Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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5 7' 3 x , CLASS PROPI-IECY CHARLES DANIEL ORTH, IR. Ladies and Gentlemen, lllemlvws of the Class of IQI3, and Cam Hawkins' After carefully studying the brain spasms of my predecessors in this disreputable post, I have discovered that the only decent thing for a class prophet to do is to fall asleep and dream something. Usually he dreams that the class has been whisked away to some distant clime, and then he begins to pick on them. 'Way back in the dark ages, they used to take them all over the known world, including Trenton, but lately two places seem to have been popular: one is I-Ieaven, and the other is I-Iell. Now, I haven't the heart to carelessly consign all these handsome young men to the lower regions, and since I'm perfectly certain that none of them will ever get to I-Ieaven-except maybe Al Paine-I decided to choose a place midway between the two, and lay my Great American Drama in New York City. The next thing to do was to find some way of getting put to sleep. I tried every know means, from picking a scrap with Tom Wilson to listening to Bip Sealy tell about some of his exciting parties, but I couldn't get to sleep for the life of me. But at last a brilliant idea struck me: by at bit of auto-suggestion, I kidded myself into 18

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Presideufs Address surround us. Let us not sit idle, but strive to make the world a little better for -our having been here. Let' us be careful to cherish that Sense of Honor which has been instilled into us here, so that our Alma Mater may never be ashamed to own us. - Withtout boasting, I think that we can feel with satisfaction that 1913 has done her duty in the various branches of under- graduate life. But let us ever keep in mind as individuals and as a class that our duty to Princeton is not yet done. I would like to see our class leave Princeton bound together as one great fraternity, with all feeling of crowds or clubs a thing of the past: bound so closely together that every member of this class may feel at-liberty to call on any one of his class- mates in time of trouble, just as he would on his most intimate friends. And may our class spirit grow and grow as the years pass by, but let it be forever secondary to our Princeton spirit. And now before we part, let us think for a moment of those that the Almighty'Power has seen fit to take from us. May God help every member of this class to do his duty and may we all be better and stronger men for having come to Princeton. T7

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Class Prophecy believing that I was Frank Ford, and of course as soon as I was convinced that I was he, I fell asleep immediately. True to my determination, right away I imagined that I was in the metropolis. But it was a very, dierent New York from the one I had known. Everything was as unfamiliar to me as the inside of a church to Mike Ross. But I lost no time in making tracks for Broadway, and once there, I was on fairly familiar ground, due to having gotten all the dope on that famous street back in the student days from Don Smith and Laidlaw Dewey. I wandered along feeling about as happy and congenial as Fat Kinnan at a dance, when whom should I run into but Cabot Brewster, whom I immediately remembered as the in- veterate woman-hater of the Class. Cabot, you know, is one of those boys who will start running when he sees a girl four blocks away-and keeps on running till he catches her. We greeted each other, and exchanged confidences. I-Iow are things coming, Cabot ? I asked. Cabo-t allowed that they were coming pretty well, I asked him what he was doing for a living, but the sole effect of the question was to cause him to get as red as one of Karl Smith's neckties, and try to dig a hole in the pavement with his toe. f just then Bud Cowan rushed up. I-Ie had gotten very thin, but I knew it was Bud because he had four assorted dogs fol- lowing him, and carried a physics syllabus under each arm. Bud,': I questioned, why is Cabot ashamed to tell what he is doing for a living? Bud grunted. I-Ie ought to be, he said. I-Ie's been working for twenty years as professor of Framed Structures at Ogontzf' This Haunting statement was too much for Cabot, and he tied precipitately, and was out of sight in less time than it takes George Whittaker to get from a 12.30 to the Nass. So I accepted Bud's offer to walk on a ways with me. We might go and call on Mayor Scribner, suggested Bud. Not our own Charles ? I questioned. I9