Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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pVC1fSflf71gf011,5 Birtlz-day Oration Wilmer Hoffman is not quite so reticent 'with the girls as Tom is. Bill was sitting around Maxim's in New York one night, when a startlingly beautiful cabaret girl came out and began to make night hideous with the strains of Bill's favorite ditty, Billy Bounce Your Baby Doll . Bill fell for her with sickening speed. Every time she came out, his devotion grew stronger, and before they left, he insisted that he wasimadly in love, and did a love-at-Hrst-sight pro- posal act. I-Ie was considerably more disconcerted when the charmer came back with, Cheest, guy, I ain't marrying no mutt what's got a smudge on his lip what a goil can't tell whether it's dirt or a mus-tache . I am really afraid to say anything more about this extra- curriculum activity that keeps us busy on the days of base ball games and dances. I have been both threatened and cajoled. Al Paine took me into the Iigger-Shop last night. I knew there was something- the matter when he did thaf. I-Iis folks are here to-day. Fat Kinnan took me down where we could have a quiet talk together, bought me a couple of pretzels Cat least that's all he said to the waiterj, and then whispered in my ear, Be easy on me Larry, Pa's coming down . Pink Washburn tried to scare me. He looked me straight in the ear and said, Don't you say anything about me, for I'm going to bring a nice old eggv. I told him that I was sorry, but that that was much better than having to come to the show with an old hen. Down at the dance the other night I saw a bunch of girls all eagerly looking at some one across the hall. They seized me, and demanded who that good looking fellow was over there. I asked wlhich one, and they responded in unison, Oh, that fellow that looks like a Greek God . In a minute I had them all hanging around Jack Simon's neck. The day before College opened this term I met Jack McDonald in Joe's catching a bite. He loo-ked worried, so I asked him what was the matter. I'm affraid it will get in the paper, he said, and forthwith drew a telegram from his II

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The Nassau H eifald Qwhich we'll call the lady at whose house Sealy was staying that nightj, and said, Mrs. Smith, a girl friend of mine has been invited to Mrs. Brown's dance and hasno place to stay in town. Could you put her up ? Mrs. Smith of course immediately assented, saying that any friend of Mrs. Brown's was welcome. Then Sealy called up Mrs. Brown, saying, Mrs Brown, a girl friend of mine is staying with Mrs. Smith to-night. Would you mind if she came to your dance? Mrs. Brown cheerfully replied that any friend of Mrs. Smith's was welcome at her dance, and all was well with Sealy. The sad part of it is that Sealy discovered that he had overcut, and couldn't go to the dance at all. You can imagine the result. Some fellows down here pretend that they don't like girls. Tom McMillan is one of these. Wheii we were up at New York one day with the Track Team, we discovered that we had rooms on the same floor as a bunch of girls from some western seminary. As Tom was manager of the Team he had a room with a telephone in it. When he was out Frank Close and Newell Gordon used his phone to call up the girls in the adjoining apartment. They kidded the girls along in line style but never told them who they were. The girls, being creatures full of curiosity, went to all the trouble of finding out what room had called them up, and after all was quiet in the hotel, they called up again. This time Tom was in the room and had just turned in. The rest of us were in the next room. The bell rang gently. Tom never moved. The bell rang again. Tom swore in a gentle way, and answered the phone. We all listened. A sweet voice softly said, Hello, who's there? To-m, ever mindful of his duty, re- plied, This is Tom Mac-Mil-lan, manager of the Princeton Track Team . Then we heard the sweet voice again, Oh Tom, youlre a dear. We all want you' to go to church with us to-morrow. Meet us in the lobby at eleven. We-all like your voice and we know welll like you. Tom fell back in a faint, but recovered enough to send word to the olice that he wanted to be called in time to get the 8.30 train back to Princeton. T IO

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The Nassau Herald pocket. It was addressed to the New York W01'ld's reporter here. I read it. Gladys Louise Inghram, Weber and Fields chorus girl, claims to have married a Princeton student, wealthy and ath- letic. See N. Y. American for particulars and identify him if possible. He is said to have returned to Princeton to-day. Is I. R. McDonald the Man ? ' Signed, . The New York World. WVell, said jack, that looks bad for me. The reporter was just around trying to get a confession. You see, I just: got back to-day. There is almost no one else in town. I confessed that it did look bad, for there was no doubt about Jack's being a man, or about his being wealthy, althoughy, in common parlance, he would not be called athletic. I had to go just then and left jack brood-ing over his troubles. As I was opening the door he called me back and said in a whisper, Say now, help me keep this thing quiet, I'll give you the straight dope,-I know the girl, but I didn't marry her . I had only gone a few steps outside when I met Dede Rich- ardson beating it toward the All Night Dyspepsia Parlor. Don't Stop me, he said, My conscience hurts me, I have to goand tell jack McDonald that I added the last sentence to that telegram. I2