Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Class Prophecy ing me across ? I suggested. No chance, said he. And then I produced the magic bull and papers. To make a long story short, I was soon through the gate, and stumbling along over the good intentions, when I heard a chugging noise, and perceived a shade in an automobile engaged in earnest argument with a big devil in a red uniform. Drawing near, I recognized Laurie Smith. You'l1 have to get out and Walk, the big devil was saying to him. I I-Iow's that ?', remonstrated Laurie. I' The cop turned and pointed to the inscription above the gate. Read the sign, he said. I turned and, following his gesture, read-- All ye who enter here leave 'I-Iups' behindf' Then I came back to earth. -gi

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The Nassau H erald ning, 'How sweet the dew-drop nestles in the dell,' has been very favorably criticized. 'Wally' Sparks is married, and -says there's nothing like having a football record back of you when your wife wants another shovelful of coal on the fur- nace. 'Andy' Monroe and 'Monte' Angell -here Frank shook his head. It's a sad case, said he, of how intemperate habits formed in college are responsible for the downfall of many a likely youth. His voice broke, and he was unable to continue. Wiping away a furtive tear or two as I thought of these two awful examples of intemperance, I sadly shook Frank's hand and Frank, and departed. A genial voice calling my name caused me to turn, and there before me I saw Tommy Thompson, lying on a huge grating, under which was blazing an immense fire while a horde of devlish looking characters turned him from side to side with pitchforks. On his face was a big broad grin. Well , I stammered, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Aren't you at all nervous F No , said he, and yet , and he pointed to the bars on which he lay, it certainly is grating on my nerves. That's a hot one, all right, I gasped, but don't you mind this continually being turned like a piece of steak F Oh no, he laughed, one good turn deserves another, you know, and then, as Chairman of the Senior Council I got used to being roasted on all sides. With a wild shriek, I fled madly through the sulphurious atmosphere, and ran right into the arms of Bev Ober, just coming from the ferry. 'I-Iel1o!,' said he, where are you going? Back to life, if I can get there, I cried. Well, said 'Bev', sniffing the smoke, there ought to be a fire-exit here somewhere. Nary a one, said I. Well, said he, This old Captain Charon I came over with asked me for the makings, and I didn't have them. Thanks for the idea, I called back over my shoulder, as I dashed off in the direction of the ferry. I reached the bank just as the aged ferryman was pushing oft. How about tak- 20

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Class History LEROY K. Howe Freshmcm Year ND here we are. lt hasn't been such a long ' while these four years, but when we first started out away back in the dark ages of Freshman . year, it looked like a long trip. rf gi: - e September 18th, IQO7, saw the class collected and 'I cv our birth. 1910 tried to welcome us in the most hos- lik pitable way and make us feel perfectly at home. They lllgtlll' were right on the job as far as horsing went, par- ' ticularly Rip Van Winkle. Commons, with its complete equipment of new cutlery and dishes, received us with open arms. Though it had had a year's practice it didn't show itself any too effective. Here for an hour or so we felt ourselves free from our enemies. The opening exercises took place the following day and the hazardous trip to Dickinson followed. Johnny Hoff and a few of the big guys leading the procession while the rest of us, wild-eyed and with knees trembling, followed in the wake. Of course there was no difficulty in getting in, though a trifle rough. Some were relieved of their shirts, others trampled on-Cort Handy had his hair mussed a trifle. We were the first class to use Dickinson, the old gym. having been torn down to give place to '77. With wild huzzahs in the true collegiate spirit, we voted Frank Bartholomay President, Myron Parker Vice-President, and Bob Black Secretary and Treasurer. Then the long dis- tance to University Place had to be covered. The upperclass- men protected us but the ranks were soon forgotten and it became a free for all race to the Freshman houses. Not want- ing to make an exception to an old custom, we won the Cannon Rush in the evening. Some thirty men turned out 'for the Freshman football 22