Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The Nassau H emld joined Bob and me. I couldn't help asking him if this sort of thing wasn't rather unusual for a minister of the gospel, and Bob chimed in with some of the practice-what-you-preach stuff. Well, you see, explained Brick, I found that the only way I could write a good peppy sermon was to interview a couple of Tom Collinses first, and I say, if gin helps you to save souls, why up with souls and down with gin. I was about to comment on this rather ambiguous remark, when I was interrupted by an infernal clatter, apparently from the next door. Wierd wails and soul-tearing shrieks, to say nothing of hair-raising howls, followed each other in quick succession. Do you know what that is? asked Brick, in sepulchral tones. I took a chance. Rawleigh Warner and his quartette F I hazarded. ' Brick shook his head, and stopped to aim a kick at Irv Kingsford, who was going around the cafe selling photographs of himself. No, it's not as bad as that,', he answered, it's an asylum for the feeble-minded-one of those high-brows' bug-houses they used to show us in Social Economics. Let's go in and look over the bugsf' gurgled Bob enthusi- astically, l'Ild like to see old France Marling againf' Brick said that there was nobody in there that we knew except I-Ienny Norman. What! I exclaimed. Poor old Henny doing time in a padded cell? What's his trouble ? The sad story was swiftly told. It seems that I-Ienny had been pretty ill, and to keep him alive, they had been obliged to feed him 'on bread and' water for three weeks. When he came to and found that for three weeks he'd had nothing to drink but water, the shock was too much for his Southern system, and from that day he'd never been the same. I left Bob and Brick to look the place over, and wandered down the street alone. I hadn't gone far when a glaring red and black sign caught my eye. It was hanging in the window 22 .

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Class Prophecy fortune before Mayor Scribner would give him his license, and even now he has to pay regular graft to the police. Even as he spoke, I noticed Max in the door furtively slip- ping a yellow-back to a smiling copper. I wasnit much sur- prised to notice that the cop was none, other than Arthur I. Sullivan, the Celtic Whirlwind, but I must admit that I was momentarily thnown off when I got inside and discovered Burr Harrington and Earl Douglas setting them up behind the bar. Over in a corner was an array of talent which Bob told me constituted the best cabaret in town, consisting of Ridge Lytle and Jimmy Gorham, dressed in green tights and a happy smile, and singing all kinds of naughty songs for the edificatio-n of the public. I was becoming a bit bewildered by thisitirne, and Bob had to positively push me up to the bar so we might take advantage of the big sign which announced that for to-day only, they were selling the best beer for three cents a glass. About this time, who should come striding down the stairs but Brick Fauntleroy. I had ceased to let anything surprise me, so I didn't bat an eyelash when I noticed that Brick was wearing clerical garments. Bob told me that he had been a well-known evangelist and reformer for several years. I wrung his honest hand, and he replied with the delicate and gentle dignity which was always so characteristic of him. After greetings were over, he held up his hand solemnly. Stand back, brother, he commanded. I am here on an errand of moralityf' Wheretipon, he strolled up to the bar, and buttonholed head- bartender Earl Douglas. Is it true, he demanded, in thunderous tones, that you are selling beer-the curse of humanity-at three cents a glass ? Yep, it's true, was Earl's snappy come-back, what's it to yer ? . Don't get huffyf' pleaded Brick, with that hatred of a scrap for which he has always been noted, I wanted to order five kegsf' Whereupon the pno-mising young clergyman came back and 2I

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Class Pvfophecy of a- shop with a To Let sign on it, and I could not repress a gurgle of joy when I took in what it said: -I .- - 'iDEBUTANTE's DELIGHT ! UCOME ON IN GIRLS, AND HAVE A TREAT. ll! NPAY TEN cENrs AT THE DOOR, AND YOU CAN LOOK AT Us AS LONG AS YOU PLEASEU SIGNED, HOWELL EoREEs, CHARLEY BAKER AND SAM BELL I felt that I had to-drop in and look the boys over, so I put on' a bored expression and relapsed into the one-step, thereby effectively disguising myself as a debutante, and thus got by the man at the door. There they were, the whole handsome three of them, stand- ing on a platform wrapped up in natty dress suits of the L. Kaplan variety, and looking like a snap-shot of the Debating Team before the kick-off. Well, well, Charleyf' I said to the Bull, Hhow are things ? Rotten! was his disconsolate come-back. The nearest thing to a compliment I've had all day was when one of the debutantes told me I was better looking than Howell. Howell grunted peevishly at this, and I ventured to inquire how it was that I-Ierb Richards wasn't helping them hold down the platformq They told me that he had been up to a week ago, but that they had kicked him out because he insisted on wearing a soft-oollar shirt with his dress coat. And then, added I-Iowell, contemptuously, he ran away and founded the A. B. C. , A, B. C., I mused, 'fit sounds familar, but what the deuce does it mean ? Auction Bridge Club, volunteered Sam, wafting a kiss ,to a particularly admiring debutante in the throng. You'll find it a few doors up, it's an organization for the sole purpose of playing Bridge perpetually, and its charter and only mem- f-9 'KJ