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In this little book "I" plays the part of one who introduces the 
 speakers at a dinner, adding to his introduction a little word of nothing- 
 at-all about each, to make less abrupt the change from one speaker to 
 another. But " I " has had this advantage over a toast-master — he has 
 known just what each man was going to say before he spoke to you. 
 And so he has added some things that he knew, which he thought you 
 would like to know, and which the speakers themselves would not tell 
 you. Sometimes he has added something of his own, or something culled 
 from other sources, which perhaps you will think might better have been 
 left out. Much has been cut from some of these letters, and this, perhaps, 
 you will think might better have been left in. 
 
 If any one of you has wondered why this book has been so long de- 
 layed, let me say to him that even now I am receiving tardy letters 
 from some of our procrastinating friends. And this much is certain : If 
 I had known what kind of a job I was undertaking, I would have sent 
 you simply a list of addresses last fall, and would not have allowed you to 
 have this book until after our triennial reunion. Be that as it may, I hope 
 that this book will have its uses. I hope that it will serve to keep the 
 class together, to remind some of our prematurely-old-bachelor members 
 of their college life, and, above all, that it will impress upon all of you 
 the necessity of keeping the Secretary informed of your whereabouts. I 
 hope you will enjoy the book and will forgive the hasty and ill-considered 
 way in which it is put together. 
 
 . I have had much help in preparing this production for the printers, 
 in correcting proof and in sending out the copies, as well as in writing or 
 writing up some of the letters themselves, from several members of the 
 class, especially those living in Princeton. 
 
 This book will make evident, I think, two or three things. 
 First, the need of a more constant correspondence between the members 
 and the secretary of the class, with regard to matters of class history or class 
 interest. You men must send to me newspaper clippings or accounts of 
 yourselves or of others in the class whenever you or they do anything or 
 have anything done to you. And I. will collect and file away such docu- 
 ments, so that when, in a few years, we get out another Class Buok, it will 
 be a real " record," and will be of value to us and perhaps to others. 
 
 Second, I must be less formal in my notices, and you in your replies. 
 Third, we must all bear in mind our triennial reunion in June, '95, 
 and we must be there. Perhaps, also, we should have a big reunion at the 
 commencement of 1896, which will be the one hundred and fiftieth an- 
 niversary of the college. 
 
 Princeton, N. J., May 1st, 1894. W. K. P. 
 
 WiTHDR/Wt 
 
At last Lucien has begun to study "seriously; " 
 Abrams, Lucien but under such dreadful circumstances that we can but 
 entertain the gravest fears for him. You know that 
 even when he was in college, he used to read Italian with Howard Butler. 
 His letter speaks for itself. He says: " Following an impulse felt more 
 or less during the greater part of my life, I decided a couple of years be- 
 fore the end of my college course to study with the purpose of becoming a 
 painter. Accordingly, after graduation, I begun to study seriously, at 
 the Art Students' League of New York — the best school of the kind in 
 the country. Last winter Pierre Cook and I roomed together ; but this 
 year I have roomed alone, with Pierre and ' Fish ' Hall in Jersey City 
 within easy reach, 'Sport' Marshall and Shellabarger in Brooklyn, and 
 several other of the boys in the vicinity. I have attended all the class 
 dinners and Yale games held in New York since graduation, and have 
 also seen a number of the boys in Chicago during the World's Fair. This 
 next summer I shall go to Paris to stay several years in the pursuit of my 
 profession ; but I hope to see and hear something from time to time of the 
 Glorious Class of '92." 
 
 We know that Lucien is doing good work and are sure that his 
 loyalty to Princeton and to '92 is bound to pull him through, but we are 
 worried to read of his constant association with Art students, his hints at 
 frequent visits to Jersey City and Brooklyn, and his determination to go 
 to Paris. 
 
 Jack writes on a very business-like sheet 
 Adams, John Howard decorated with the legend " Office of John 
 Howard Adams, 33 Wall Street." His letter 
 opens with an apostrophe upon the Secretary's silk hat, which, i. e., the 
 apostrophe, we reject on the ground of its being, as John Graham would 
 say, indubitably void of interest to the class at large. The hat is 
 not new. 
 
 Jack writes, with brutal frankness, that he is still in existence. He 
 says further, " My apartment still exists, although I was afraid, that 
 evening you dined there with 'Shep,' 'Bishop' and myself, that it 
 
would be burned up by the fiery glances which you cast at that French 
 picture on the shelf. The picture was only scorched, and since then has 
 been thrown away. My address as you know is 41 West 27th St.; and 
 my office at 33 Wall. Of course it is at the latter address that I settle all 
 the affairs of the nation. Now Mike * * * for your own sake, don't 
 publish this " 
 
 I suppose this appeal refers to the previous sentence. It is the Sec- 
 retary's private conviction that Jack is not married. With regard to his 
 being engaged, any remark would be superfluous. 
 
 Like other good children, " Wally " Aikman 
 Aikman Walter M. nas Deen seen but not neai 'd — from. "Punk" 
 Curran told me this winter that "Wally" was 
 with the Crocker Wheeler Electric Motor Co., in New York City. Cer- 
 tainly he has been seen in "New York City and vicinity" repeatedly 
 during the last two years. Recently I was told that he had gone out 
 West, but I do not know that this is true. His home is at 273 Union 
 Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 
 Alter entered the class in September '90 and 
 Alter Alonzo A. left m September '91. Since then nothing has 
 
 been seen or heard of him as far as I could find 
 out, until a few days ago, when he sent in his letter. It seems that ray 
 previous letters and circulars did not reach him. His letter is dated 
 Parnassus, Pa., and reads : 
 
 " I should have answered your postal long ago. I never received 
 the circular so I do not know exactly what you want. I will try though 
 to tell you briefly what I have been doing since the class graduated in '92. 
 
 Beginning in the fall of that year, I taught Latin and Greek in Dr. 
 Page's school near Charlottesville, Va. My winter there was a very 
 pleasant one. The town has many historic associations ; but what will 
 always interest a college man most is her university. The University of 
 Virginia comes as near being the conception of one man as a university 
 could. Jefferson, you know, planned everything, even down to the details 
 of architecture. It is surprising what insight he had into the needs of 
 modern education. Just one instance. I wonder how many know that 
 Jefferson was the first to propose an annex for women. The building re- 
 mains, but was never occupied. 
 
I secured another position in August '93, but was compelled on 
 account of my father's illness to give it up. I staid at home until he was 
 better and then traveled with him. I spent the leisure this gave me in a 
 somewhat irregular course of reading. I may continue my medical 
 studies which I once began. If I do I shall enter the Pittsburgh Medi- 
 cal school in the fall, as this will allow me to remain at home. But on 
 this I am not decided." 
 
 Ben, too, writes with a letter head. But Ben 
 Ames, Benjamin is very modest about his business and sayshisspace 
 in the class book is to be small, so we print his letter 
 just as it is : — 
 
 " In answer to your circular letter of the 8th ult., I have little to 
 write ' that would be of interest to the class.' I couldn't think of writing 
 my autobiography for nothing. My address is, as you know, ' Lake- 
 home,' Mt. Vernon, Ohio. My occupation varies — much of the time I 
 have none, so that can be left out. I am neither married nor engaged, 
 and so out of the race. ' ' 
 
 We all trust, however, that the "race" in the next generation will 
 not be without certain little Bens. 
 
 " In answer to your circular letter 
 Atkinson, James Purviance regarding myself since graduation, I re- 
 spond with pleasure. I have been en- 
 gaged in the study of analytical chemistry and mineralogy in the labora- 
 tory of Princeton College. My plans for the future are as yet very 
 indefinite." Thus concisely and modestly does " Pop " put all that he 
 knows of himself on the back of a postal card. None of his admiring 
 classmates could understand from this that the name of James Purviance 
 Atkinson, A. B., has slowly but surely wended its way upward in the 
 glorious catalogue of -'Faculty and Instructors" until now it stands, 
 closely followed by "Brown Bread" Graham and George Augustus 
 Hulett, in fifty-seventh place out of a possible seventy-two. Not only, 
 however, does " Pop " assist Professor Cornwall in his instructions to the 
 wily sophomore, but he has also gained a somewhat unique reputation as 
 a weigher of maidens' hair. He invites the young women, when they 
 visit Princeton, to inspect the finest laboratory in the United States, and 
 in the midst of this inspection innocently remarks : " By the way, I can 
 
show you a very delicate experiment if you will step in here for a mo- 
 ment." They enter. <; Here," says the suave "Pop", " are a pair of most 
 carefully constructed balances ; the finest hair will disturb their equilib- 
 rium, and then he adds, " might I have one of your hairs, Miss Blank ? " 
 In ten cases out of ten the smile and the blush (you remember Pop's 
 blush) which accompany these words are triumphant; the delicacy of the 
 balances is tested and Professor Atkinson returns to his duties as assistant 
 in mineralogy. As for the hairs, I wish you could see the watch guard 
 which Tiffany Lavake is fixing for " Pop." 
 
 " Ay lie," like "Turkey Davis," has 
 Aylesworth, Paul Clark written no letter for the class book. But 
 he is too busy studying law and managing 
 the Nassau Investment Company of Council Bluffs. For is he not the 
 Secretary and Treasurer of that organization? Most of us saw him at 
 the Pair, I guess, for he and "Punk" Curran were there together 
 nearly all summer. He is working hard and is, I am quite sure, 
 not engaged. 
 
 Whether " Doc " Bailey's nick-name 
 Bailey, Frederick Randolph led nim t() t:lke U P medicine as a profes- 
 sion or whether it was a latter- day ex- 
 ample of wisdom revealed to babes and sucklings for the "Doctor's" 
 boyhood companions to give him the nick-name and thus anticipate 
 his predestined choice of a career, I do not know. But the facts remain ; 
 and Ed. Duffield — who sees the Doctor frequently and sometimes stays 
 over night with him at Elizabeth — says he is out of sight at tweaking 
 your funnybone and bandaging your feet. It's easy to tweak a funny- 
 bone, especially your own, when you don't mean to. But it must be 
 right hard to bandage Duff's feet. Still, if the Doctor has practised on 
 them much, no wonder he is so proficient. Who could wish for a field of 
 operation offering larger scope ? 
 
 Deai' Mike ; 
 
 Pardon my not having written before. I have not 
 much to tell. I am hard at work studying medicine at the College of 
 Physicians and Surgeons, Medical Department of Columbia College, New 
 York City, where I expect to graduate in 1895. 
 
 Sincerely yours, 
 
 Frederick Randolph Bailey. 
 
"Knockers," (Blubbles) sends to the class a 
 Ball, Arthur D. card bearing the motto " Mr. Arthur D. Ball, Civil 
 Engineer, No. 93 Hillside Avenue, Newark, N. J." 
 This is brief, but to the point. I met Arthur at the class dinner the night 
 before Thanksgiving, and from the sweetness of the smile as well as from 
 the absence of moss on Arthur's face, should judge that things had been 
 kept a-rolling down his way. None of us has heard that Arthur is en- 
 gaged. " Paddle " Duffield says Ball is a great club man now. 
 
 No letter has come from Bob. You re- 
 Ballantine, Robert D. member he left college in 1889. After that 
 he went to the University of Virginia, Char- 
 lottesville, Va., where he took up the study of law. I think he is there 
 still. Last year he led his class. 
 
 " Crystalline " writes as follows : "I am 
 
 Bamford, Jeremiah M. engaged as a retail grocer in Trenton, N. J. 
 
 I have been married eight months. It is a 
 
 source of pleasure to be a link in the great chain of the Class of '92 of Old 
 
 Nassau. I shall await with eager anticipation the pamphlet containing 
 
 messages from fellow classmates." 
 
 Tommy was another of the delinquents in the 
 Barclay, Thomas matter of sending in his letter, but came up to the 
 scratch at last, which is more than some of our 
 friends have done. He says : 
 
 " I have intended to write for some time, but kept putting it off, and 
 you know that ' Procrastination is the thief of time.' (If I thought that 
 sentence was meant for a slur on the Secretary I would not print it— but 
 I guess it isn't.) Nothing startling or unusual has happened to me since 
 I left college. I have been reading law in the office of A. D. McConnell, 
 Esq., of this city, for a year and a half, and I expect to be admitted to 
 the bar this coming fall. I am having a very good time and prospects 
 for the future seem bright. There are quite a number of Princeton men 
 around here and we keep in touch with our Alma Mater through the 
 alumni banquets, &c. I expect to come down to the next re-union of the 
 glorious old class." Tommy, we hope you will. 
 
No letter from " Chef either. This is what 
 Baylis, Chester the Secretary's book says about him : 
 
 Kingston, N. J., t 
 
 Paterson, Putnam Co., New York. j 
 
 I have since learned that his present address is 124 West 70th St., 
 New York City ; but two letters, a few postal cards and a telegram have 
 failed to get a word out of him. He is said to be engaged. 
 
 Tommy has been getting into the Secretary again. 
 Bell, Thomas But he reminds me of the story of the small boy 
 and the baby. The father brought the small boy in to 
 see the new baby. The small boy looked at it in silence for a while 
 and then said, "Why, it hasn't got any hair." No, said the father. 
 After another pause the small boy said, " It hasn't any teeth, either." 
 The father said no. Then the small boy looked the father all over and 
 said, as he turned away : " Guess they got into you that time, Pop ; it's 
 an old one." 
 
 This is Tommy's letter : — " Since I left college I have been trying to 
 redeem my character. In my senior year you remember how I yielded 
 to evil influence, and how sordid passions took hold of me. For one whole 
 week I was a confirmed drunkard and counterfeiter of Uncle Sam's hon- 
 est dollars. The accidental discovery of this crime was an overwhelming 
 disgrace, and prompted, no doubt, by the Evil One, I attempted suicide. 
 It is unnecessary to say that my life was saved by the timely courage of a 
 classmate. I am glad of this opportunity to say to the men of '92 that I 
 have sworn off drinking and counterfeiting :— the former resolve I made 
 because I cannot afford the money ; the second because I have been unable 
 to operate the mill successfully in this city— New Yorkers are on the 
 lookout for counterfeiters all the time. Having thus reformed, the neces- 
 sity for committing suicide has been obviated. I am now negotiating a 
 sale of the revolver and the counterfeiting machine. 
 
 Immediately after graduation I spent three months traveling through 
 Great Britain, France and Germany, and had the pleasure of meeting 
 with several Princeton men while abroad. Keturning in the fall I spent 
 a few months in Princeton doing post-graduate work in the chemical 
 laboratory. In January, 1893, I accepted a position on the reportorial 
 staff of the New York World. In April of the same year I resigned 
 this position to take a more lucrative one, offered by the Current Litera- 
 
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 ture Publishing Company (publishers of "Current Literature" and 
 " Short Stories"). I am still in the employment of this company and 
 doing as well as, if not better than, I had expected, in the short time since 
 graduation day. 
 
 A year ago I began to think seriously of marriage. But in the 
 midst of financial panics and business depression I hesitated to become a 
 Benedict until I heard that Jesse Biggs had made the venture. So on Jan- 
 uary 22d of this year, I was married and I am now living in Hackensack, 
 New Jersey. Since then my life has been a continued honeymoon, and I 
 can bear testimony to the fact that marriage is — not a failure, but a great 
 success. I understand that "Brig" Young is also in the race for the 
 class cup ; and only the other day I was told that " Mart " Bergen 
 " Shep " Homans and Truby are engaged. 
 
 I cannot tell you any more, but I want to say in closing that I was 
 yevy glad the other day to learn that every man of '92 is prospering. May 
 they continue to do so still." 
 
 You can see from the following letter how serious 
 Benet, Imlay " Emly " has grown since he left Princeton and went to 
 live in Brooklyn again. Jesse Williams was at his 
 house the other day, when a message was sent up for " Doctor " Benet, 
 and Imlay packed some of his nefarious tools in a satchel, lit a cigar 
 and started off" to "see a case," quite as if he was used to it. Also he has 
 been an assistant in biology at the Long Island Medical School. 
 
 He begins his letter — " Mr. Secretary ; In the circular which you 
 sent me some time ago, you asked me for a letter to be published in a class 
 book. I suppose you want a sort of autobiography. Am I mistaken ? 
 Let it go at that anyway. It seems to me that the history of two years 
 can hardly be of much interest to any one but oneself, as there has 
 hardly been time for any of us to have performed any wonders or to have 
 set very many rivers on fire. At least that has been my experience. 
 There were a few men in the class who were capable of such things, and I 
 hope to read in the class book of some of the things that they have ac- 
 complished. But you asked me to write of myself. After leaving col- 
 lege — which I regretted more than anything I ever had to do — I devoted 
 about three months to the recuperation of my mental faculties which had 
 become much shattered from contact with a few questions that had been 
 propounded to me, in common with other members of the class of '92, a 
 
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 few weeks previous to the day when I elapsed my hand on a 'Sheep- 
 skin.' I presume all the rest of the class were in the same mental con- 
 dition. After this period of rest I became a medical student — that is 
 what I am now and what I always expect to be; not meaning by that 
 however, that I have no hope of ever becoming an M. D., for by the aid 
 of Providence and a little push on my own part, I hope to be one of the 
 crowd before very long. So far my medicine career has been successful. 
 It is hard work, harder than anything I ever did before, and compared 
 with it college life was a 'snap.' I think I hear all the men of the 
 class — who are not ' gentlemen of leisure' — say 'that is a fact.' I am 
 very sure that I cannot tell you any remarkable things that have hap- 
 pened to me— but none have. I have had to work hard, and have 
 plodded along quietly, and am gradually getting there, I flatter myself. 
 If I had done nothing, I should feel that I did not belong to the class of 
 '92. For if there ever was a crowd of men who gave promise to turn out 
 well, and some to make brilliant successes in life, it was our crowd, and I 
 should consider it a disgrace to the class as well as to myself, if I did not 
 do the best I could. 
 
 " I was not able to be present at the last commencement for several 
 reasons, but I hope to be there this year, and to see some of the men who 
 made up the best class that Princeton ever graduated. " 
 
 Imlay has been engaged for about a year. 
 
