Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The Nassau H emld moments arrived and they were all ready to put on the black cap. At this point the sheriff turned to the condemned and said, Young man, you are privileged to say something before you die . The man hung his head and said nothing. What 1 said the sheriff, don't you want to say anything? They always say something at this point. The man shook his head. The crowd was amazed at his taciturnity. just then I saw some one elbowing through the crowd and pushing his way to the platform. It was Paul Myers ! He grabbed the sheriff and shouted, See here! See here! If this fellow don't want to speak, let me speak for him! The Sheriff turned to the man and said, Can this fellow speak for you ? The fellow turned around, looked at Paul, and with a sigh replied, Yes, he can speak, but h-ang me first l When the Suffragettes invaded Princeton last month, more than one student fellbefore the missiles of this Amazonian host. They were welcomed with a demonstration that would have rejoiced the heart of a Dollar Politician. They made speeches and we cheered. Some of us marched to Trenton with them and some of us brought some of them back with us. I say we , but is was really I. M. Hidden and Reds McKittrick who brought them back in Bob Mathisis machine. The rest of us didn,t have a look in after that. You heard the story in the newspapers about a Princeton Student pro- posing to one of the suffragettes? Well I'll tell you how it happened. McKittrick was the fellow. They were all in this automobile raflling off one of these Pilgrim Capes. Wlien the fight was over Mack was in the front of the car, and I saw him crawl over the front seat and grab the hand of The Fairest Suffragettel' who was standing on the seat surveying the departing crowd. just then I heard Mack breathing, 'little Suffragette, I propose, I propose--, Vlfhen Hidden heard these words and saw the imploring look in Mack's face, and the sweet and pleased expression off the white sweater, he grabbed Mack and pulled him down and whispered in his ear, For goodness' sake Mack, don't be so rash, you only met her yesterday. But lovers are dauntless 6

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g1.1 w g M 1' ff. t -xii . gg 4 Q :p g- - 'a .L WASHINGTON 'S BIRTHDAY ORATION L. D. HOWELL Ladies and Gentlemau.' I have been introduced by Mr. Pendleton as the one who should deliver the Senior Oration. This is great mistake, for I am not an orator and this is not an oration. As the new Representative once shouted out in Congress, I deny the allegation, and defy the alligator . I don't mean to insinuate that Toll Pendleton is an alligator, although he does oiften create a stir as a Parlor Snake. However this may be, I assert again that this not an oration. It is an airation,-an airation of a few things that have been too long closed up. If I were one of those fellows, like Paul Myers, who can talk on anything, at any time, then I would not deny that I was an orator. Last year I went up to a little town in Pennsyl- vania to attend a French play, at a girls' seminary. I was a little disappointed because the French wasn't very frenchy, and the girls weren't very foolishg so between the acts I wandered clown the street and seeing a crowd around the jail I dropped in. The sheriff was preparing for a hanging. and when I told him that I was taking Social Economics at Prince- ton, he became quite friendly, and asked me to stay and see the affair. Things went along in the usual way until the last 5

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Pl7asl1i1'1gton's Birthday Oraftiona and Mack commenced imploringly again, I propose, I propose little one that-'l We all made a grab for him, but he had a running start and got it all out. I propose, he blurted, 'fthat you all have tea in my room . ' Next to the Suffragettes the most excitement we had around here was the fire in Witherspoon. Every one said that it was hard luck that it was not Edwards, or Dickin- son, but as long as it was not premeditated we can't be held responsible for poor judgment. It was quite the social and democratic event. We were all there in pajamas, even President Hibben and Jack the Cop. The prevailing color was light blue which. nicely contrasted with the red flames that leapt from the windows oif the fourth floor. A window opened on the first floor and Bonnell stuck his head out, and looking up at the flames groaned, My God, It's goneln Wheretipon his roommate, Boonegrus-hed out from the building with two treasures in his hand, which he was saving. We stopped him to see what they were. He had in one hand a picture of his girl, and in the other, a fly- leaf torn from the Henry van Dyke's latest novel, with the author's signature upon it. I wish we all loved our books like that. There is another fellow who loves his books and that is Keg Howard. He was sitting in his room studying Words- worth one day when Max Chaplin came in. Keg was pulling his hair with one 'hand and thumbing the pages with the other. Confound it, he was saying, I've looked all through this book and can't find The Imitations of Immoralityv any- where. I don't see why they give us such a poem to read. Max came to his rescue, though, and soon found the Intima- tions of Immortality . If all the Boys don't love their books, some of them at least like to appear to. Sam Bell is one of that Kind. He was going down to Panama for Xmas, so he thought he would get an awful drag with his Biological Prof, and bring him some- thing from the Canal Zone. Sam had a box of cigars in mind, and bravely made the proposal. But the Prof was thinking 7