Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Class Prophecy fthe sound of many typewriters and voices raised in dicta- tion. All out yelled jim. Instantly three heads popped out of the hole, and I descried the shrewd features of Sim Winch, Louis Kaplan Stewart, and I. Fool'em Bennett. They have to keep these fellows chained up here, explained jim, or they'd have owned the place by this time. I-Ii, boys! I yelled, by way of starting the conversation. I-Iow do you like it here Pi' Rotten! came back Ike's dulcet tones. We're nothing but spirits down here, and every- body can see through us. The heads disappeared, and the typewriters resumed their tune. Telegram for Mr. Dwight, called a voice, and up dashed a little black devil waving an asbestos envelope. jim called him over, tore open the envelope, and read: 7 Golden Gate St. April 21st, For I-Ieaven's sake, Iim, can't you get the fellows to make less noise down there. We can't study at all up here with all that racket going on. A Signed, RANKIN AND O'I-IARA. Bud evidently finds it pretty hard to get away with a blulf where he is now, thought I. Well, said Jim, I guess I'll have to go and see the dean about this. Have they got a dean's office down here? I inquired, mopping sundry gallons from my perspiring brow. Iim looked at me in disgust. It wouldn't be Hades if they hadn't,', said he. That's sof' said I, ashamed of my display of density, Good luck to you. I Oh, I'll fix it up all right, said he. If the dean won't do anything I'll get 'Tot' Woodhull to put an editorial about it in the Daily Brimstonianf' Why don't you try a communication, said I, remembering the Prince's effective method of dealing with compulsory chapel. I would, sighed jim, but 'Tot' doesn't believe in com- I7

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The N assau H evfald They had nabbed him and put him in a boiling caldron, but, try as they would, they couldn't get him stewed, so they had to let him go. Bill Nichol, Ned Castle and Charlie Law- rence had just accepted positions in Professor Basset's Finish- ing School for Girls. QI can see the girls' finish, all right, with that combinationj. . Those entertaining fellows, Bachrach and Gray, were ,mak- ing quite a hit on the Keith Circuit with their latest song- success. When the I-Iay Has Turned to Fever, Nellie Dearf, I-Iow is T. Clark coming along ?,' I asked. Why , said jim, I went to see 'T' just once about a year ago. I was ushered into the parlor, and waited there a minute, when in rushed a kid about five years old, and took a high- dive through the window. He was followed by several more, who proceeded to do giant swings on the chandelier and trapeze stunts on the Curtain poles. They were just getting up a three high on the grand piano, and one kid was all ready for aback flip off the mantle-piece, when in walked 'T', big as life. He didn't seem to mind the riot at all. 'Is this a-er- regular thing?' I asked, pushing my top hat to a place of comparative safety. 'Sure', said T. 'boys will be boys, you know, and it keeps 'em healthyf I lasted about five minutes and fled. 'Gee,' said I, as I made my escape, 'I'm glad she turned me down.' just then we heard a loud crash and a roar. I looked, and in front of me stood a huge dragon, executing a sort of in- fernal snake-dance as he hastily swallowed a few shades who had strayed too near. just before they' vanished, I made out the struggling form of Mead Lewis among them. Poor old Mead, said Jim. That's what he gets for that Press Club curiosity of his Well, he'll get all the inside information he wants now. But why is the brute so lively ?,' I remarked. If, you'd swallowed as many shades as he has, you'd be full of spirits, too, ventured Iim. Passing on, we soon came to a high wall with a lot of holes in it, at irregular intervals. From one of the holes issued I6

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The Nassau H erald munications from the dead. Noticing that the imp who brought the telegram was still lingering about, he tossed him a couple of bits of sulphur, and departed. I had just begun to hurry on, when I stumbled over a long graceful form lying in my path, bound hand and foot and with a young tablecloth stuffed in its mouth. Its features were so blackened with cinders as to be almost unrecognizable, but, acting on a sudden suspicion, I removed about twenty yards of linen from its throat and the iigure immediately burst into song. Well, John Drummond, I cried, I knew I'd find you here, but what did you do to get this, and I pointed to the rope and the gags. First, said he, let me thank you for the neat way you removed that obstruction from my throat. I've seen you get away with some gags before, but I've never felt like thanking you for it till now. Go on, said I untying the ropes, your story interests mef' Well, said john, it was this way. Steve White and I got up a little entertainment for the benefit of the Tartarus A. C. We had it well advertized, and got quite a large aud- ience, and everything was Sunday till I got up to render that little ballad, entitled, 'Loan Me Your Soap, My Glass Eye's Dustyf I had gotten rid of just one verse, when somebody caught me in the back of the neck with a pitchfork. The last thing I saw was 'Steve' chasing a big devil over a pile of cinders. I-Ie certainly was travelling, you could have played checkers on his coat-tails. When I woke up, I was where you found me. I guess they must have gotten Steve, too. just then we heard a thundering roar, and perceived a whole flock of devils in a big red automobile. They were running up and down the road, passing and repassing over a helpless figure stretched in their path. Excuse me, said jack, who was evidently still mindful of his recent experience. I-Ie slipped around a heap of sulphur and was gone. ' I turned my attention to the figure in the road. Every time the machine went over him, I could hear him murmur, The sons o' bucks! Let me at 'em. I8