 " Benediction " opens his letter with sundry 
 Bennett, R. P. D. quotations to show why he did not send in his 
 
 letter sooner, but C. P. Butler says they are 
 " merely of local interest." Courtlandt used to be the " Editor's Table," 
 and " Reviewer " for the " Lit.," and he ought to know. Even Bennett 
 admits that " Mart " Bergen would remark about them, as he did about cer- 
 tain Homer recitations in Freshman year, " Say, Ben, that's rotten." 
 
 Bob. goes on to say that he is a " middler in the Princeton Semin- 
 ary, polling the-'ologies and helping ' Bum ' Brownlee '89 and Biederwolf 
 keep up the 'hoss-play.' Also am singing with the ' Meistersinger 
 Male Quintette,' of Princeton, a strictly non-partisan organization, com- 
 posed of one Yale man, the ' Little-Toy-Deever,' ' Toughlets ' Easton 
 and a ' Special ' in the college. I am not married nor engaged either, which 
 is not such a strange thing now, when you come to look at it. My home 
 
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 is still at Bensonhurst-by-the-Sea, ' Lots for sale," ' Sewers, Water and 
 Gas.' ' Perennial Homes.' I have one of the latter. I hope to grad- 
 uate from here in 1895, provided I am not fired for ' hoss-play.' " 
 
 " Mike " writes a characteristic letter upon a 
 Bergen, Martin V. Jr. ver y fierce sheet of paper bearing at its top the 
 motto : " Law offices of Bergen and Bergen." 
 We understand that Bergen is neither " Bergen " nor "Bergen," but 
 simply our old friend " Mike," the innocent one, who once upon a time 
 was charged with being as " bad as his neighbor." His neighbor was J. 
 Besson, and J. Besson had only a moment before been called " a child." 
 " Mike " tells us that he is " studying law." It may be so. Wouldn't it 
 look funny to see "Mike" studying ! He relieves the mind of any anxiety, 
 however, by adding that "he is keeping abreast of the times in Ath- 
 letics " in order " to keep up his appetite, and is mixing himself up with 
 work and loaf sufficiently to please the most frivolous poller or the most 
 scientific loafer." "Mike" goes on to say: "I am a most earnest advocate" 
 — this word sounds as if Mike really were studying law, doesn't it ? — " a 
 most earnest advocate of the blissfulness of the bachelor estate and, to my 
 own eyes at least, am about the same in weight, height, disposition and 
 character as when I went with our dear old class " — here is a humorous 
 poetical strain — " from the elm walks of Princeton to the shadowy roads 
 of the outside world." 
 
 No returns have come from Hoboken as yet. 
 Besson, J. W. R. This much only is known. Both " Big Bess " and 
 " Little Bess " are studying law at the New York 
 Law School. "Little Bess" (i. e. J. W. B.) is in his father's office at 
 Hoboken. He is also an editor of the "Counsellor," a monthly product 
 of the geniuses of the N. Y. L. S. 
 
 For information concerning " Big Bess," see above. 
 Besson, L. H. Also, it has been ascertained that " Big Bess " is Vice- 
 President of his class in the New York Law School, 
 second only to Billy Bunyon of Yale Glee Club fame. He is im a New 
 York office. 
 
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 "Zwei-Bier" wrote to me the other 
 Betts, Frederick Gregory da y — " Please find enclosed my letter for 
 
 the Class Book. I think the scheme is fine 
 and I trust all will write letters. Forgive my letter its faults and 
 overlook its errors." And I thought his letter ought to be printed just as 
 it was. 
 
 My Dear Fellows : — In response to repeated notices from the class 
 Secretary to write a letter to be published in a " class book," I write this : 
 
 The notice received tells me to write about my address. This I abso- 
 lutely refuse to do. Not because I have none, nor because my address is 
 not worth writing about, but because it must be seen to be appreciated. 
 I want you fellows to see it — at different times. Come at any time. Do 
 not send notice. Wait ! I'll take that back. I had forgotten that I am 
 an alumnus of nearly two years standing. Do not bring your families, 
 without first sending word. Give me a chance to gather up some toys, 
 " little tin soldiers, red with rust," etc. Of course this warning does not 
 apply to all of you. It is needless for me to say that it would not apply 
 to me, if one of you were to write. The married portion of the class of 
 '92 is small. Many of them would be married if they could. A few 
 could be if they would. I mention no names. Many are quite content to 
 have a liaison with " My Lady Nicotine." Those who are accepted by 
 Miss Nicotine have an advantage over those who cast their lot with a 
 fairer woman. He who weds the seductive brunette, whose curls of 
 smoke are her crowning glory, may wield the "golden scepter." Is not 
 that an inducement ? 
 
 Do not think that I refuse to write about Clearfield— for that is my 
 address, simply because I am anxious to write of a more pleasing subject 
 — see? But let me jump from the unknown to the known. Since Sep- 
 tember, 1892, I have been reading law, and will so continue until Sep- 
 tember 1894, when I will be willing, if not ready, to undertake any busi- 
 ness, from collecting I O IPs to a Southern breach of promise suit. Un- 
 less times have changed since '92 graduated, a branch collection office at 
 Princeton would pay. So many of the class are studying law, that I 
 shall not bore you by writing of it. 
 
 Bright things have happened to me, but brighter things have hap- 
 pened to Princeton. For instance, the foot-ball game on last Thanks- 
 giving. That day was bright enough for Princeton, to serve as a Pear's 
 Soap advertisement. It will never be forgotten. I may mention a cer- 
 
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 tain day at Manheim, but what of that? That victory was expected. 
 Phil. King told us about it a year ago, and the class of '92 believed him. 
 The stripes on the " Tiger " do not grow dim, although it has been nearly 
 a year since I heard him gnash his teeth. The last time I saw him, the 
 royal beast was " crushed to earth," but like Truth, he rose again. There 
 is much of the spirit of the "Tiger" in me. In fact, that is about the 
 only spirit that has been in me since leaving Princeton. I am looking 
 forward with a great deal of pleasure to our next re-union, when once 
 again we may meet on the campus, when once again we may greet 
 each other with the old familiar nick names, and once again assemble on 
 the steps of " Old Nassau." 
 
 And on that glorious occasion when each one may see his reflection 
 in the sparkling contents of the class-loving cup, he will see a face that 
 has grown older, a face that has changed. But he will know that Time 
 cannot disguise him beyond the recognition of his classmates. 
 
 I am anxious to see once more the belfry on Old North. I hope soon to 
 take up the class book, and trust that before reading long I shall find my- 
 self back with all the rest, under the old elms, reviewing the scenes of the 
 past, enjoying sweet campus memories and thus for a little while enter- 
 ing upon a new-old " dream life." 
 
 Not soon can we forget the parting at Princeton. How many looked 
 back ! Some became almost pillars of salt because of tears. And we all 
 thought in our hearts— 
 
 " Sweet scene of my youth, 
 
 Seat of .Friendship and Truth. 
 "Where love chased each fast-fleeting year : 
 
 Loath to leave thee, I mourned, 
 
 For a last look I turned 
 And thy spire was scarce seen through a tear." 
 
 Since " brevity is the soul of wit," 
 Betts, George Whitefield Jr. the "Colonel's" letter is commend- 
 able for being witty. Perhaps this 
 was his interpretation of the " spirit of the Tiger " clause in the postal he 
 received. He writes : "In reply to your letter of the ? inst., I would 
 say that I am studying in the poor but proud profession, namely, law, at 
 the office of Convers and Kirlin, 734 Temple court, attending at the 
 same time the New York Law School. Yours in haste, Geo. Whitefield 
 
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 Betts, Jr." We all know what George means when he says that he is in 
 haste. But at the Law School they believe that he is still unengaged. 
 There is no telling how long this will continue. 
 
 This morning Biederwolf poked the 
 Biederwolf, Wm. Edward. following epistle through my slot. "Pres- 
 ent circumstances find the ' Old Man ' 
 well and enjoying 180 pounds of avoirdupois. I am getting intoxicated 
 with Theology and Hebrew. They are dead easy." (Many of the best 
 critics would insert a conjunction in this sentence, making it read " They 
 are dead and at ease." But there does not seem to be evidence enough 
 to warrant this change in the text. — Ed.) " I have been at Princeton 
 since 1892, and hope to get out in 189-5 — on condition. The summer of 
 '94 will find me at No. 33 East 73rd St., New York City. Will be at 
 home in 14 years and will be glad to see any of the boys." This last 
 sentence may be a little obscure ; but I take it to mean that Biederwolf 
 has been doing a good deal of city mission work in New York and other 
 cities, and that he expects to devote himself to that work during the 
 summer time and after he graduates from here perhaps, and so will have 
 no settled place of abode for some time to come. Biederwolf rooms 
 above me, and lean testify to his " weight, height, disposition and char- 
 acter. ' ' 
 
 This from the philosopher of the class who 
 Bierly, Harry Elmer used to live in 3 S. E., and could discount 
 Jimmy in a run of words or snatch Jeremy 
 bald-headed. I was looking over the Nassau Herald statistics to- 
 day and came across Bierly 's name. There it was set down that 
 Bierly's favorite sport was eating. Thus it is ever with men of mind. 
 They never look upon the nurture and nourishment of their bodily frames 
 as the persistently necessary labor which it is to ordinary men. He 
 writes : — 
 
 "I am 'Prof, of the Natural and Physical Sciences' in Bellevue 
 Collegiate Institute, Caledonia, Mo. I also teach History and Psychology 
 this year. I am getting along very well in all my work. 
 
 " During my vacation and any other spare time I am working at 
 my course at the Philosophy of Keligion under Prof. Ormond. 
 
 " Three cheers for '92 ! ! 
 
 " Princeton the best in the west." 
 
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 " Bix " like the rest of us couldn't stand Chicago, 
 Bixler, C. E. — if "Punk" Curran will pardon the insinuation. He 
 writes : " After a sojourn of eight or nine months in the 
 ' Windy City,' I'm again in ' Old Princeton.' Spent last year studying 
 in the Chicago Theological Seminary ; but in September last I returned 
 to join the ' Seminoles ' of Princeton. While I haven't secured any 
 scalps yet this year, ' all things being equal ' I may next year. My 
 regular address will be Eschol, Pa." 
 
 There seems to be some uncertainty about what " Bix " means by 
 "scalps." He was a mighty debater before the class one Washington's 
 Birthday and it may be that the memory of that conflict still lingers in 
 his mind, Or perhaps it is heretics he is hunting, or it may be — it may 
 be a wife. 
 
 Bradley's letter is like a doctor's prescription — 
 Bradley, Wm. L. short and applies strictly to the case in hand. He 
 says: "I am studying medicine in the College of 
 Physicians and Surgeons in New York City. My home address is Mid- 
 dletown, 1ST. Y. My address for the present college year will be 143 
 West 61st St., New York City." That means that he lives next door to 
 Bobbie Denniston, Henry Hale, Baron Kouwenhoven and Clarence Mc- 
 Williams. So he is in good company and we all hope he will have 
 patients. 
 
 "Horses" never was appreciative of any- 
 Brennan, John M. thing — but perhaps brooms; but he can naturally 
 sprint ; now is trying to run down the zeal of the 
 Secretary. This is what he says : " Am always glad to hear from every 
 man in the class, but please change the form of the next letter. I have 
 received nine all alike in contents and date even — February 3rd, 1894 — 
 and if you have any more of that edition and can't afford to burn them, 
 send them to some one else. As for my obituary, I am now practicing 
 law, and while not run over with clients, manage to get one meal a day 
 at least. Am not married or engaged yet, unfortunately, and the horizon 
 looks cloudy in that direction. My present address is 56 Wall street, and 
 I shall be glad to see and hear from you and all the fellows at any time." 
 If John is practicing law now, think what he will be when he gets 
 down to work. It would appear from his letter that John's girl is a bru- 
 nette, but that does not seem likely, because John is such a dark horse him- 
 
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 self. Anyway, John wants us all to try to " run over " him when we get 
 into trouble, and so help on the good time coming ; but remember that 
 Conny says that the Besson Brothers are to have all the divorce business. 
 Duff says John passed his bar examination like a '92 man. 
 
 Charles Brenniser died at his home, No. 
 
 Charles W. Brenniser 1914 Wallace street, Philadelphia, on June 
 
 15th, 1893, after a brief illness. Brenniser left 
 
 college at the end of our Freshman year. He lived in Philadelphia for 
 
 some time, and afterwards in Colorado. 
 
 The sad news of his last sickness did not reach the officers of the class 
 until last December, so that no opportunity has yet occurred for us, as a 
 class, to express our sense of sorrow for the loss which has come to us in his 
 death, or to publish such resolutions in the college papers, or to send a 
 message of sympathy to those who have been thus bereaved. We do 
 cherish his memory as of one who was with us in the springtime of our 
 college life. And though he left us soon, and though he was soon taken 
 from the life on earth, we are glad that it was given to us to have known 
 him. With the deepest feeling and with the tenderest recollections we 
 place his name with the names of those seven other members of our 
 class who have passed away. 
 
 Jimmy writes on a postal card : 
 Brewster, James Chester " Please pardon my delay in writing. . . 
 
 Have done nothing to distinguish my- 
 self. My address is still James C. Brewster, 
 
 Summit, N. Jersey." 
 " Will write more promptly another time." 
 
 And more fully, please, Jimmy. Because you see, we would like to 
 know, among other things, how the " green grass is growing down there." 
 And then your friends in the glee club are anxious to learn whether you 
 still see two gang planks instead of one, running from the deck to the 
 wharf, and also whether the sea-air still goes to your h — but we shall 
 know these things when we meet again. 
 
No one ever was more reticent about himself than Jimmy Brewster. 
 I have been unable to find out what Jim has been doing since 
 he left college, save that he has taught school, and played the organ 
 at a church in Summit. If any one has penetrated the seclusion in 
 which our old friend " Green Grass " has plunged himself, kindly report 
 to the class secretary and oblige. 
 
 Here is one man who is sorry for his sins. 
 Brotherlin, Eric G. " Your postal was received today. Pardon me 
 for not answering your first request (! !) — a sin of 
 omission rather than commission. My life has been rather prosaic since 
 leaving college in '90. I tried business for several years, but finding my 
 inclinations were more toward a professional life, I came home and am 
 now reading law. Am not married and have no prospects in that direc- 
 tion. I still take a great deal of interest in Old Princeton and no one re- 
 joiced more over our glorious victory last fall than I." 
 
 Brotherlin used to be a football man in rather a large way himself, 
 when he was with us at Princeton, and Dick Coulter says he has been 
 captain of a team out in Pennsylvania this last year. I first came to 
 know Brotherlin well the night we lay out on a small white gate in the 
 woods of Governor Olden 's place, waiting for the '93 procs to come up the 
 Lawrenceville road from Trenton. There were about a dozen of us on 
 the gate, and the gate was about four feet square. My recollection is 
 that I was the last man on the bottom row and Brotherlin was the last 
 man on the top row, and that we were very close friends before the night 
 was over. 
 
 Arthur is still as modest as he ever was. He 
 Brown Arthur G. writes: "There is not much to write about 
 myself, except that I am following chemistry as 
 profession, and am at present with the Ledoux Chemical Company, 9 
 Cliff street, New York City. That is my business address. My home is 
 at Woodbridge, N. J." 
 
 Arthur may not be as fast as the " City of Rome," but he has long 
 arms, and if he is " following chemistry " I'll bet he gets it. And if he 
 ever puts his hands on it, he'll hold it sure. Some of us have been in 
 Arthur's hands and we know. He does not tell us if he is engaged, how- 
 ever. 
 
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 Apropos of the class dinner at Thanksgiving time Arthur wrote : "I 
 expect to be on hand at the dinner wherever it may he." Now when you 
 fellows get the next notification of a class dinner, you will find in the 
 above brief sentence the formula for reply, and you will send it in at 
 once. 
 
 " Senior" Brown has not written for the Class 
 Brown William S. book. Some time ago he wrote to me, telling me 
 that he was in business in New York. Jesse Wil- 
 liams saw him in the Tombs last summer. Both were outside the pen. 
 Jesse was a reporter for the New York Sun, and Billy was there " on 
 business." 
 
 Freddie wrote to me : " You have un- 
 Bucher, Frederick C. doubtedly concluded that the faculty of pro- 
 crastination has attained an extraordinary 
 degree of development in my case, or that I am suffering from an aggra- 
 vated attack of motor-agraphia, and I must confess that your diagnosis is 
 practically correct." The latter ailment is what I feared most. A tele- 
 gram, however, gave him temporary relief, and he produced the following- 
 letter without much pain : — 
 
 " I am taking the course of medicine at the University of Pennsyl- 
 vania, together with quite a number of the 'Sons of old Nassau,' and 
 must say that I am thoroughly satisfied with my surroundings. Barring 
 the little difficulties which arise from holding different views on athletic 
 questions, the life of a Princeton man at the University is that of the 
 men with whom he associates, and though I feared difficulty at one time, 
 the fact that one is a Princeton man does not at all place him in an equiv- 
 ocal position. I still feel that I belong to good old Princeton and I take 
 occasion to celebrate in the same old way, whether we be victorious or — 
 otherwise. 
 
 " For a year or more my address will be as before. 
 
 " With the earnest desire that prosperity may come to every member 
 of '92 and that all may prove themselves worthy sons of their class and 
 bring honor to their college, I am, &c." 
 
 Think of Freddie at the U. of P. ! ! 
 
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 The Duke sends to the class a card 
 Burleigh, George William bearing this message : 
 
 George W. Burleigh, 
 Attorney and Counsellor at Law, 
 111 Broadway, New York. 
 Trinity Building. 
 Telephone, Cortlandt 2677. 
 Now we know where the Duke is. He says his " Present occupation 
 is as a student of law in the office of Mr. Charles A. B. Pratt, Jr., and also 
 attending the New York Law School as a student therein." But he 
 doesn't mention that a part of his time is taken up with frequent visits to 
 Trenton, for he does not say anything about his engagement. Probably 
 this is because he thinks we all know. 
 
