and offer up a prayer that the recollection of their manliness may always be- a help to us in our time of need. And now the time comes when we must part. Some of us may never return, and others only occasionally, but with each man go the best wishes of every other member of the class. So 'let each of us go out resolved to do our best, knowing that by so doing we will be bringing honor and glory to Princeton, and the Class of 1911. I3

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Class Prophecy you catch my driftj when suddenly the ground seemed to give way beneath my feet, and I slipped headlong into a yawning crevasse. This was not one of your prohibition crevasses. It was wide open. I went down, down, down, and then down a little further, and finally landed a la cannon rush against something hard, and knew no more. I awakened with a regular Commencement headache, and a rather insufficient idea of my surroundings. It was the first drop I had had in a long time. I opened my eyes, and saw standing over me a shadowy form, rather scantily attired, and I noticed it was very warm. Taking a second glance at the face above me, I made out the classic features of jim Dwight, in a track suit. Where am I ? I murmured, in a real awakening heroine tone of voice. This is Hades , said Jim. It certainly is , said I, but where am I ? And then suddenly it came over me. I had taken the big jump, and was in the infernal region. But what are you doing here ? I inquired of jim, re- membering how the old ladies used to point him out on the campus as an example to their sons. I went into politics , he replied sadly. Oh, I remarked sympathetically. Are there any more of the boys here ? They,re almost all here , said Jim, and more coming in every day. He drew me quickly aside, and a corpulent shade dashed by, pursued by a couple of devils with pitchforks. Who's that doing the Longboat act P said I. That,s Tubby Cook, said jim, He's been running away from those fellows for five years now. He runs up to that door over there, and every time, just as he reaches it, they slam it in his face. He says he couldn't stand it if it didn't remind him so much of chapel in the good old days. We strolled on and Jim told me about some of the boys still upon earth. Monk Getty, it seems, had gone as a missionary to the Zulus, who had followed in his case their conventional process of welcoming a stranger. I5