Princeton University - Nassau Herald Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Wasl1ingt0n's Birthday Ovation and forthwith told where he would like to see the man who made it out. That's too bad, returned Pro'fessor Critchlow, 'Tm the man . The other time that George slipped up, was when he was on a Triangle trip and went into what he thought was one of Cincinnati's best hotels to get dolled up for the show. George strode right across the exchange, and smiling at the woman behind the desk, said, where can I catch a quick shave P The woman stared at him a moment, and indignantly replied, Sir, this is not a tonsorial parlor, this is the Young,VVomens' Clhristian Association . But to revert again to that pleasant theme of Girls. It never does to get too anxious. .At the last Yale game Stan Moffatt and Liz Hunter could not wait to see their girls until they came to Princeton, so they Went up to New Brunswick to ride down with them. The girls took a special at Elizabeth that did not stop till it got to the foot of Blair Steps. They caught a glimpse of them as the girls passed New Brunswick station at sixty a minute, and when they got down here to Princeton an hour later, their girls were lost in such an admiring bunch of stu- dents that Stan and Liz never got a look in,-and their own girls, too! We all worry a good deal as to how we get along with the girls, but some more than others. Harvey Geiger is one of the latter. He was looking blue one day so Ray Hoopes said to him, just to cheer him up, Harvey, he said, I bet you make an awful hit with the ladies. You're rich, good looking, and have a good line of talk. Well, returned Harvey, thinking a minute, Pm not so rich . Again reverting to girls and diplomacy, T canlt resist telling how Bip Sealy managed to get a certain girl 'friend of his invited to a dance. A lady fwe'll call her Mrs. Brownj liv- ing in a nearby town, was giving a dance, and Sealy had been invited. But this girl friend, who lived in another town and was not acquainted with Mrs. Brown, had, of course, re- ceived no invitation. But Sealy was very anxious to have her at that particular dance, so he got his mighty brain to work to procure her an invitation. He called up Mrs. Smith 9

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The N assau Herald differently. A great smile came over his face and he re- sponded, O yes, Mr. Bell, you can bring me a nice, fat, mother monkey . This was too much for Sam. He said he could Rush the growler and chase the Duck, but that he couldn't catch motherly monkeysn. If he had had one of Bud CoWan's Banana Hounds he might have been able to do it. A lot of the boys went down to Panama during vacation. Why, I don't know. Swells Morris told me he wanted to see it when it didn't have water in it. I hope this was not because his own alimentary canal is entirely unused to this liquid. Este Fisher said he was investigating the market for dress goods, and reported that there was a large opening there. Watt Henderson was studying the transportation problems on the High Seas. I asked Bob Piel what was the best thing he saw in Panama, and he said that it was a boat that left the day he got there. We all spend a good deal more time here at college on our books, than people imagine. Some people think its, Girls, girls, girls , here, because they come up on a day of a big game and see us spending next year's allowance on last summer's girl. Sometimes our girls come in an automobile and get to our room before we know they are there, before we have had time to take down the pictures of the six other girls, and hide the stage beauties, or take her picture out from behind the row of reunion steins. Then they call us fickle, but there is no excuse for it except when a good fellow like Ken Seggerman invites one girl to the Club dance, then forgets about it and invites another, and they both come. Then you have a situation that it takes a diplomat, like George Gaston, to explain. George only got into two places, since I've known him, where he could not get out, with honors. The first time was when he was taking his entrance exams in New York. George was stuck on the French exam and was scratching his head in distraction. The Prof in charge, see- ing his worried look and wishing to be friendly, came up and pleasantly said, Well, what do you think of the examina- tion ? The meanest th'at I ever saw, promptly retorted George, 8

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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