 Mr. Jerome begins one of his stories thus : 
 Butler, Arthur W. " This story is about a Bishop : many stories are." 
 You know the story about " Bishop " and Jimmie 
 Westervelt ? Arthur had occasion to send a message to two of his class- 
 mates and told Jimmie that he had " sent telegrams to each of them." 
 " Do you mean that you sent two different telegrams to each of them, or 
 the same two telegrams to both? ' asked Jimmie. " Well Jimmie," said 
 Arthur, " You think that over when you go home to-night and tell me 
 about it in the morning." 
 
 Arthur writes : " To put into a nut shell my ' after life ' up to date — 
 I am neither married nor engaged nor have I amassed great wealth. 
 Notwithstanding these depressing facts my existence has been endurable 
 both to myself and others." — Modest boy, Arthur is ; but this last sentence 
 seems to discount the previous statements. — "I have fallen in line with 
 the other C. E.s and thrown up engineering."— Strange how c. e. sick all 
 these Scientifs get when once they are fairly launched, isn't it? But I 
 didn't suppose they would be laid out all in a row to do it.—" I am now 
 with the Central Trust Co. of New York, No. 54 Wall St., where I shall 
 be happy to see my classmates one and all, at any time, but especially 
 should they come to lunch me out." 
 
 After graduation Arthur went out West to be one of a corps of engi- 
 neers who were building a railroad in the state of Washington. His work 
 was so successful that he thought for a time of taking up his life work there. 
 He was persuaded to come East however ; and when he came was per- 
 suaded to stay. Now, as you see, he has exchanged the work of building 
 
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 new railroads for the more lucrative employment of reorganizing old 
 ones. I have an agreement with Arthur that whichever of us is engaged 
 first is to set the other up to a dinner. I am told that I have made a good 
 bargain. 
 
 I believe it was Buts' modesty 
 Butler Cortlandt Patterson that won for him the title "Amicus 
 
 Populi," which, being interpreted, 
 means " The People's Friend." The translation is for the benefit of Billy 
 Wilson who, you remember, acknowledged that he didn't understand 
 his own Latin salutatory except when it said " formosae puellae." When 
 Buts used to pass Joe Priest's he was too modest to invite the crowd in ; 
 so, shifting from one foot to the other, both hands in his pockets, he inva- 
 riably said : " Well, fellows, I think I must set myself up. Wait for me, 
 please." 
 
 Buts has overcome this modesty to a large extent. Not that he 
 ever takes the crowd in with him ; but he was actually seen at a seminary 
 " fuss fuss '' last year introducing the newly arrived serainoles to the for- 
 merly arrived girls. It's a good thing that he is learning to introduce 
 people even at this early stage of the game— excuse me, Buts, I mean 
 early stage of his clerical career, inasmuch as uniting introduced couples 
 will be one of his chief sources of income by and by. Buts' introduc- 
 tory method at the seminary reception was unique. Thrusting the per- 
 spiring neophyte in front of the lady, he simply said : " Miss Princeton 
 girl, this (with E O gesture) is an Irishman. Fine night, isn't it?" 
 Then he would leave. 
 
 It is reported that Butler is developing into a pulpit orator, thanks to 
 — (Buts cut out the rest of this sentence.) He is strangely ret- 
 icent on this point — we all have our reticent points. Chuck Harris' weak 
 point is library parties and Hawthorne ; but that's another story, as the 
 man said when he added a new floor to his house. Whoever this 
 miss-terious person is, she has certainly done C. P. much good, 
 though he still wears his hands in his pockets. That fault, however, I 
 understand is to be corrected next summer if all goes well. This is of 
 interest when taken in connection with the parenthesized remark in the 
 opening sentence of the following original document : " To the members 
 of the class of '92 : I, Cortlandt Patterson Butler, am a seminole (un- 
 married). I am a harder student than I used to be." Marty Bergen, 
 
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 Alonzo Church, the Bessons and other 4th division pollers will be glad to 
 hear this. Buts proceeds : "I am very well, considering the studies that 
 I have. A great many of the seminoles have wives besides their other 
 studies. Hebrew is difficult, but good for us. It is strengthening to the 
 mind and many of us need something of the kind. I expect to preach 
 when I get through here. My address is 26 Steadman street. I do not 
 know any thing else." 
 
 Well, then, make it up before the next recitation, please. The next 
 there, take it. That's good ! 
 
 Here we leave the ministry and turn our 
 Butler Howard C. minds to him who was our modern Socrates, the 
 perverter of youth, who first taught Alonzo Church 
 and Dick Coulter, two innocents abroad, the taste of the liquid that is red 
 and that warmeth the spot — Lord Pearson's helpmate, our own Mabel ! 
 (Enter Howard.) " Writing a letter seems to me very much like 
 making a speech at the class suppers — there is so little to write about, that 
 is, for many of us ; but I think it is a very good custom and that all should 
 contribute for the sake of some of the letters which we may expect. Think 
 of the letters from German Universities, from the globe trotters, to say 
 nothing of those from the men who will advise us to follow their ex- 
 ample and enter the joys of wedded life ! Compared with these, how tame 
 must be a letter written from the graduate department of prosaic old 
 Columbia, where a man has naught to occupy his time but his work — a 
 sad change from undergraduate life at our Princeton. * * * I am 
 trying to become an architect. There are three kinds, architects of fame, 
 architects of fate and architects of fortune. I haven't succeeded very well 
 with any of them yet, though the second branch seems more in my line. 
 The architects in the class are scarce ; but you all know what distinguished 
 company I have from '92 in the profession. From all 1 hear, the class 
 has every reason to congratulate itself upon numerous entries for the cup, 
 with our great exponents of base ball and foot ball as favorites. Then the 
 members seem to be doing well in their various callings. Fortunately, 
 only a few went into the law, and for them there is still a chance to get 
 out. The ministry is safe — since last fall — and the only regret is that so 
 many took up medicine here in the end of the century when materia 
 medica is so rapidly being supplanted by Faith cure, Mind cure and 
 other fin du siecle inventions. * * * 
 
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 So far our class has been noted for the frequency and success of its 
 re-unions ; why not keep it up ? * * * Frequent re-unions I take to 
 he expressive of the spirit which characterizes '92, which is peculiar to '92, 
 and which I hope '92 has imparted to future classes in some degree at 
 least. But since, do all in our power, we cannot all get together again, 
 let us take this means of meeting, through which I hope to salute each 
 and every member of the dear old class, which will cherish its alma mater 
 as long as one member remains." 
 
 Duncan is going to be a doctor. That's clear. 
 Campbell, Duncan But how in the under world he ever found out how 
 to spell the name of the medical school where he is, 
 is a mystery to me. Perhaps he came by it naturally, or perhaps he 
 had it thrust upon him, or perhaps he isn't sure himself. Anyway, this 
 is what he says: "I have been pursuing a course in medicine at the 
 Hahnemann Medical College in Philadelphia. I occasionally meet some 
 of the members of the Great and Glorious Class, and we never lose an 
 opportunity to cheer for Old Nassau. In regard to my address, I would 
 say that a letter addressed to Caledonia, New York, will always be for- 
 warded to me. Until the first of May, 1894, a letter will also reach me at 
 2122 N. 13th street, Philadelphia." 
 
 Duncan has not confined himself to meeting his classmates in the 
 City of Brotherly Love alone ; but he has been at almost all of our dinners, 
 including the one in New York at Thanksgiving time. 
 
 Candee has been working hard ever 
 Candee, Alexander Mitchell since graduation, and with good success. 
 
 He has been too far off to keep in touch 
 with Princeton by personal contact, as it were ; but you can see from his 
 letter that he has not lost any Princeton enthusiasm. Also, he has had a 
 brother here at college, whom certain of the class visited, in accordance 
 with the desire of the class that " all who should at any time have 
 brothers or sons at Princeton should give notice of the same, in order that 
 all '92 men may know where to go to demand, in the name of the Class 
 of '92, hospitality and whatever else may be deemed desirable." He 
 says: "The first year after graduation I spent in Anniston, Ala., em- 
 ployed in the Kadford Pipe and Foundry Company, manufacturers of 
 cast-iron water and gas pipe. In the summer of '93 I was transferred 
 
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 from the foundry at Anniston to that of the same company at Badford, 
 and my present address is care of the Eadford Pipe and Foundry Com- 
 pany, Eadford, Va. I cannot refrain from expressing my joy over our 
 victory on Thanksgiving day. ' Sacchus ' Symmes and I are trying to 
 hold a jubilee, but our celebration is rather tame. Still we can heartily 
 join in a toast to Princeton College and the Class of '92." 
 
 See how much the study and practice of 
 Carhart, Alfred Bangs law will do for a man ! It reconciles him to 
 anything else ; don't it? 
 " I went back to Princeton an additional year, and last June finished 
 the course in the Electrical School. A summer of meditation was ended 
 by entering the New York Law School, where so many of the class have 
 gathered. A couple of hours each day in a busy office reconciles me to a 
 residence in quiet Brooklyn." 
 
 Herbert has been an assistant to one of 
 Carter. Herbert Swift the lecturers at the " P. & S." for this year, 
 and is accustomed to sit in the "pit" at 
 lectures. That is probably the reason why his epistle is couched in such 
 humble terms. He says, and believes that he is working very hard. But 
 he looked very well and fat the last time I saw him. Furthermore, he 
 attends all class dinners possible, and drinks his class toasts like a man and 
 an ex-president. He writes : 
 
 " Your second flattering request for a letter from me for the class 
 book came a day or two ago. I should have answered the first one 
 promptly, but I knew you were aware of my location and occupation, and 
 as all the personal news I had to tell the cla«s was 'studying medicine in 
 New York, not engaged,' I did not reply. Yes ; my life — and the same may 
 be said of the rest of the '92 contingent at the College of Physicians and 
 Surgeons — is summed up pretty completely in two words — 'studying 
 medicine.' We are always encouraged by the old saying ' there is room 
 at the top ;' but without an elevator I fear your humble classmate will 
 hardly scale to the parlor floor. 
 
 " The spirit of the tiger is still strong within me, but unfortunately 
 has to be chained ; however, I hope to give him an airing next June, and 
 judging from the past, the other boys will be on hand with theirs." 
 
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 I rode down Fifth' Avenue from 
 Christy, Marshall Andrews the Thanksgiving game along side of 
 
 Marshall Christy. " Shep " Homans 
 sat on our laps. And we three rejoiced exceedingly, but "Chris." 
 most of all, for he knew that on the next day he should return to dwell 
 among the Harvard men, and to make mock at them until they should 
 weary, even as he also had been weary of their talk on the former days, and 
 until they should fain talk of their victory over the men of Pennsylvania. 
 Think then how great a work was before him, and how he would enjoy it ! 
 Since then I have not heard of or from him ; but I have seen no notice 
 that any untoward accident befell him and so trust that he is still safe. 
 This letter was written November 17th. 
 
 " Your circular letter was forwarded to me here, where I am at 
 present existing, and incidentally picking up what I can in a course at the 
 Harvard Law School. 1 studied a year in Pittsburgh, and then decided 
 to come here, whether wisely or not remains to be seen. But if being 
 kept busy is, as is said, so essential to law study, I guess that I have 
 found the right place. 
 
 I am occasionally reminded of days at Princeton, as I look out of my 
 window onto Jarvis Field, and think of the day in Sophomore year when 
 we all traveled up here. I am afraid that I shall not be able to reach 
 New York until Thanksgiving morning, and so cannot take in the dinner 
 the evening before. But I suppose that I will see plenty of '92 men the 
 next day, on hand to do a little rooting for Princeton. 
 
 I note also the gentle hint contained in your letter, but with Thanks- 
 giving Day so near at hand, I fear that an immediate response is impossible. 
 
 I hope that you are enjoying life at Princeton, and wish that I were 
 there too, instead of being condemned to stay here in the wilds of New 
 England. 
 
 This from our literary friend Lon Church. Lon's 
 Church Alonzo style is beautiful — as you will see when you read be- 
 low ; his handwriting is execrable — as you will not see, 
 for it could not be reproduced ; but his spelling is simply ordinary, trite. 
 My, how I hate people who spell their words always in the same way ! 
 They show so little originality. Also Lon finds fault with the Secretary ; 
 but the editor of this volume has judiciously cut out that part of his letter. 
 Here follows the rest of it: "Your printed circular has been re- 
 ceived and I will seize a few odd moments before bed time to reply. I 
 
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 shall be at the class re-union the night before Thanksgiving with both 
 feet. As to a letter for the class record, let me say that my life since 
 graduation has not been very productive of startling happenings, and it is 
 difficult to find material. I am neither married nor engaged, and not as 
 yet on intimate terms either with "Jim" Alexander, " Momo " Pyne 
 or Bayard Henry. Since I left college I have been working on the 
 Newark Daily Advertiser. I have been co-editor of a volume of classical 
 quotations, and have written a pamphlet for the New Jersey Historical 
 Society series. I have been a faithful Princeton heeler, have attended the 
 reunions, and games, and made several pilgrimages to Old Nassau. I 
 have a small brother, who is 6 feet tall and weighs 190, in the class of 
 '97, and all members of '92 are informed— per class resolution— that he is 
 rooming at N, University, where his brother's classmates will be always 
 welcome. I have had the good fortune to see a good deal of many mem- 
 bers of the old class, and "the revolving years " only serve to strengthen 
 my love for Princeton and for '92." 
 
 I learned, just as this is going to press, that Lon is on intimate terms 
 with all the policemen on the best beats in Newark, and that the keeper 
 of the morgue says that Lon will make such a fine remains that he will 
 be more than happy to arrange for his funeral at half rates. But Lon 
 does not need a funeral now. Furthermore his pull with the police makes 
 him a valuable coadjutor to Eugene Vanderpool, Tommy McCarter and 
 others of the Newark alumni, in the series of alumni banquets they are 
 having there this year. 
 
 I suppose "Pigeon" will be piqued, when he 
 
 Clay, Green, Jr. reads this book, because Fred Hosford has been 
 
 called the farmer of the class, Arthur Brown and 
 
 Bowdre Phinizy being passed over. For " Pigeon's " brother tells me that 
 
 he, Pigeon, has gone back to live on the farm at Mexico, Mo. 
 
 For some time after he left us, in the middle of Junior year, Pigeon 
 was at work as an engineer in Memphis, Tenn. Then for one season he 
 was a levee contractor on the Mississippi. Now he is at Mexico again. 
 He has made no application for the class cup— yet. 
 
 I always thought Cole was a poller. Now 
 
 Cole, Elmer Baldwin I am sure of it. I had not heard anything of 
 
 him except that he was teaching, until I re- 
 
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 ceived the following : " Nothing very startling has taken place in my 
 life since graduation. I have neither died nor been married. As to oc- 
 cupation, I was elected Instructor in Greek at Peddie Institute last com- 
 mencement, and am now performing the duties of that position." The 
 letter head of Peddie Institute says that it is "a first-class preparatory school 
 for both sexes," wherein are taught "All branches of Art," and which 
 boasts an "Astronomical Observatory," "Library of 5000 volumes," 
 " Fifteen experienced teachers," and a " Monthly journal of 20 pages." 
 Consider the advantages that Cole has, and think of the class cup ! 
 
 Professor Collins, late of Moore's Hill College, 
 Collins, V- Lansing Moore's Hill, Indiana, writes as follows : " You 
 say in your postal card l write about yourself as 
 well as about your address '. Let me begin with the address. My rooms, 
 No. 23 Edwards Place, Princeton, are located on the aristocratic side of 
 the blind alley commonly called Bergen Kow. There used to be a corn- 
 field on the spot where this house stands. I remember escaping from 
 Sophomores once in Freshman year by taking a short cut through the 
 corn. Edwards' Place is named after Jonathan E. (deceased). 
 
 I am taking a P. G. in French, German and Italian, and whatever 
 else comes along. Next year I hope to find a job in modern languages 
 somewhere. Last year I taught Latin, Rhetoric and Civics (!) in an 
 Ohioan High School for a month, and then accepted the classical 
 chair at Moore's Hill College, Moore's Hill, Indiana, a Methodist, classical 
 and scientific college of good local repute and nearly two hundred 
 students, male and female— hard workers, but not good to look at. I 
 remained there until last June, and found out how much Greek and 
 Latin I didn't know. They invited me to stay longer, but I regretted 
 A news bureau in Washington then gave me an insight into journalism 
 up to date, but the financial stringency killed the bureau 
 last October, and I came here to P. G. in modern languages. 
 I would advise fellows who have any ideals or idealistic tenden- 
 cies, to shun journalism, and I would advise everybody to avoid 
 co-education ; the first is good only for experience's sake ; the second for 
 matrimony. P. S. — Unmarried, unengaged, unsmitten." 
 
 We all know " Wilkie " Collins's fitness to fill a " classical chair " 
 in any institution. We vividly remember, years ago, before he had half the 
 learning which he has now, how he was asked the difficult question, 
 "Who, Mr. Collins, was lord of the infernal regions?" He answered 
 
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 without a moment's hesitation, " Plato ! " There was silence for a mo- 
 ment, and then a voice stentorian, stern and scornful, said " Plu-to ! " 
 
 Professor Collins led the Moore's Hill Glee Club and advertised him- 
 self as follows : — 
 
 COITCEET 
 
 BY THE 
 
 m # MOORE'S HILL GLEE CLUB, # m 
 
 TUESDAY NIGHT, APRIL 25, 
 
 AT ODD FELLOWS' TEMPLE. 
 
 under the direction of Prof. Collins, who was with the Princeton 
 
 College Glee Club for two years. This Glee Club furnishes 
 
 the kind of music that is appreciated by old and 
 
 young, and is found at no other concert. 
 
 DO IJOT WI55 HEfll^irjG TMEJIJ. 
 
 Reserved seats 25 cents. On sale at Harry Emrie's. 
 
 General admission, 15 cents. 
 
 It is a strange thing that a man like 
 Conwell, Leon Martin Conny should want to be a round something. 
 Once, you remember, he thought to accom- 
 plish this by wearing "Sackas" Symmes' knickerbockers. Then there is the 
 story that Charlie Spooner told about Conny at the dance. " When the 
 orchestra struck up, Conny put his arm around his partner and waited, as 
 she thought, to catch the step. Nothing happened for some seconds. 
 Conny stood there with his arm still in position, but showing no signs of 
 dancing. Finally she said : ' Mr. Conwell, hadn't we better start ? ' 
 Looking at her in the most bland and innocent manner, he answered, ' I 
 am very well satisfied as I am, thank you.' " Conny 's last attempt has been 
 to get around the world, and in this he was eminently successful. But I 
 have not seen him since, and don't know how much his trip has changed 
 him. Perhaps he has grown thin. 
 
 The first part of his letter is confidential ; but it is going to get 
 printed here by mistake. I hope the class will not read it. He says: 
 
 ' ' Your very natural request for a statement of my present status was 
 duly received, and has had the effect of saturating me with a sense of my 
 own importance, so that I could view with equanimity a request from the 
 Encyclopaedia Brittanica for a tabulated account of my weekly stipend, or 
 my capacity for apple pie and welsh rarebits. This is between you and 
 me, and here goes for the public announcement. As in the good old 
 academic days when I used to rely on a trot to pull me through examina- 
 
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 tions, so now I rely on my father to sustain me in maintaining the strug- 
 gle for existence, and my address is his address, 2020 N. Broad street, 
 Philadelphia, Penn. As for my occupation, I am a reporter, newspaper- 
 man or journalist, employed on the Philadelphia Eecord, and through its 
 columns I contribute my mite towards forming the opinions, political and 
 otherwise, of hundreds of thousands of subscribers. My most famous work 
 is a short essay on 'An Epidemic of Twins in Bucks County,' which 
 shook the social world in this State to its foundations. I hope shortly to 
 present this same to the faculty of dear old Nassau in the hope of attain- 
 ing that coveted degree of M. A. 
 
 My only excuse for existence is that I hope to be able to return to our 
 reunion next June, to drink the seductive beer, to puff the mild Havana 
 and pass a merry jest with my old friends and mates in the class of '92." 
 
 Cook writes below a letter head which tells of 
 Cook, Elmer Jacob the " Bel Air Academy and Graded School " which 
 was "Incorporated in 1812," and whose principal 
 and vice-principal are Elmer J. Cook, A. B. and J. S. Omwake, respect- 
 ively. He says that he finds his work there very pleasant and that 
 there are about fifteen Princeton graduates in Bel Air and vicinity. 
 "Billy" Stump is there for one. Cook sends his kindest regards to 
 every member of the Glorious Class. 
 
 Pierre is reading law in the office of 
 Cook, Pierre Frederick Bedle, McGee and Bedle, Jersey City, No. 1 
 Exchange Place, (First National Bank Build- 
 ing). Last year he lived at 226 West 58th Street, New York, with 
 Lucien Abrams. I think he has been and is still attending the New 
 York Law School. He has attended his class dinners regularly. He is 
 looking just as he did in college, save that his mustache is perhaps just a 
 trifle more bushy. P. S. " Duff " says Pierre is no longer at the New 
 York Law School. 
 
 Dick never was talkative ; but he has out- 
 Coulter, Richard Jr. classed himself in his letter for the class book- 
 His is the only letter which consists of a 
 single sentence. This is that sentence: " Your circular of Nov. 8 re- 
 ceived, and in reply will say that I am at present studying law, and after 
 admission to the bar, expect to practice in this place." Dick is in the 
 office of Moorhead & Head, a law firm of Greensburg, Pa. 
 
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 He went to the Thanksgiving game on the '92 coach, and when he 
 left us, he wore one of his seraphic smiles, ossified as it were, on his coun- 
 tenance. I thought that such an expression, if really permanent, 
 might be a hindrance in his profession, for the lawyers of the class are 
 such a sour-ball lot now that I have come to believe that expression is nine- 
 tenths of the law. I wrote to Dick about this matter, and he wrote 
 back : "In reply to your inquiry, I can say that the smile still lingers and 
 great hopes are entertained that it will be still broader by the time the 
 base ball season closes. I have put in a very quiet winter, but have 
 managed to get in a little work occasionally, aud am now expecting my 
 final examination for admission to the bar. So, the next time I see you, 
 you will hear all about the great rush of clients to my office." Dick has 
 been playing football these last two winters in Greensburg and vicinity. 
 There is a story current that he plays full-back and center at the same 
 time ; but there is some irregularity about the affidavit thereto. Also his 
 hair has not grown much lie-liter. 
 
 Covie has been ill, and has — in con- 
 Covington, Harry Franklin sequence?— written no letter for the class. 
 
 The following is from the pen of the 
 sometime " editor " of the Princetonian, who wrote in the days before the 
 
 " sheet " became a daily burden. 
 
 " Some threads singled from the tangled skein of H. F. Covington's 
 checkered existence, written in a few disjointed words of self re- 
 proving esteem. Covie (as he is sweetly called by others than his tra- 
 ducers), abandoned the exclusively agricultural occupation of sowing 
 wild oats, upon graduation. Last year he promoted a revival of learning 
 in Evelyn college by stimulating lectures on English literature. In 
 college the ' war has gone on ' merrily under the distinguished conduct of 
 General Covington. The most trusted weapons of offence — the canons of 
 aesthetic criticism, still volley and thunder in the old chapel. Estab- 
 lished as a member of the college faculty, Covington has won over to the 
 department a number of strong adherents of feminine persuasion. Though 
 no engagement is yet authorized, the writer may be permitted the opinion 
 that such an announcement is not the most improbable event of the 
 remote future. Covington has not definitely decided about his future 
 work, but inclines to the belief that he will keep up his " Literature and 
 Style," hang on to Princeton and swear by the class of '92." 
 
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 Covington has gone to his home at Snow Hill, Maryland, to recover 
 from the effects of his active service this winter. He is said to he much 
 better and to he coming back to Princeton soon. 
 
 Craighead writes from the office of Gaar, 
 Craighead, Milton Boyd Scott and Company, Richmond, Indiana, 
 This company manufactures steam and horse 
 power threshing machinery, engines, saw mills. He says: "I am 
 working as clerk in the collection and repair department of the above firm, 
 and have been in their employ since July '92." 
 
 No trace of Critchlow can be found. He 
 Critchlow, Frank L. was at East Northfleld, Massachusetts, for some 
 time after he left us. "Was in business there 
 part of the time, I think. He has never answered any of the letters 
 which I sent to him. One of these letters was opened by Mr. H. W. 
 Rankin of East Northfleld. Mr. Rankin wrote to me on Nov. 14, 1893, 
 as follows : " Nothing has been heard from Mr. Critchlow in nearly a 
 year, and no one here knows where he is. When last seen he was in 
 New York." 
 
 Since writing the above I have heard of Critchlow from McDowell and 
 McGaffin '94. When Critchlow recovered his health at Northfleld he 
 entered Williams College. There he broke down again. Then he went 
 abroad for quite a long time. He was in France and Germany, and ac- 
 quired a great proficiency in both French and German. Then for a time 
 he was in London. Since his return he has been in New York City. 
 He expects to visit Princeton soon, and if he does I hope to be able to get 
 his address from him in person. 
 
 " Punk " seems to have found a short 
 Curran, Orville Platt, Jr. cut to prosperity and to be almost, if not 
 quite, as successful as every r 92 man ought 
 to be. Unlike " Bishop " Butler, he seems to have thrown up only 
 '• Shailer and Schnighan." We will hope to hear of his engagement soon. 
 The printed matter in his letter is almost as voluminous as his corres- 
 pondence itself; but I leave you to imagine what that is. This is his 
 letter: " In replying to your circular, I would state that my address is 
 rooms 307-8, 101 Fifth Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa., and my occupation is 
 
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 Engineering and Contracting. In June, after leaving college, I took a 
 position as assistant engineer, with Shailer & Schnighan, an engineering 
 firm in Chicago. This position I held for about one year and a half. 
 This fall Hussey '92 and I formed the firm of Curran and Hussey of 
 Pittsburgh, Pa. We have been in operation about two months and 
 have had fine success. The future has a very bright outlook." 
 
 This is a letter from another modest man- 
 
 DaCosta, John C, Jr. The causes for his modesty will be found below. 
 
 He writes from the " Hospital of the P. E. 
 
 Church, Front St. and Lehigh Ave., Philadelphia, (take green cars on 
 
 5th St." 
 
 " Since leaving college there has happened to me nothing worthy of 
 note, and for this reason I did not answer your communication before. 
 I graduated at the Jefferson Medical College, of this city, in '93 ; served 
 in the hospital of the same until this March ; was assistant demonstrator 
 of surgery there for the winter term of this year ; am one of the munic- 
 ipal vaccine physicians, under the Board of Health, and am at present a 
 resident physician in this (Episcopal) hospital. And now you have a 
 resume of what has happened to me since I last saw Princeton in the 
 summer of '90." 
 
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 To tell the class that I have received no 
 
 Davis, George Kidder letter from " Turkey " would be very much 
 like announcing that our respected ancestor 
 Adam is dead. But what need of a letter ! Anyone who knew "Turk " 
 Davis in college can tell without any outside information where he is and 
 what he is doing— and besides we all read on the register in the Princeton 
 Exhibit at the Pair, the legend "George Kidder Davis, Wilkesbarre, 
 Pa. Coal King." Sure enough (that is, if rumor is true — and " Shep " 
 Homans says it is), " Turk " has verified his undergraduate prophecies 
 and is Coal King. 
 
 He went into the business with his father, but the men in the con- 
 cern were not sufficiently impressed by "Turkey's" business like ways 
 and failed, somehow, to look to him for guidance in matters of importance. 
 His father, at last accounts, had decided to resign and to make him 
 president of the company. But "Shep" may be mistaken in this, for 
 last Thanksgiving in most triumphant tones, " Turkey " announced to an 
 admiring and enthusiastically sympathetic group of classmates, that 
 
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 he was no longer picking slate but had been promoted and was now 
 mule driver. Be that as it may, he will some day be King Cole ; and 
 that venerable friend of our younger days, Mother Goose, must have 
 had a prophetic inspiration with "Turkey " on her mind when she wrote 
 " Old King Cole was a merry old soul, 
 
 And a merry old soul was he ; 
 He was fond of his pipe, he was fond of his bowl, 
 He was fond of his fiddlers three." 
 
 Davis is the Astronomer of the class. 
 Davis, Herman Stearns You all remember that he went to South 
 America to make observations during our 
 college course. He writes from Columbia College that during the 
 year '92-93 he was a graduate student of astronomy at Princeton. 
 During July and August of that same year, he " ran a sort of summer 
 school for conditioned Freshmen at Princeton ; while also continuing 
 observations and studies at the observatory." This year he has been at 
 Columbia, as University Fellow in astronomy. He says, about his life 
 there, " Besides doing fellowship work I have been acting practically as 
 night-hawk, making observations for the college in cooperation with Sig. 
 Fergola of Naples. The object is an investigation of the variation of 
 latitude, with special reference to its secular variation and period. Am 
 expecting to continue these same investigations until July or later. Have 
 not gotten married yet, but have ceased wearing short pants, and still re- 
 gard ' Doc ' Wright as the best bum in the class. The ' spirit of the 
 Tiger' still continues to hover in the air; but the 'bright side of 
 things ' is the other side, which like the moon's ' other ' side, keeps per- 
 versely so." 
 
 "Chip" gives a new excuse for not 
 DeLong, James Lucas writing promptly. But then he always was 
 good at that sort of thing. This is what he 
 says : " Pardon my delay in responding to your card. As you wanted 
 to know what I was doing, thought I would wait till I got something to 
 do before telling you. But seriously, my occupation at present is the 
 law, and I am patiently awaiting the necessary client. Don't think that 
 I can get to Princeton this spring, but hope to hear that the Tigers are as 
 good at baseball as they are at football. Well, here's to the Champion- 
 ship and all the fellows." 
 
 I hope you get your client Chip ! Any man who is as modest as 
 that — when he is a '92 man— ought to be gratified. 
 
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 Bobbie writes a good old happy letter, just 
 DENINSTON, Robert like all the rest of the medical students. By 
 Jove I they certainly are a happy, satisfied, 
 hard-working gang. He says : 
 
 "A pretty good crowd of '92 men gather around the College of Phy- 
 sicians and Surgeons' dissecting room tables, now and then, to discuss the 
 beauties of the last Yale game, and the baseball prospects, as well as the 
 doings of the members of the Glorious Class. Baron can call the meeting 
 together, with Evans, Carter, Mc Williams, Hale, Bailey, Bradley and self 
 present. We have not yet electrified the world with our doings and 
 wonderful discoveries, but just wait 'til we are let loose, a year from this 
 June. Beg pardon — McWilliams has, I think, killed several. The oper- 
 ation was done with his eyes, which need no description, though his 
 beard may need some. Don't be frightened; you can't see through it as 
 you do with Jack Adams'. If you know anyone dissatisfied with life, 
 just set them at medicine, which, though tough work with no evenings 
 off, is the most fascinating of professions. It combines all the others ; 
 Theology, — as a sick man can't get away from you ; teaching, — that's 
 what doctor means; law, — you have to lie ; journalism, — look at the pre- 
 scriptions ; architecture, — as you carve the finest structure formed, and so 
 on up to the nth power. There is nothing like it. Come up to the 
 Vanderbilt Clinic or Roosevelt Hospital and see for yourself, As to per- 
 sonalities, I might say, my mustache is about the size of Jimmie Wester- 
 velt's, in Freshman year, after he shaved it off to disguise himself from 
 Mat. Goldie ; while the hairs on the top of my head have at last count 
 numbered 472. Lord Pearson is easily out of it. After a few more years 
 I hope to know enough to cure a few old reprobates, so kindly send me 
 your friends, and in the meanwhile whoop 'er up for Princeton and 
 good old '92." 
 
 Bobbie had a beard himself last winter. He had typhoid and was ill 
 a long while. The fever left him with a certain weakness in the cuticle 
 of the face, — I don't quite understand how — and that was when the 
 beard came through. It was very bad. I mean to have typhoid fever 
 myself. Also he is wrong about his moustache, it is more like what 
 Bowdre's was. 
 
 Doty, like one other Arthur, has gone 
 Doty, Arthur Le Grand into business. He has been seen by many 
 and is well, happy, unmarried and en- 
 thusiastic in his sentiments toward Princeton and the Glorious Class. 
 
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 He writes : "I am at present with the house of Wm. B. Deming, 52 
 Exchange Place, New York City, in the Brazilian exporting business, 
 and reside at 27 Washington St., East Orange, N. J., and have no 
 'further information' to offer, excepting that I hope any '92 man, when 
 in my vicinity, will look me up." 
 
 He takes his nourishment and his class reunions regularly. 
 
 One of the first communications which 
 Duffield, Edward Dickinson your Secretary received in collecting this 
 
 series, was a brief autobiographical 
 sketch, from the pen of the author of " Scotch Granite." He tells that he 
 is studying law in the office of the Honorable P. W. Stevens and that his 
 business address is 810 Broad St. Newark, N. J., while the hospitable 
 roof which receives him through the night watches and at dinner time, is 
 located at 70 Park Place, Newark. His intention in studying law is to 
 become a lawyer. He hopes that this intention will be realized sometime 
 during 1895. This is about all he tells us ; for " his life," he cynically 
 adds, "since leaving college, has been like Wilkie Collins' beard, not 
 much to speak of." But the beard alluded to is not so slow as one might 
 think, and if Duff's fame shall cover the face of earth, half so effectively 
 as Collins' face is covered by its present adornment, the Class of '92 may 
 well be proud of their friend " Paddles " 
 
 " The Snipe " is seemingly ambitious. 
 Dunlop, George Thomas, Jr. He is pretty oratorical for ascientif. too. 
 
 Hear him : 
 
 I made a little calculation, a few nights ago, after I went to bed ; the 
 only time I have for such things. I found that if there were 27 hours in 
 a day I could manage to get through with the work I have cut out for 
 myself. — I am going to have the change made. 
 
 There is nothing romantic or thrilling in the two years of my life past 
 since I parted from the dear old class, but I have had plenty to keep my 
 bodily self occupied, and lately my mental self also. 
 
 Under the existing circumstances I do not find life dull or disagree- 
 able. During the day I occupy myself as private secretary to the Presi- 
 dent of the Washington & Georgetown Railroad Company and manage 
 the affairs of the Relief Association, an investment company of which I 
 am secretary. In the evening I study law and attend the lectures of the 
 Columbian Law School. 
 
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 This would seem to be doing the grand Law act under difficulties, 
 but then you know there are extenuating circumstances. When I con- 
 sider that, while I am getting my education in the Law, there is besides a 
 good salary coming in regularly every month, it doesn't seem so very bad 
 after all. 
 
 On the first day of July, just after leaving college, I went into the 
 Engineering department of the W. & G. R. R., (a cable road which was 
 not then completed) as a draughtsman. I remained at this for nearly a 
 year, when I was raised to the position of Assistant Mechanical Engineer, 
 and after six months resigned that place to take the one I now hold with 
 a better salary, shorter hours, and a good opportunity to study Law. 
 
 With the exception of a two weeks trip to Chicago and Kentucky 
 last summer and the Tale game in New York on Thanksgiving Day, I 
 have spent very little time away from my work. 
 
 I am, however, looking forward very hopefully to meeting most of 
 the grand old class of '92 again at the reunion in June. 
 
 I shall be very much disappointed if we have not big numbers at 
 that time and I shall come expecting to see an inimitable constellation 
 of luminaries completing their biennial orbit preparatory to the loyal task 
 of showing to the world the glories of Old Nassau. 
 
 G. Thomas Dunlop. 
 
 " Turkey " Dunn is another of our foreign 
 Dunn, John Tathem students, and like the rest, has not favored the 
 class with a letter. Last year he was studying 
 theology at the Chicago Theological Seminary. Early this fall he made a 
 visit to Princeton — he has a brother here — and then went abroad. He has 
 settled at Gottingen. The following is an abstract from a long letter which 
 he wrote to Bob. Bennett : 
 
 " I am very nicely located here. Have two small cosy rooms. At 
 present I do nothing but study German and write letters, and also, gen- 
 erally, take two walks a day. I have a nice view, from my window, of 
 the hills which form a minor part of the Hartz Mountains, and my regu- 
 lar walk is in these hills. They are public property, kept as a forest, and 
 consequently they form one large park. But while this forest possesses 
 many beautiful walks — lined with dense clumps of evergreens or beeches 
 or poplars, — yet it has not the primness of a park. While you realize the 
 fiager of man, the finger of God is no less plain. There are many cherry 
 orchards on the hills, and for a few pfennigs one can eat cherries all day. 
 I believe a tree can be reserved for a mark a day. ****** 
 
" I attended a function of a kneipe, given in honor of the Kaiser's 
 birthday. It consisted of toast, salamander and song — that kept up sev- 
 eral hours. The Germans stood it like men, but the Americans got as 
 drunk as lords. * * * * But you want to know about the '■ Damen." 
 I've met several. Friiulein Greta took me to a ball. It was charming. 
 " Mein Gott! wo geht der Mann I " screeched a fat German beauty as I 
 whirled up against her, for the German waltz is a continual whirl in the 
 same direction, from start to finish. I generally get lost at the start. 
 * * There are very nice German girls — good lookers too. There are 
 two in the family when- I board. ***** 
 
 I have met many Americans and they have been very kind to me. 
 But I am here for work, and have little to do with them. I am a mem- 
 ber of the club, and attend their monthly meetings, but that is about all. " 
 
 This is from "Little " Dunning. He 
 Dunning, Harry Slawson writes from Hosmer Hall, Hartford : 
 
 "It is a pleasure to write a few lines for the 
 class book, for it seems almost like meeting old friends and revisiting 
 Old Princeton. If the experience of the class is similar to mine, the four 
 years that we spent at Old Nassau are more thoroughly appreciated 
 now, than they were even at graduation time. I am sure that we 
 understand now the enthusiasm that always characterizes the Princeton 
 alumnus. As for myself, I spent last year very pleasantly at Lehigh 
 University, tilling a vacancy for one year in the teaching force there. At 
 present I am a junior at Hartford Theological Seminary. The work here 
 is ver}' interesting and student life at the Seminary most pleasant. With 
 kindest remembrances to all the members of '92, and with my best wishes 
 for the future of each one, I am, &c." 
 
 With this letter to the class, " Little " Dunning sent one to me. I 
 take the liberty of printing from it an extract, which shows what his 
 loyalty is. "My work since graduation has placed me where I have 
 rarely seen any of the fellows. About two weeks ago however, I met 
 VanNess, Biederwolf and Earnshaw at the Interseminary Alliance at 
 New Haven. Nevertheless I read the Princetonian and so feel some- 
 what acquainted with the affairs which are now interesting the college. 
 Of course Yale predominates here, and, being in the Yale atmosphere, I 
 hope more than usually for victory for Princeton on Thanksgiving Day." 
 This letter was written November 14. 
 
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 I did not know whether I was going to 
 Dunning, Smith Gardner get a letter out of " Big " or not, and so I 
 wrote to his cousin, Little Dunning. This 
 was his reply : " My cousin, S. G. Dunning, is a Middler at McCormick 
 Theological Seminary, his address being 1060 N. Halstead St., Chicago." 
 Just as this book was going to press, I received the following from Big 
 Dunning himself: 
 
 " The two years which have elapsed since leaving the shelter of Old 
 Nassau have been rather uneventful ones as far as they have had to do 
 with my career. The fall of '92 found me wending my way westward 
 with Chicago as the objective point. Being eastern born and bred, it 
 might be said that I was following to the letter the advice of Horace Gree- 
 ley. Yet I am not sure that this was meant to include the genus ' Sem- 
 inole,' and my lot has fallen into that catagory. 
 
 With four other members of '92 I was enrolled among the students of 
 McCormick Seminary and, with the exception of four and a half months 
 spent in driving over the prairie of Nebraska as a Sabbath School mis- 
 sionary, the intervening time has been spent at the above institution here 
 in Chicago. Of course you all know that Princeton won the foot-ball 
 game last fall and that I am still unmarried." 
 
 I took the liberty of changing the last sentence of this letter; but it 
 was only the wording that I changed, not the sense. Big Dunning gives 
 us the smallest idea of Chicago of anybody yet. For instead of describ- 
 ing the "Windy City " as being blown all over three states, he tells us 
 that it is an objective point. — (Sic). 
 
 This makes the third theologue that I 
 Earnshaw, Albert Frost have had to write up in succession. We 
 
 have lots of theologues in the class, and 
 they are a very white crowd. I am one myself just now. But you will 
 see below that Earnshaw is the black sheep of our theological flock. He 
 says: " I spent last year in the Y. M. C. A. at Orange, N. J., and am 
 now in Union Seminary, New York City, taking in all the heresy that 
 Briggs has to offer. I find it to be of the most moderate description." 
 Printed in this way, this letter barely escapes the condemnation of Dick 
 Coulter's letter, viz., that it contains only one sentence. But the rest of 
 Earnshaw's letter was about why he did not come to the class reunion the 
 evening before Thanksgiving. 
 
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 " Toughey " is about the same innocuous crea- 
 Easton, John William ture that he was in the days of his intimacy 
 with " Chew chew" and Tindle. He has of late, 
 however, joined forces with " Wilkie " Collins and " Benediction " Bennett, 
 and formed a sort of ministerial minstrel troupe, under an unpronounce" 
 able name. This select crowd inflict the simple-hearted natives of New 
 Jersey with songs of more or less reputable character — mostly less. Al- 
 though he fails to give any information in regard to matrimony, it is com- 
 monly alleged that he is still a bachelor, but that he did not mean to be. 
 However let him speak for himself : " Ever since graduation I have 
 been pursuing a course of study in the Electrical School, here in Prince- 
 ton. If the fates are propitious I finish in June and then expect to join 
 the rest of the boys in the wide, wide world. (Look out boys! prepare 
 yourselves ! Toughey is coming !) I hope to be able to secure a position 
 in SMine of the large electrical companies, but as yet my plans for the fu- 
 ture are very indefinite." 
 
 Here is another of the men who write on paper 
 Ellison Edward D. having a printed letter-head. This letter-head sets 
 forth that the sheet below comes from the " Law 
 office of Edward D. Ellison, 903 New York Life Building, Telephone 
 1603." The owner thereof writes : " In October '92 I commenced stu- 
 dying law here (i. e., Kansas City, Mo.). In September '93 was admitted 
 to the Bar and am now located at the above address in the law office of C. 
 O. Tichenor, the leading attorney of this part of the State. Have neither 
 made nor married a fortune, so have nothing of importance to mention in 
 this regard." " Eddy's" ambition seems to be a pecuniary one, does it 
 not? Perhaps it was the thought of marriage and femininity — I hope the 
 printer will know how to spell that word — contained in his last sentence, 
 that moved him to add a postscript to his letter: " Played tackle on the 
 K. C. Athletic Club Foot-Ball Team (big capitals) this fall, and have um- 
 pired a few games between the Western University teams, on the strength 
 of being a Princeton man." Think what a college education does for a 
 fellow. 
 
 This is the only contribution which I have 
 Elmer, William Jr. been able to get from " Babe." 
 
 11 Dear Kelly : — How long do I have to write my 
 letter? I think Lillv is working for 'Snake' Ames in Chicago. An 
 
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 address of 'Pop' Field's which I ran across the other day is Ft. Mc- 
 Pherson, Atlanta, Ga. At least that is where his father was stationed.' 
 That would be forwarded to one or the other." 
 
 "Willie has grown quite tall lately. He keeps well and is happy all 
 day long playing with armatures and such things. When he graduates 
 from the Electrical School, which he is going to do soon, he is going to be 
 an electrician. 
 
 I have not been able to find out anything 
 
 English, Albert S. about English since he left college in March, 
 
 1889. The Nassau Herald says he is a lawyer. 
 
 But I have no address to which to send his letters. Any information 
 
 about English will be gladly received at headquarters. 
 
 The " Little Devil " was roused easily. Most 
 Evans, Alfred devils I believe are. This is what he wrote last Decem- 
 ber — like the white devil that he is — but I don't know 
 how he feels about it now. 
 
 " Many apologies for my long delay in answering your circular of 
 Nov. 8. Have been exceedingly busy — that would make many of the 
 boys smile. My address to-day, now and forever, is Warners, Onondago 
 Co., New York. I am doing a very large amount of work — in my own 
 estimation — for a very diminutive recompense. My occupation (I nearly 
 said amusement) is running, superintending and almost owning the chem- 
 ical department of the Empire Portland Cement Co. My hardest work is 
 drawing my breath, sometime it draws ' Little Devil.' Kesults of my 
 labor : profits, great ; liabilities, greater ; pecunia, least. Am soon to 
 be "the same old hoss " as 'Chew' Somerby and Jesse Riggs, i. e., 
 married. The young lady, Miss Lillian Byrnes of G-alveston, Texas, who 
 asked me if I would marry her, has said ' yes,' and before the gentle rains 
 and idle idly winds of March '94 have come ' Little Devil ' will be lost 
 forever. Shake, Jesse. Will give the particulars of the annex as they 
 occur. Won enough on the Yale game to pay up all my I. O. U.s con- 
 tracted by playing big casino and checkers during my lovely, long, green 
 Freshman year. I have never lost interest for a moment in Princeton or 
 good old '92 and never expect to. Yours mostly of the Tiger stripe." 
 
 So he is making materials for pits, fire-places etc. I think as I 
 read this letter of those famous lines of — I don't remember whom — but 
 here they are anyway : 
 
II 
 
 " From his brimstone couch at break of day 
 Awalking the devil is gone ; 
 To visit his snug little farm, the earth, 
 And see how his stock goes on. 
 
 And how then was the devil dressed ? 
 
 Oh, he was in his Sunday best; 
 
 His jacket was red and his breeches were blue, 
 
 And there was a hole where the tail came through. 
 
 Over the hills and over the dales 
 
 He went, and over the plain, 
 And backward and forward he switched his tail 
 
 As a gentleman switches his cane." 
 
 No reflection on Alfred's tailor was intended by any part of that 
 quotation ; but you know how he does walk. 
 
 I am sorry that I have not been able to get a 
 Evans, Evan Norton letter from "Evvy." He has been sick lately, 
 and probably his illness accounts for his failure 
 to write. As a last resort I telegraphed " Baron " Kouwenhoven to look 
 him up, but have received no response. Evans has been a prosector at 
 the College of Physicians and Surgeons in New York for two years, and 
 has made a great success of his work as every one knows. Last summer 
 he spent in Edinburgh, Scotland, studying anatomy. I believe he intends 
 to go again this year. 
 
 Mr. M. S. Farr, M. S., has not had time to write 
 Farr, Marcus S. for the Class Book. That means that " Venus " was 
 a fellow in biology in Princeton last year and earned 
 the degree of Master of Science. This year he has held a fellowship in 
 the Chicago University, where he has been working very hard. There is 
 a rumor that he is coming back to Princeton shortly. 
 
 You never would believe how respected and respect. 
 
 Farrand, Max able Max has grown. All the little kids of the town 
 
 run to him and say to him " Gimme a penny please." 
 
 He has credit in the town, now, too. Why, when I want anything 
 
 charged at the Princeton Inn or Hankins' or any other swell place, and 
 
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 there is any trouble about it, I say that I know Mr. Farrand of 7 Edwards 
 Place {nee Bergen row), and the clerk, he says : " That will be all right, 
 sir," — sir, just because I know Farrand ! ! But Max will smoke and talk 
 with the alumni. This is what he says for himself: 
 
 " Four years of Princeton were not enough to sour me on the place, 
 and the two years since graduation, spent here, have only served to deepen 
 the love for this incomparable spot. 
 
 " Nominally, I have been here to study history, and to take the de- 
 gree of Ph. D., but as one of my pals has remarked,— my course has been 
 rather in athletics, and the only degree I deserve is that of Doctor of Foot- 
 Ball ; but such insinuations are unworthy of notice, and, even if they were 
 true, I don't think that I could regret it after the way the game resulted 
 on Thanksgiving-Day. 
 
 " My own idea is that I have worked very hard, but have not ac- 
 complished much to show for it. At any rate, I am going to con- 
 tinue along the same line of work, but unfortunately not in the same 
 place, for if the gods are good, I hope to be in Germany next year. 
 
 All of which means that I am preparing myself to teach history, and 
 I now give fair warning that if any member of the class sends any of his 
 numerous offspring to the institution which has the misfortune to have 
 me as one of its instructors, I will see to it that the kid is conditioned, 
 whether he deserves it or not, simply out of respect for his father's memory, 
 lest the child should ever boast that he was better than his sire." 
 
 The unknown author of " The Young Man from 
 Field, Robert P. Melese," has not been heard from, and has sent no 
 letter for the Class Book. You all remember the 
 ballad which once appeared in " that Tiger paper," setting forth that 
 
 " A certain young man from Melese, 
 Upset a large bee-hive of bees ; 
 
 Becover he may, 
 
 But his language they say, 
 Created a blight on the trees." 
 
 I am told that " Pop " spent the first year or so after he left us, at 
 Atlanta, where he was engaged as an engineer, in laying out a railroad. 
 Notwithstanding his efforts, however, the road got up again, and has 
 passed away in smoke altogether. And now, in a fit of pique, " Pop " 
 has entered the army, and thinks he can do up Indians anyway. Another 
 
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 explanation has been offered for the change in " Pop's " occupation, viz., 
 that while at Atlanta he was so smitten by the beauty of the Queens of 
 the South, that he was obliged to abandon all work, "on account of his 
 eyes," and that now he has gone to be a soldier man at Washington, where 
 he can go out in the evening to his heart's content. For, as he used to 
 say in college, " It isn't worth while to go out in the evening if you have 
 to work all day " — or else it was, " it isn't worth while to go to recitations 
 all day if you have to go out in the evening.". I've forgotten which it 
 was he said. Apropos of this explanation, there comes to mind another 
 lyric which appeared in a certain Yale publication : 
 
 " There once was a young man named Howe, 
 Who attempted to milk a young cow ; 
 
 But the beast felt annoyed 
 
 At the means he employed, 
 And he's not doing anything now." 
 
 All this is a slander on " Pop." I do not know that he ever took up 
 milking for an occupation, and I do not believe that his occupation, what- 
 ever it has been all these whiles, has had upon him the effect mentioned 
 in the case of Mr. Howe. I understand that he has entered the army and 
 is stationed near Washington, and that the way to reach him is to address 
 care of Captain Edward Field, U. S. A., Fort Adams, Newport, 11. I. I 
 have tried that way and failed perfectly, so I can recommend it to you. 
 
 This letter of John's reads like a response of 
 Gaston, John M. an oracle — save that is not quite so ambiguous — and 
 I had best not spoil it by any profane word of mine : 
 " Since graduation I have been continuing my studies at the Prince- 
 ton Seminary. Spent the first summer at my home in East Liverpool, 
 Ohio. Last summer I supplied a church in Ivingsville, Ohio." 
 
 Gibby pleads guilty to three charges: (1) 
 Gibby, Herbert Budd Being a saw-bones. (2) Being a member of the 
 U. of P. (By the way he has been on the U. of 
 P. Glee Club). (3) Growing a beard. He, however, has done his best 
 to alleviate the pain occasioned by the latter, by removing the same, and 
 the class can attend the reunion next June in safety. He says : 
 
 " I am at present nearing the close of the second year of a three years 
 course in medicine at the University of Pennsylvania. I think that the 
 
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 most interesting information that I can give the class regarding myself, 
 will be negative information. I am not married, not engaged and have 
 no serious intentions. My address in the city is 3610 Locust St., and my 
 home address is 194 Nassau St., Princeton, N. J." 
 
 I tell you, fellows, I've got an inspiring 
 Graham, John Young subject to write up now ! All John-Brown- 
 Bread's spare time since Christmas has been 
 spent putting off the writing of his letter. Last night I enticed him over 
 here, and after some heating discussion — John is stronger than he looks — • 
 persuaded him that he was able to write his letter at once. Then he 
 sought out a copy of the Book of Genesis in Hebrew. He said at first 
 that he " wanted it to write on ;" but when I called his attention to the 
 table which I had prepared for him, he said he wanted it for the sake of 
 its originality. He put his elbows on the Genesis and sighed. Great 
 drops of perspiration stood out upon his features. At the end of three hours 
 he produced the following : (1ST. B. The above statements are exag- 
 gerated and misleading.) 
 
 " The two years that have elapsed since graduation I have spent here 
 in Princeton, measuring my insignificance with a biological yard-stick." 
 (He must mean tape.) " My position is that of Demonstrator in Biology. 
 It is not much in itself, " (biology) " but yet I feel sure that the exper- 
 ience I have gained, and the thorough knowledge of elementary facts that 
 my work has necessitated, have justified me in spending two years in this 
 way." That's a fact. To adapt a well-known quotation, men will say 
 of John for many whiles to come, 
 
 " None couldn't quicker skin a cat, 
 Or draw a wall-chart straighter." 
 
 John continues thus : " During the first year, I had before me as an 
 inspiring example of a hard worker, Maggie Magie. I mean this in all 
 earnestness. Maggie certainly did a great deal of hard work that year. 
 Then, too, our existence was enlivened each day by an anecdote from 
 '* Gresh," and George Betts kept us in touch with the great social world. 
 Besides the "Shanty" crowd kept green the memory of undergraduate 
 days. Now " Mag " has gone, and the " Colonel " and " Gresh " and Stevie. 
 Max Parrand and Jesse Williams are left, however, and Freddie Hosford 
 and " Mike " Prentice have come to reinforce us. But we are no longer 
 undergraduates, and the old place seems different somehow." 
 
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 On the sixteenth of May I am going to have John's hair cut, and 
 am going to take him to Germany. I will leave him there. When he 
 comes hack he will probably have a nice black beard. But think of the 
 new long words that he will know. 
 
 John, as he tells you above, has been Demonstrator in Biology 
 at Princeton for two years. His work has been such that he has com- 
 manded the respect of every one with whom he comes in contact. He 
 leaves Princeton to study biology abroad. 
 
 No letter has come from " Alice." Charlie Gu- 
 
 Graham, Wm. M. lick has heard from him, and says that the following 
 
 address is correct, viz : W. M. Graham, 44 Cotton 
 
 Exchange, New York City. Certain it is that letters marked so, unlike 
 
 the cat, do not come back. 
 
 I was afraid that " Mother " Graver was lost. 
 Graver, Edward Graver left college in April, 1889, and from that 
 time I heard nothing definite about him until last 
 February, when I received from him the letter which is below. But 
 my not knowing him simply argued myself unknown. I find that many 
 of the class have seen him from time to time, and now he is living " wid 
 de gang " at 145, 147 and 149 West 61st St., in the great metropolis. He 
 says : " Your circular unfortunately did not reach me as you presumed, 
 else I should have answered it sooner. You will find my present address 
 given above, but it is merely a temporary one, and 48 Beech St., Alle- 
 gheny City, will always reach me. 
 
 " I am at present pursuing a post-graduate course in medicine at the 
 College of Physicians and Surgeons in this city and will probably not be- 
 gin to practice for several more years, as I wish to utilize that time in ad- 
 vanced study. 
 
 " I have now a brother in the class of '97 at Princeton, and my in- 
 terest in the college has not diminished any. I was with him at Prince- 
 ton for several weeks at the beginning of this term, and after an absence 
 of nearly three years was agreeably surprised in finding the improvements 
 and advancements made by the college so vast. I hope this improvement 
 may continue." 
 
 Andy does not give any address in his 
 
 Gray, Andrew Caldwell letter except simply Washington, D. C. I 
 
 suppose everybody there knows where he 
 
 lives. Probably people know him at first sight, as did the man who 
 
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 " steered for the open sea." But I think it is more likely that he has 
 changed so that many of his best friends would not recognize him. Think 
 what Andy must be like now that he finds life "but a dreary round of 
 " work." This is what he writes about it : 
 
 " I have had such an uneventful time since leaving College that I 
 find some difficulty in saying anything, beyond the fact that I am well 
 and working hard. The study of the law requires so many reference 
 books that I have come to Washington this winter to have the benefit of 
 the Congressional Library. Beyond the fact that I see McKenny, the 
 social butterfly, occasionally, life is but a dreary round of work. Hutch, 
 has been here this month attending the annual convention of Daughters of 
 the Revolution, of which he is an active member. He is looking well, 
 but reports himself out of the race for the class cup." 
 
 Andy and the delegate to the convention of the Daughters seem to 
 have reacted on one another, as you will observe when you consult anoth- 
 er page of this volume. 
 
 " Long " Gray writes from the office of " Scott 
 
 Gray, C. Albert & Gray, Special Correspondents, 26 Church Street, 
 
 New York," and incloses a card which asserts that 
 
 the said Scott & Gray are "Proprietors" of a " news syndicate," doing 
 
 business in New York and Chicago. He says : 
 
 " Joe Huston told me in New York a week ago that you desired the 
 present addresses of all classmates. My business address is 26 Church St.; 
 residence, 16 East 129th St. I am a partner of W. J. Scott, and with 
 him am directing a journalistic enterprise. We have contracts with nu- 
 merous papers in the East and West. Last summer we had a large 
 business of the same character in Chicago. There we were located at the 
 Exposition. 
 
 " I should be glad to receive any of the class at either 26 Church, or 16 
 East 129th Street." 
 
 Gresh. is down at "the Hopkins " with Bobbie 
 Gresham, LeRoy Stevenson, polling history. Gresh says he is " try- 
 ing to make up for the time he wasted at college." 
 Of course we all hope he will ; but like the lotion which the Irish lady 
 bought to renew her complexion, "He's a good wan if he kin do it." 
 Last winter Gresh. spent at Princeton earning a Master's degree. This is 
 what he writes from Baltimore : 
 
" I have no history of myself to give, except that I am studying for 
 a Ph. D. in History at the Johns Hopkins. I am neither married nor 
 dead. I don't expect to be at the Class Dinner, but do expect to send you 
 some money very shortly." 
 
 Now there is a certain merit in the last sentence of the above, and a 
 certain noble superiority over the last-but-one sentence of Marshall Chris- 
 ty's letter, which the Secretary would most heartily commend to all the 
 Class. But the money has not come yet. 
 
 Charlie lives in the same street with me now, 
 
 Gulick, Charles V. or rather I live on the same street with him and 
 
 I can testify that Charlie is well and happy, and 
 
 that to the best of my knowledge and belief he is not engaged. He says : 
 
 " My time since leaving college has been passed in the ' good town ' 
 where very frequently the familiar faces of many classmates are seen. 
 Am in business, and my most cheerful occupation is the outfitting of 
 championship teams who represent 'Old Nassau.' This, together with 
 some real estate interests on the coast, visible at low tide, have engrossed 
 my attention for the past two years. Am not married and have not at any 
 stage of the game been engaged. 
 
 " My best regards to all the men and wishes for their success and 
 prosperity in life's path." 
 
 There will be a boom in the undertaking and 
 Hale, Henry E. gravedigging business when all our class doctors begin 
 to get in their work. Here's another man learning the 
 newest and most approved methods of killing. It's remarkable what a 
 bloodthirsty class we really are. And yet who would have thought it of 
 us during our college days — particularly in our Sophomore year on Wash- 
 ington's Birthday, and on the night of the cane spree with '93. Three 
 canes, I think, wasn't it? And how many scalps? 
 
 Henry Hale starts out with this cheerful Tigerism : " Although there 
 are some twenty more pounds incorporated in me than there were last 
 summer, I am not yet great enough to begin my autobiography." Cheer 
 up, Henry! twenty pounds in six months isn't bad. "Stiffs" must be 
 good carnifact. (How does that word grab you, Brownbread ?) You'll soon 
 be great enough for an autobiog., and when it does come, be sure to give 
 
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 a detailed account of how the pilot on the Fall Eiver boat ordered you 
 and " her " to get off the bow because your figures embarrassed him and 
 interfered with his steering. 
 
 Henry informs us that Baron Kouwenhoven , Clarence McWilliams 
 and Bobby Denniston live and move and eat with him at 147 W. 61st St., 
 New York City, and the '92 spirit is strong in the house— so strong that 
 it sometimes bubbles over into old-time horse-play. Space however pre- 
 vents me from giving Henry's full description of a recent occasion of said 
 bubbling. He is at the College of Physicians and Surgeons, and, I un- 
 derstand, is to go out as a medical missionary to Timbuctoo or some other 
 good African summer resort. 
 
 " Fish" has changed; yes, without doubt he has 
 Hall, Frank H. changed, since the days he used to wear that brace of 
 Plymouth Rocks into Physics and cause as much mirth 
 thereby as "Billy" Shick's lightning beard changes. Why, those trousers- 
 excuse me, "Fish " ; pants — made more noise than we have been able to get 
 from your whole outfit, tongue included. He says that he is spending his 
 time as Law Student (?) (notice the capitals) in the office of Dickinson, 
 Thompson & McMaster, No. 1 Exchange Place, Jersey City, N. J. You 
 were cut out for a lawyer, " Fish," and if you go on the principles you 
 adopted in Freshman year to break your room contract, you will end either 
 by being leader of the Weehawken bar or a boodle alderman in Hoboken. 
 " Fish " used to room at the house of a worthy Princetonian, Thomas by 
 name, and notwithstanding that the said W. P. had forced " Fish " to take 
 the room for a year he bought a room in college at the end of first term. 
 (By the way, did Bob Denniston ever pay up that four months' rent he 
 owes ?) "Well, " Fish " said he was going to leave, contract or no contract, 
 and the W. P. said, go or stay, the room must be paid for. "Fish" plead 
 and swore, but to no effect. It was easier to convince a professor of a 
 mistake upon his roll than to move the heart of thatW. P. " Fish " was in 
 disgrace. At last, struck by a happy thought, he took unto himself seven 
 other sports more evil than he and started in for a night of wild debauch. 
 Songs that would have shocked the habitues of Koster's, stories that would 
 have made the fortune of" Town Topics," and above all " Old Woman " 
 Hanna in a costume in which she resembled the condition of a prophet in 
 his own country, i. e., without much ''on her," combined to make the 
 night hideous. At last the W. P. ascended the stairs and demanded 
 
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 quiet and for his pains was " sarced." Enraged, he shouted, " Depart— 
 leave the room — the house — and never let your face annoy me again." It 
 was done. Fish had proved that there is always more than one way to 
 skin a cat, or as G. W. B. puts it, to kiss a girl. 
 
 This letter is from Frank Halliday, and for an 
 H alli day, Frank H. insurance man, is particularly modest and reticent. 
 He writes from the office of the " Seaboard Depart- 
 ment " of the "Manhattan Life Insurance Company of New Yo'rk," 
 " Halliday & Cook, General Managers " 
 
 "In compliance with your request as made in your circular bearing 
 date of November 8th, 1893, I take pleasure in sending you my ad- 
 dress. My home address is 115 Seminary St., Kahway, N. J., and my 
 place of business is 115 Broadway, New York City. I would be pleased 
 at any time to have you call, or in fact would like to be favored with 
 a call from you, or any of the boys who feel inclined that way. You 
 ask me to write anything else that will be of interest to the rest of the 
 Class; I do not know that this will interest them, but it ought to. I 
 am in the insurance business, life, and as the boys are competing for 
 the cup, they ought to bear in mind that, in justice to his wife and 
 family, and injustice to the Class of '92, each one ought to provide for 
 the future immediately by calling on ' the undersigned.' " 
 
 Frank left '92 in February, 1890. Since then he has been in very 
 active business work in several places. He was in Ked Bank, New Jer- 
 sey, for a while. He soon devoted himself to the insurance business, how- 
 ever, and finally settled down in New York, where, I am told, he is very 
 successful. At any rate, he was looking very well and happy the last 
 time I saw him, not long ago. Of course you all know that he was mar- 
 ried a year ago to a Princeton girl. 
 
 Jack's handwriting is as bad as Lon 
 Hanna, John Hunter Church's, or as Jack's own hair in Freshman 
 year. Below you will find as much of what he . 
 says about himself as the printer can make out.— Of course this is a slan- 
 der. I have looked over it carefully and I can read almost all of it. 
 
 "Since leaving college I have followed the usual uncertain life of a 
 civil engineer. About two months after our separation at Princeton I 
 took a position as transitman on a surveying party for the L., St. L. & T. 
 
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 R. E., a small Kentucky road, and enjoyed the beauties of living in the 
 woods and working on the railroad for ten months, when the road unfor- 
 tunately went into a receiver's hands. Then I went to my home at Hen- 
 derson, Ky., and for the next nine months did a little surveying and gen- 
 eral engineering work, and a good deal more of loafing, until the middle 
 of February, 1894, when I came on here to Washington to take a position 
 as draughtsman in the engineer's office of the Washington and George- 
 town R. R. Though I have not had a chance to see again the dear old 
 place where the four happiest years of my life were spent, I sincerely hope 
 to be there before a great while ; and the memory of Princeton and the 
 Class of '92 is as dear as it was when we held our last meeting around the 
 cannon." 
 
 By the way, Jack, " that Freshman " of yours has grown up to be a 
 great big Senior, and he does not take off his hat when he meets a '92 man 
 any more. I am glad he has grown up ; but I am sorry he has given up 
 that good old custom of his ; for true worth ought to be recognized. It is 
 good for the one who recognizes it when he sees it. 
 
 I have not been able to get a letter from our 
 Hanson, Howland ex-Lynde debater. The following are the fruits of 
 researches in the matter of his history : That his ad- 
 dress is care of Chicago Theological Seminary, Chicago, 111. That he is 
 pursuing the course of the second year in that — -Congregational — Seminary : 
 That he has charge and conducts the services of a church at Savannah, 
 111., at the same time. Ward says he was married last fall. 
 
 I never in the world could tell you all the 
 Harris, William, Jr. stories that are afloat about " Chuck " and his vari- 
 ous girls and the scandalous times that he has in 
 the summer. These tall, slim, fair-haired, blonde-complexioned youths do 
 naturally have great advantages. This is a story that I read once. A 
 young man strolled up to a barn-yard fence and looked over at the cows 
 that were waiting to be milked. One big red cow opposite him was low- 
 ing to beat the band. The farmer, who had begun his milking, seemed 
 to be a sour-ball anyway, and to be particularly annoyed by the red cow. 
 By and by the young man said to him, " What makes that cow make that 
 noise?" " Darn me," said the farmer, "ef I doan' b'lieve ther consairned 
 keow-critter beller-bawls 'kais et hearts 'er ter look et yer humbly face." 
 Now you know that story has nothing to do with " Chuck." 
 
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 But "Will has been working hard too, and he has the right spirit 
 about it, if he does sometimes think he is wavering from the strictness of 
 the faith of his presbyters. This is what he says for himself: 
 
 " An ancient king admonishes youthful aspirants to greatness with 
 the sage advice, ' Let not him that girdeth on the harness boast himself as 
 he that putteth it off.' And as I have no achievements whereof to glory, 
 I may easily obey the wise injunction. 
 
 " Came back to Princeton to the Seminary in the fall of '92, and hope 
 to graduate next year. Expect then to go into missionary work either in 
 this country or in the foreign field. 
 
 " Have developed into a high Churchman — with a capital C— and a 
 rank socialist, and never miss a chance to air these most heterodox views. 
 
 " Am not engaged. Prospects poor. Have come to look on Mon- 
 asticism with great favor. 
 
 " None miss the good old days and the dear old class as much as we 
 few lonely stragglers who still linger under the shade of the Princeton 
 elms. I cannot close this epistle therefore without reminding the fellows 
 that no pleasure will ever be greater than to share my bed and board, both 
 while here in Princeton and in the after years, with the men of '92. Long 
 live the Class of '92 ! God bless us one and all !" 
 
 " Redny " writes from 1317 Walnut 
 Hart, Charles Delucena St., Philadelphia: 
 
 " I am now living permanently in Philadel- 
 phia at the above address. My occupation is the study of medicine at the 
 University of Pennsylvania, which I find is a very different sort of a place 
 from Princeton. I am glad to say that all the '92 fellows I have met re- 
 cently were well, and I hope that you will receive equally good news from 
 all quarters." 
 
 This letter does not give us very much news about " Redny," but what 
 can you expect from a man who is studying at the U. of P. This much 
 news, however, I can give about him, that like Conny he has spent some 
 time in travelling since graduation, and has been around the world. 
 
 "Horse" Harvey wrote from 3 Rue Cas- 
 
 Harvey, Hayward A. tiglione, Paris, on Nov. 23, 1893 : " Since leaving 
 
 the class of '92 1 have been with the Harvey 
 
 Steel Company of New Jersey, having works at Newark. N. J., and of- 
 
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 fices at 52 Wall St., New York. I first looked after tests, and experimen- 
 tal work ; was then made Asst. Superintendent, and finally Superinten- 
 dent. I filled this position from July, 1892, until Oct. 25, 1893. Our in- 
 terests on this side of the water demanded my presence in Europe, so I 
 was assigned here as consulting engineer for our European companies, of 
 which we have four. I shall he here from six months to a year, perhaps 
 more. My address for the next six months will be care- Edwin Marshall 
 Fox, 34 Victoria St., London, S. W." 
 
 This letter itself is enough to tell how much success and prosperity 
 Harvey has had since he left Princeton. 
 
 Soon after our graduation, Harry went to 
 Havens, Henry Clay Beirut, Syria, to teach in the Protestant College 
 there. At first he was an instructor in the pre- 
 paratory department. Last summer he spent some time travelling through 
 the Holy Land. This winter he has been at the head of the preparatory 
 department, and next winter he is to be a professor in the college itself. 
 When he went to Beirut he intended to stay only three years. His broth- 
 er told me the other day that now Harry expects to stay a fourth year. 
 Doubtless he has consented to be President of the blooming institution for 
 a term or two. — Sic semper sodalibus .'—After that he intends to come back 
 to this country. I had a postal card — they have those things even in the 
 wild East — from Harry, written in May, 1893, in which he asks how 
 much he owes the class fund, and says, in closing, that he finds Asia " An- 
 tiquated, but replete with interest and information." Are those not pro- 
 fessorial words, and is not the previous sentiment which he expresses in 
 his card, strictly alumnal, and indicative, at the same time, of pecuniary 
 prosperity ? Harry's brother, however, says that he thinks there is no 
 danger of Harry's being engaged. 
 
 One of the '89 men, writing for his 
 Hillyer, Clarence Winants class record, said that both his parents were 
 
 white, and intimated that he had no fur- 
 ther news to communicate which would be of interest to the class. The 
 information imparted by Hillyer's letter is about as full as the above. He 
 wrote last November, from No. 321 West 104th St., New York City. 
 " My address is the above. There is nothing concerning me which would 
 be of interest to the class." The first part of his letter, however, which 
 
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 does not appear here, was devoted in part to the laudable endeavor to find 
 out how much he owed to the " class fund." I enlightened him. This 
 part of his letter closed with this most satisfactory sentence: " I enclose 
 check in event of my account being due, and if not due, kindly let it re- 
 main in the treasury as an evidence of good will." As an especial favor 
 to Clarence, I have done this also. 
 
 I was at a loss to know how to discover 
 Hodge, Caspar Wistar and interpret the hidden truths that seemed to 
 lie buried in the depths of the somewhat cable- 
 grainmic letter which I received from Wis., until my attention was 
 called to the following sentence from " Jeremy's " new book, " The Basal 
 Concepts of Philosophy." This must explain at once the development, 
 order and sequence of Wistar's thought, and make all as clear as the 
 medium in which the cat-fish walked. " Jeremy " says : " The order in 
 which these concepts emerged in my own thinking is substantially as 
 follows : Having by historic study and reflection become convinced of the 
 identity of the logos with the principle of conscious personality, I began 
 to see its value as a means of penetrating the opaque absolute of the ag- 
 nostic creed, and obtaining an intelligible conception of its inner nature 
 and connection with the relative. The application of the logos category 
 led directly to the personal construction of being and the idea of the 
 absolute as personal, self-conscious spirit. It was at this point that the 
 dualistic light came to me in an intuition of the immanent movement 
 or dialetic of spirit. It became evident that the activity of a self-con- 
 scious spirit must be first of all intellectual, and that its primal intellec- 
 tion would be dual in its nature, including a positive intuition of being's 
 self or the logos, and a negative intuition of its not-self, or the a-logos." 
 
 The application of this is plain. Wis. says: "lam studying in the 
 hope of taking a Ph. D. from Princeton," — here we note the filling of the 
 logos category with content, its identity with the principle of conscious 
 personality and its antagonism to the opacity of the agnostic absolute — 
 " and of preparing myself to teach "—here we may see the intellection of a 
 self-conscious spirit evolving in itself potentially its two prerogatives, 
 action upon the a-logos and reaction upon the logos. Wis. also says : 
 " My address for this year is Princeton." He told me the other day 
 that he might be in Princeton next year also. It is said in this place 
 that Wis. is " teched in the heart." I do not know. But he certainly 
 takes walks on Sunday, and his appetite is poor. 
 
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 Wake up, H ! " Shep," you ought to have 
 Homans, Sheppard, Jr. roused yourself enough to have favored us with 
 more than a line or two in regard to yourself. 
 After graduation, " Shep " entered into an importing business (wines and 
 hard drinks a specialty). Deciding that it would aid him in his business, he 
 returned to college in the fall to take up the study of Spanish. He, as 
 most of the class know, played full back during the unlucky season of 
 1892, and it is needless to add played a plucky game. Although he wasat 
 no time in good physical condition, he maintained the high place which 
 he won for himself in college, and it was through no fault of his that the 
 orange and black was decorated with crape that year. He returned to busi- 
 ness about June 1st, 1893, and stayed with the same house until the fall, 
 when he entered the Insurance business in which he is now engaged, at 
 No. 29 Broadway, New York City. I understand that he is neither mar- 
 ried nor engaged, but after that Maggie Murphy affair, the class had 
 better keep an eye on the somnolent Homans. 
 
 This from the farmer of the class, — ■ 
 Hosford, James Frederick Bowdre has retired from the lists. Fred 
 
 was engaging a new hand last summer and 
 he and the hand walked down to the barn-yard, where the cows were be- 
 ing milked. "Can you milk that cow," said Fred, pointing one out. 
 "Milk 'er," said the man, "I'll melk 'er tell she turns enter walkin' 
 dried-beef!" That experience did not happen to Freddie originally — I 
 culled the story out of Harper's — but it might have happened to him any- 
 way. Freddie writes : 
 
 " After graduation Kouwenhoven, Williams, Stevenson and myself 
 camped in the Blue Ridge mountains for two weeks. I then spent one 
 year on the farm. The present academic year I am pursuing a graduate 
 course in Library economy and the modern languages at Princeton. This 
 is preparatory to entering the library school at Albany, where I expect to 
 be located next fall. I leave town now for my spring vacation, which 
 I'm to spend at Havre de Grace, Maryland. In the name of the dear old 
 class, and all she represents, I am faithfully yours." 
 
 This year Fred is living at the " Shanty," in Bergen Row, Princeton, 
 with Max Farrand and Jesse Williams. He is talking of going abroad 
 for the summer. We do not believe he is engaged yet, but we have great 
 hopes. 
 
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 Howie writes : " I am a student in the 
 Howie, Robert Pollock Theol. Sena, of Princeton, with the minis- 
 try in view. My residence is Central St., 
 Palmer, Mass. Any other information can be had by applying to your 
 classmate of the illustrious class of '92." Howie is in his second year at 
 the Princeton Seminary. Considering the schisms at Union, the general 
 demoralization of the Chicago Schools, and the rejuvenation of Auburn, 
 I want to concur most heartily in his description of the outlook from 
 the windows of his room in Hodge Hall. 
 
 I had just reached Huey's name in writing up 
 Huey, Arthur B- this record and found his letter wanting, when the 
 mail dropped through the slot in my room door. 
 One of the letters which I picked up from the floor was the following : 
 "In response to your circular letter asking for my address and present oc- 
 cupation, I would say that I am studying law at the U. of P. law school, 
 and expect to graduate next year. My present address is my home at 4112 
 Walnut Street, West Philadelphia." Huey was with the class in Sopho- 
 more year and left college in June 1890. The address which I had after 
 his name in the class books turns out to have been wrong, so that he did 
 not receive any of my communications, until I called upon Will Harris to 
 straighten out the matter. He did straighten it, as you see. 
 
 This is what Hulett writes to us — on a 
 Hulett, George Augustus postal card: "Your postal rec'd, and 
 
 would say that I can give no definite in- 
 formation concerning the men mentioned. My address is Princeton, N. J., 
 and I have been studying chemistry since graduation." That is to say he 
 has been an " Assistant in Chemistry," and is numbered with the Faculty 
 and J. P. Atkinson. Also, George, next time you write to the Secretary, 
 take the advice which Wilkie Collins gives Jimmy Brewster, and tell more 
 about yourself. 
 
 As you will have imagined already, Hussey 
 Hussey, Curtis Grubb writes on the same kind of a sheet as our friend 
 "Punk." He would say that "my address is 
 rooms 307 and 308, 101 Fifth Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. House address is 
 8 Cedar Ave., Allegheny, Pa. My occupation is engineering and con- 
 tracting. After leaving college I spent the summer in Maine, returning 
 
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 to Pittsburgh in the early fall. From that time until the middle of 
 October, I worked in the office of a manufacturing company in this city. 
 Mr. Curran (also of the class of '92) and I then formed the firm of Cur- 
 ran and Hussey, and feel that we have every prospect of building up a 
 profitable business." 
 
 And their business is building up profitable— sites. 
 
 This is from Joe, boys ! I am sure that 
 Huston, Joseph Miller no introduction from me is necessary. 
 
 Once upon a time four Americans were 
 sitting in a French cafe. Three of them were talking very fast, — talking 
 about Paris, how Paris was at least fifty years behind the age and sixty 
 behind Chicago. The fourth was smoking silently. Suddenly the silent 
 man touched the bell and summoned a waiter. " Waiter," he said, 
 " bring me an owl." The waiter was gone some little time, and then re- 
 turning, said, " I am very sorry, sir, but we cannot give you the nowl to- 
 night. The bar-keeper is out of one of the materials for making nowls. 
 But I can bring you a very nice cock-tail." " Never mind," replied the 
 American, "that'll do. You can go. now." "I beg your pardon, 
 sir." said one of the three, speaking with that air of addressing a vast pop- 
 ular assemblage which is so characteristic of dignified American conver- 
 sationalists, " "Would you do me the favor to tell me and these gentlemen 
 why you ordered an owl ? " "I don't mind telling you," was the answer, 
 " but I can't very well do it without telling you a story, first." And then 
 he told them how his daughter had once owned a parrot that talked so 
 much that his wife — and she could talk some herself— used to burst into 
 tears and say, " It's no use, I can't get a word in edgewise," and how he 
 had finally bought an owl and placed its cage beside the parrot's cage. 
 And how the effect of the owl's example on the parrot was such that the 
 parrot closed up for repairs, and never afterwards spoke an unnecessary 
 word. When the story was finished the three passed out quietly to some 
 other cafe to take a drink. 
 
 I did not tell this story of Mr. Alden's apropos of Joe ; but I thought 
 you ought to know it, and I put it here for lack of space elsewhere. 
 
 Now Joe has been very successful since he left college. This signifi- 
 cant title heads his letter: "Joseph M. Huston, Architect." And he has 
 been doing well. Besides he is one of the only men living who has had 
 the right to go inside of both Whig and Clio Hall, — Sam says so. But in 
 spite of his having been in Whig, we are all proud of Joe, and we will be 
 
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 more proud yet, before he gets through. This is what he says for himself : 
 " In answer to your request for a letter to the class about my manner 
 of life since our graduation, permit me to say, that I deem that this pro- 
 ceeding would be the height of egotism, if it were done in any other 
 spirit than that in which we do it. I first send my love to every man in 
 the class, and say that I love my country more for having known you, 
 a body of men representing all sections of our land, North, East, South, 
 West, bound together with the golden bond of college spirit. 
 
 The first thing I did after graduation was to make a water color sketch 
 —bird's-eye view of Princeton campus. Then I entered a firm of architects in 
 Philadelphia and have worked on the drawings of the new station of the 
 Pennsylvania R. R. at Philadelphia. In the campaign of '92, I spent some 
 time on the stump for Harrison and Reid, and we — (i. e. Harrison, Reid 
 and Joe) — still believe in the final establishment of the American system 
 — Protection to Home Industries. I have endeavored at all times and 
 in all ways, to fulfill some of that which was intimated of me by 
 'Conny,' the prophet — (who is by the way as charming as ever, and 
 some of the girls say he is more charming, since the arrival of a long, 
 silken moustache.) We still continue to make small sized speeches, and 
 very lately I spoke to a public audience on American College Life. On 
 that occasion, I used some of the characters in the class to amuse the mob. 
 We are working in this good old city, and hope to let the world know 
 that Philadelphia is not dead, butsleepeth. I find, as I always thought, 
 that the world's merry if you are. I am enjoying life and hope every 
 man in the class is too. Wishing you all much success in life, I am &c." 
 
 Sam is getting to be quite a man-of-the- 
 Huston, Samuel Craig world, for a seminole ; but I don't think he is 
 ready to take a post-graduate course in this lit- 
 tle school, the World, just yet — -not until his wings are grown. Then per- 
 haps he will be taking harp lessons. He is quite a ball ( player though. 
 They must have taught him that at the school at Sing Sing, where he 
 was. He writes : 
 
 " After the distinguished honor of graduating with the Class of '92 I 
 matriculated in the University of Men and Events for a post-graduate 
 course. Last year I spent instructing a very peculiar species of youth ; 
 sons of race-track gamblers and sporting men that never worked a day. 
 
 " Last summer on the way home from Chicago I met with a serious 
 accident and almost lost my heart. Time has healed the effects of the 
 wound. 
 
" This year I am studying Theology at Princeton. Much love to 
 Class of 92." 
 
 " Hutch " and Andy Gray must have had 
 Hutchinson, Frank M. great influence on one another while they were 
 in Washington together, for it seems that each 
 persuaded the other to write his Class letter. Besides, the two letters came 
 in the same envelope, and thus the labor of writing two addresses was 
 saved. Also, each gives as his address the unpretentious " Washington, 
 D. C." Hutch writes as follows: 
 
 " Andy Gray has just slandered me in his note to you. I have noth- 
 ing to do with the Daughters of the ^Revolution ; but trot out your maid- 
 ens, and I will win the cup yet. 
 
 " Since I left College I have been Assistant Chemist in the LaBelle 
 Steel Co., of Allegheny City. Doing fairly well at present, considering 
 the hard times." 
 
 We have not seen much of Willy at Princeton since 
 Irish, Wm. B. our Class day ; but Willy was seen by many at the Pair 
 last summer and was reported to be well and to be work- 
 ing very hard. Everybody knows that he is not matrimonially inclined, 
 and so his time is not taken up as Charlie Spooner's is, but he has leisure 
 to accomplish great things. And this is what he says : 
 
 "On leaving Princeton I entered Jefferson Medical College; and 
 now, after having taken a three years' course, expect to graduate in the 
 spring, without " Butter Flies." It will probably surprise you when I 
 say that I have become a regular 'poler.' I often wonder what Andy 
 West and the others on the cut committee would think if they saw me 
 down here working like a slave. 
 
 "I am still in the land of single blessedness and expect to stay there 
 as long as possible. My post-office address is New Castle, Pa." 
 
 I have been unable to get speech with Tom- 
 Irvin, Thomas Smith my. I believe that he is well and that his affec- 
 tions are still unattached. Tommy went west soon 
 after he nicked the electric light globe at commencement time. At first he 
 was on a fruit farm at Paso Kobeles, with his brother. Atone time he was 
 reported to be hauling logs off the place. Then, when everything was 
 started and the farm did not require his immediate attention for a while, he 
 
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 went to San Francisco, where he entered business, I think. He came 
 back to the farm, but has since gone to his cousin's ranch at Vista, Califor- 
 nia, where he is now. 
 
 I have not been able to get a letter out of 
 Jenkinson, Harry L. Harry Jenkinson either, although I have written 
 much to him and conjured him by his gods. 
 There is no excuse for him either, for he does not live in California like 
 Tommy Irvin. But perhaps the mails in Newark, like the government, 
 do not work well. I wrote to Frank Halliday about him, and this was 
 Frank's reply : " In compliance with your request of the 31st ult., I send 
 you the address of Harry Jenkinson, which is as follows : Mr. Harry Jen- 
 kinson, corner Avon Ave. and Stratford Place, Newark, N. J. Any mail 
 that you desire to send to Harry will reach him by simply putting it 
 Newark, in case you forget the above." I suppose that if a man were to 
 walk into almost any town in the Union, and ask a policeman if there 
 was a '92 man living there, he would be taken to the place at once. 
 
 You all know that Harry Jenkinson married the sister of Mrs. Frank 
 Halliday. Harry was married in July, 1893, I think. 
 
 Cyrus Jefferson died of appendicitis at 
 Jefferson, Cyrus Church his home in St. Paul, on Sunday, June 4, 
 1893. 
 
 " Shortly after we received the news that ' Fiji ' Young had crossed 
 the plate, and was forever safe at home, came the tidings of Jeff's death 
 too." Does it not seem wonderful that just when we had been made 
 ready to do His work, God, in His wisdom, should have taken from among 
 us those two men, so strong of body and so strong in character, men who 
 were so admired and so loved. 
 
 " Jeff joined the class at the beginning of Sophomore year and left at 
 the close of Junior year ; but his interest in the Class and in the College 
 was ever active, and only a week before he died, he wrote to one of us in 
 eager anticipation of meeting us again at the annual reunion. It is 
 hard to analyze his character and in cold type declare the reasons why we 
 loved, him. And yet he was loved. His kindly, sympathetic, simple- 
 hearted nature won him many friends. He was a manly man ; yet, with 
 all his unusual physical strength, as gentle as a child, a true and loyal 
 friend,— a Christian. I will not try to tell his virtues further. Those 
 
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 who knew him, knew them. But while we grieve that he has passed 
 away, let us remember the splendid qualities that were in him, and strive 
 to emulate them in our lives. And as he looked forward in his last letter 
 to us, to a reunion here, let us look forward to a reunion in the other world 
 with him." 
 
 This is his letter to the Secretary, in response to a Class circular, dated 
 November 12th, 1892 : 
 
 " My dear Mike : Yours in regard to '92 dinner and class loving cup 
 received. I will be unable to attend the dinner in person, but will be 
 there in spirit just the same. No occasion could give me more pleasure 
 than a '92 reunion, after my two years' absence, I assure you. Under the 
 high political pressure of the last ten days your postal has been overlooked ; 
 but now that the country has been redeemed, we can attend to business 
 again. It begins to look, to a man up in Minnesota, as if the foot ball 
 team would be served upon the half-shell on Nov. 24 ; but still we try to 
 hope for the best. ' ' 
 
 I have not been able to find any notice of Jefferson's death in the 
 Princetonian. I was at Lawrenceville when the news of his death 
 reached Princeton, and when I came there some time afterwards, I under- 
 stood that a memorial of his life and last illness had been published in the 
 college papers. It seems that this was not so. I am very sorry for this., 
 and the fault is entirely mine. When the Class meets again, I will see 
 that there is expressed in a formal way, that which we have felt in 
 our hearts, each one, a deep sense of loss for him who has been taken 
 away, and a deep sympathy for those to whom this sorrow belongs more 
 nearly than to us, his classmates. 
 
 It appears from this letter that Johnnie 
 Johnson, William Vail Johnson no longer comes from Tennessee, nor 
 is he now " selling kindling wood to get along." 
 His letter is characteristically modest and contains no reference to the 
 Scranton Challenge Tennis Cup which he won and held two successive 
 years against all comers. He accounts for himself thus : 
 
 " In reply to your letter requesting some information concerning my- 
 self and occupation, I will say that since graduation I have been em- 
 ployed with the Lackawanna Iron and Steel Co., having charge of the 
 Special Steel Department in one of their rolling mills. At present my 
 position is not a very responsible one, although I am becoming acquainted 
 
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 with the business, and expect some day to be at the top. My work is very 
 interesting, and I feel that lam engaged in duties which are in my line 
 and in which I am getting along nicely. Of course it is nothing but hard 
 work and long hours, but the experience will be worth something in the end. 
 AVe are not doing much just now, and probably won't while the present 
 party is in power. I can only wait and hope for batter times when the 
 change comes. I often think of old Nassau, finding it impossible, how- 
 ever, to run down and see the old place. There are quite a few Princeton 
 boys here, and we celebrate all her victories in proper style. 
 
 "Our foot ball record last fall was just the thing, and I hope base ball 
 will turn out as favorably. I hope you will keep me informed of anything 
 interesting concerning the Class, and I will try to do the same in my 
 case." 
 
 Six bits of information I have gathered about 
 Kennedy, Thomas B. Tom Kennedy, (a) He is well, (b) He is much 
 averse to writing letters, even to his family, (c) 
 He still lives in Chambersburg, Pa, (d) He attended the last Yale- 
 Princeton football game, (e) and (f ) He is engaged to be married. In- 
 formation (a), (b) and (c) are vouched for by Tom's sister. Tom's cousin, 
 Jesse "Williams, also testifies to (c). Keddie McLanahan is responsible for 
 information (d), (e) and (f ). 
 
 It seems as if I had struck a bad place in the 
 King, James Peter book, in writing up these letters. Not because the 
 men themselves are such a poor lot naturally, but 
 because they have not sent letters. I sent a communication after Peter 
 King, labelled, according to instructions, with the following cabalistic 
 legend: " Poste Kestante, Halle, Sachsen, Germany." It was returned, 
 bearing a dirty little green-and-white paster on the back which said : 
 " Nicht Abgeholt— non reclame." 
 
 Now, from these things, you will have already gathered, first, that 
 Peter has been studying in Germany, and second, that the Secretary does 
 not know where he has been studying in Germany. We can guess what he 
 has been studying, for he won the Mental Science Fellowship when we 
 graduated. This much I have learned about him, however: That he 
 went to Germany a few months after our commencement ; that he has 
 been at Leipsic most of the time. And Ward says that he worked too 
 
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 hard over there and was quite ill for a while. That he had some trouble 
 with his lungs and was ordered up to the mountains. But I have since 
 heard that he has come back to Leipsic. 
 
 Do you know it is very hard to write 
 Kouwenhoven, John Benem about your boss, especially such an one as 
 
 mine. For if I said anything bad about 
 John he wouldn't like it, and if I don't tell the truth then you won't like 
 it. However Baron appreciates the natural disadvantages under which 
 he labors. A year ago last summer he wrote to me and said : " My ! but 
 I am an ass. I had a large postal-card from Jim Westervelt " — (think of 
 a large postal-card from Jimmy)— "the other day telling me as much, 
 and do really believe that he is right. But anyway let us hope for the 
 best. I may out-grow it in time, you know." But shortly after he wrote 
 that letter, his " Official Capacity," as President of the Glorious Class, be- 
 gan to get in its fine work. For he soon began to make reputation in 
 chunks for the class at the P. and S. About the middle of his first year 
 he was made a prosector in anatomy (z. e., one who has the first chance to 
 cut) for the year following. And the Baron is now some of the hottest 
 stuff they have at one of the greatest of Medical Schools. And he is get- 
 ting to be just about fit to be President of '92. This is what he says ; 
 
 "There is little to say with reference to my life since I received my 
 ' dip ' and came away from our ' dear old town ' — little, that is. that I 
 feel would be of interest to the good men of '92. You know, I have cho- 
 sen medicine as my lifework ; and ' medicine,' it seems to me now-a-days, 
 is my one theme. Yes, I have joined hand in hand with the hard- work- 
 ers of ' P and S,' including several of our classmates ; and it seems to me 
 that about all we think, talk or dream of comes under the one head, i. e., 
 the Medical Science. Oh ! yes indeed, we are hustling pretty well,— and 
 for my part I will say that I am most happy in my work. Of course there 
 are times when the outlook for the years to come seems very unpromising ; 
 but it never requires very much time for me to conclude that it's rather 
 unwise to look at matters in such alight, and then, to work again harder 
 than ever. 
 
 There are four '92 men of us in the same house, and we try to get up 
 some good old '92 enthusiasm whenever our work will allow us time. 
 
 As for the girls — No, I am not married, nor am I engaged, in spite of 
 the fact that quite a number of men have extended congratulations to me 
 
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 on my reported engagement. No, nor have I thought very seriously 
 about such things as yet. Hang it I I haven't time to think about the 
 dear girls I 
 
 I do have time to think about Princeton though, and about the four 
 happy years that I spent in the dear old town, with one hundred and fifty- 
 one of the best men that ever represented a class at Princeton — and I do 
 think of them and of it. 
 
 Now, I have told you some things of my life — our Secretary, and with 
 a message of true friendshsp and best wishes through you to each member 
 of our glorious class, I will bid you for the time farewell. 
 
 Very sincerely, 
 
 John B. Kotjwenhoven. 
 
 The Lebanon Daily Report has been fortunate 
 Krecker, P. S. enough to secure as a member of its staff one of '92's 
 Greek experts, P. S. Krecker. In other words, 
 " Kreck " is a reporter in Lebanon, Pa. He taught in an academy for 
 one year after leaving Princeton, and then went into journalism. As for 
 Krecker's future, let me quote the concluding words of his note : " Even 
 in this brief experience, the truth of what an old and experienced jour- 
 nalist told me, has been brought home, namely that the work possesses a 
 fascination which once experienced will keep one ' in it,' until the end. 
 Unless," he continues in a brilliant figure, "Fortune scowls upon my 
 efforts, I mean to continue in what has proved very congenial work." 
 Krecker received a raise in salary within six weeks after assuming the 
 important position he now holds. 
 
 Nothing at all has been heard from Lakey, 
 
 Lakey, Amos L, Jr. since he left college in June 1891. He entered the 
 
 class in 1890. Some one told me that he thought 
 
 Lakey was in the real estate business in Chicago ; but I do not know 
 
 whether this is so or not. 
 
 Lambert writes from the office of his father, 
 
 Lambert, Wilton John Mr. T. A. Lambert, attorney and counsellor at 
 
 law, 410 5th St., Washington. He says : 
 
 " The fall after I left the classic shades of Old Princeton, I entered 
 
 the Law Department of Georgetown University, and out of a class of 115 
 
 maintained Princeton's reputation by standing up among the first twelve 
 
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 at graduation. As you see by the heading of this sheet, I am in my 
 father's law office, and hope after my post-graduate course is completed in 
 June, if I am fortuuate enough to pass into the bar, to enter into partner- 
 ship with my father. This brief sketch substantially covers my career 
 since I was with you at college. With very best wishes for the success of 
 each and every member of the Class of '92, I am &c." 
 
 Lambert has been very successful in the practice work at Georgetown 
 also. He won four cases out of four in the moot court. A fifth case he 
 won in the lower court ; but the case was appealed, and I have not heard 
 how it was decided. They think a good deal of him down there too, for 
 he was elected Secretary of his class in the Law School, and this year has 
 been president of the P. G.s. 
 
 Laughlin has written a newsy letter telling us a 
 Laughlin, T. C- good deal about himself and his surroundings. I think 
 the best I can do is to allow him to go ahead and say 
 his say for himself : 
 
 " I am much pleased to hear that a ' class book ' is to be published- 
 It will be as good as 150 personal letters and will be invaluable. After 
 graduating, I spent the summer of '92 on Lake Memphremagog, Vt. 
 Then I made the trip of the St. Lawrence Eiver and the Lakes on my 
 way to Iowa, where I was instructor in Parsons college for the year. 
 I was associated, in the Faculty at Parsons, with Jaggar '86 and Oliphant 
 '91. After visiting the Pair, I came here to Cambier, Ohio, where I am 
 instructor in Greek in Kenyon College, and organist in a local church. 
 I would like to describe some of the scenes here, so noted for their beauty ; 
 I would like to tell you of my work ; but space does not allow. Suffice it 
 to say, that I am enjoying life and that I have not found the ' old 
 world ' so cold after all. "With regards to the members of '92 and with 
 best wishes for the Grand Old Class, I am loyally, &c." 
 
 I was very glad to get the following letter from 
 
 Lilley, Aleck S. Aleck Lilley, for until the end of last February I had 
 
 not been able to strike his trail. Everybody whom I 
 
 asked about him said he was with " Snake " Ames in Chicago. But this 
 
 letter comes from 1569 E. Main St., Columbus, Ohio. 
 
 "Eeplying to your correspondence of the 9th ult., I have, most of the 
 time since leaving college, been engaged in the coal business. I have made 
 
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 several ventures in other branches of business, which if I were to relate to 
 you would fill your book. Suffice it to say that I have not as yet set the 
 world afire. 
 
 " No, I am not married. My old fat friend, Jesse Riggs, is the only 
 member of '92 ' subjugum,' to the best of my knowledge. 
 
 I roomed with ' Tol ' Pendleton a few days, at the ' Fair ' and have 
 not yet recovered from the shock I received when he told me that he was 
 working. I will try to be with you when the cup is presented. In the 
 meantime, believe me, with lots of love for Old '92." 
 
 " Fin " writes from Bellefield, Pittsburgh, Pa. 
 Lloyd, Finley H. He tells us not only much that we want to know about 
 himself, but also gives us a most important piece of 
 information about John McCune. This letter is dated April 11th, 1894 : 
 
 " At last I have found manners enough to answer your inquiries, and 
 as apologies now, I am afraid, would be rather lame I will, with your per- 
 mission, omit them and let the past ' be gone,' and come to facts. 
 
 When I left college in March, '91, I 'loafed' until the following 
 September, when I went to work as clerk in a Steam Pump M'f'g Co. 
 in this city and remained with them until July, '93. A month later I 
 connected myself with the Pittsburgh Dry Goods Co., a corporation which 
 was formed on the first day of August, '93, and is doing business in this city. 
 I hold no office save that of director. My occupation has been taking 
 charge of one of the ledgers in the office and 1 held same until the first of 
 February of this year. Then I was taken sick, and as my eyes failed, I 
 had to give it up. About two weeks ago I was again able to go to work, 
 and am now out on the floor, having no definite position, but learning the 
 business. I expect to make this business my future employment. 
 
 As to other matters I have little to say except that I am still single, 
 and with good prospects of becoming an old Bach. I am living at home 
 with my mother. 
 
 John McCune, who was my room-mate all through college, is to be 
 married to-night, but I suppose you have heard from him ere this. I 
 trust this is what you desire, not very brilliant, but the best I can offer, 
 with best wishes for your success." 
 
 Lynn writes briefly and gives the following informa- 
 Lynn, H. A. tion : " My address is Avalon, Mo. I am occupying the 
 Chair of Ancient Languages in Avalon Presbyterian Col- 
 lege, located here. Nothing else of interest to record." 
 
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 Lyon writes from the West Jersey 
 Lyon, Lorenzo Grenville Academy, Bridgeton, N. J. He says that he 
 is teaching Latin, Greek and French in the 
 school of which his father is Principal. Last year he taught in the Delhi 
 Academy, at Delhi, New York. There he was so successful that the good 
 people of Delhi tried to get him to stay another year at least. But he re- 
 fused their appeal and went to Bridgeton. I am told that he is very dig- 
 nified. Ward says he has a fierce mustache, 5 inches long, and a brother 
 at 3 N. E. Go see him while you can. 
 
 " Kid " wrote to me about the class dinner at Thanksgiving, that he 
 regretted very much that he would be unable to come, but that he trusted 
 that enough men had been secured " to make the hall ring with your cheers, 
 as we did — with some fifteen or so — in the Manufacturers' Building at the 
 World's Fair last summer." So you see that the " Kid " is just as enthu- 
 siastic as he was on the night when he was almost flattened in the rush. 
 
 Nothing at all has been heard from Mac- 
 Mackenzse, Wm. Adams kenzie since we graduated. The address which 
 he left with me then, is Salem, New York ; 
 but he does not respond to that name. " Chuck " Harris met him at Al- 
 bany, N. Y., a month ago, however, and says that Mackenzie is at the 
 Albany Law School. 
 
 MacCoIl wrote last December from "The El- 
 MacColl, Irvine more," Denver, Col., as follows : 
 
 " I am at present in Denver, and expect to re- 
 main here during the winter for a slight recuperation. My address is, 
 however, 13 Elwood Building, Rochester, N, Y., where I have been, and 
 hope to continue the study of law. Very truly, 
 
 The Elmore, Denver, Col. Irvine MacColl. 
 
 This is a very short letter from Irvine ; but it tells a good deal in a 
 short space. 
 
 No letter has come from McCune either. The 
 
 McCune, John R. Secretary's book of names, addresses, etc., says ; 
 
 " Left College in 1891." "Union National Bank, 
 
 Pittsburgh, Pa." " Married April 11, 1894." That is all " I " knows. 
 
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 " Tracy " McDowell's letter, unlike 
 McDowell, Harry Fleming himself, is very short. But you all know 
 
 Tracy. He never talks about himself. This 
 is what he says : 
 
 "In accordance with your request I would say that I am a member 
 of the Class of '95 of the Western Pennsylvania Medical College, at Pitts- 
 burgh, Pa. I have been rather tardy in answering, but trust I am not 
 too late. It certainly has not been for lack of interest in the proposed 
 book." 
 
 This is from the Managing Editor of that 
 McIlvaine, Alan Cassilis funny paper, The Tiger. You will see that 
 he has lost none of his taste for the Tiger spir- 
 it, though times are hard. " My address is 4577 Oaken wald Ave., Chicago, 
 111.; office, 304, The Temple, S. W. cor. LaSalle and Monroe Sts., Chi- 
 cago. Position — law clerk in the office of William B. Keep, Senior in 
 the Chicago College of Law. Am acquiring experience in large chunks, 
 to be let out in small lots hereafter for the benefit of future clients. Am 
 usually ' broke,' but maintain my accustomed cheerful disposition, being 
 buoyed up by hope, the sweet memories of college days, and an occasional 
 glass of beer." 
 
 Charles Albert McKenney, Civil 
 McKenney, Charles Albert and Sanitary Engineer, writes thus from 
 
 the office of the Engineer Commissioner, 
 District of Columbia, D. C: 
 
 "lam, as the heading of this paper will show you, in the employ- 
 ment of the District of Columbia, and I am on the construction of the 
 main sewer. I have been rather successful since leaving Princeton, and 
 hope some time to become of some importance to somebody. I am not 
 married and I don't see any prospects ahead for the same as yet. I sup- 
 pose it is needless to say that I joined the few of us that were here, in cel- 
 ebrating the football victory of last fall. I have not forgotten my Alma 
 Mater, and have a tender spot in my heart for all of her sons, and es- 
 pecially for the members of the class of '92. I hope to see many of them 
 if I can get to Princeton this June. Andrew Gray is the only one of our 
 class that I know of who is here. He is clerk to one of the Senate Com- 
 mittees and studying law at the same time. The best of regards for all of 
 the Old Class." 
 
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 That red-headed McLanahan was here the 
 McLanahan, Austin other day, and he gave me ahout 78 seconds of his 
 valuable time. He gave me about as much infor- 
 mation as is contained in his instructive epistle. The reflection on the 
 Secretary in the last sentence is unintelligible. Also, like most gossip, 
 this letter is strictly confidential. He writes from 70 S. 2d St., Chambers- 
 burg, Pa., saying : 
 
 " Address above. Occupation just now, picking flowers off Century 
 plants. Information concerning myself, nil. Highly uninteresting. Of 
 course all this is confidential. The gods favoring, I promise myself the 
 extreme felicity of gazing on your lamb-like face in the near future. 
 Kindest regards to the fellows." 
 
 Everybody knows Clarence now. 
 McWilliams, Clarence Arthur We all knew he would. And Mame 
 
 Gathney, she says that Lucy told her, 
 says she, " There's that Mister McWilliams ! My! Ainthe just elegent ! 
 And look at them clothes ! " Besides, he and the " Baron " live together. 
 Get on to the combination ! Clarence writes as follows : 
 
 " Since leaving dear old Princeton and '92, I have been living in New 
 York and rooming with J. Baron Kouwenhoven. We have been mon- 
 keying with the dead and dying. Principally with the dead, however, 
 for they don't trust us much as yet with the sick, which is doubtless a 
 great rnercy. The dissecting room seems to be quite an attraction to some 
 of our classmates who have visited us — that being about the only interest- 
 ing thing we have to show, unless it be Denniston's bald head, or the 
 ' Baron Viscount, ' or Herb. Carter's propensity for the girls. 
 
 " Have succeeded in raising a beard and can recommend the same to 
 any one who desires to be the target for all the jests and jibes in the cate- 
 gory. But having decided to raise one don't lose your nerve, even though 
 you do lose all your friends, — for the girls won't like it at all, as I can in- 
 form any one. One of our good classmates started to raise a beard ; but 
 his best girl gave him the shake. You ought to have seen how quickly 
 that growth was removed. — I won't give him away, because he is very 
 fond of said girl and is a modest youth withal. 
 
 " I wonder what the community will do when all the lawyers and M. 
 D.'s and D. D.'s of the Class of '92 are turned loose. The liistory of our 
 struggles with fortune will be thrilling ; but I hope that we all will come 
 off victorious, and do honor to ourselves, our Alma Mater, and the good 
 old Class of '92." 
 
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 I haven't seen Mac for some time and I cannot vouch for the beard ; 
 but I have heard about it. 
 
 " And now he's looking for a place, 
 In which to go and hide his ." 
 
 Maggie has gone oft' to Germany, and I 
 Magie, John Maclean cannot get a letter from him. And that same is 
 a pity too, because Mag. writes a good letter, 
 and taking, as he does, a serious view of life, could give us much good in- 
 struction. All last winter Mag. was in Princeton, taking a post-graduate 
 course in Latin and Greek. He lived in University Hall and was taken 
 care of mostly by John Graham and some undergraduate friends. But, as 
 John says in his letter, Mag. did lots of good work. In the Spring he 
 went down to Lawrenceville for a month or so. He lived with Bob Stev- 
 enson in bachelor apartments on the main street of that great and noisy 
 city and tutored the miscalled youths who were too lazy or stupid or 
 backward to be taught by the regular authorities. (Note the distinction 
 between " tutored " and "taught.") The work of the two was somewhat 
 hampered by the rumble of the loaded wains and the din of traffic in the 
 busy mart below. Bob was sick down there, and made an estimate of the 
 amount of disturbance during a short period. He says that once two 
 wagons passed by almost at the same time, and that shortly afterwards a 
 rooster crowed. Then besides, Mag.'s labor was made bitter by the fact 
 that he did not find out that beer could be had in the place until Fred. 
 Hosford came down on a visit, and that was a week after Mag. came. 
 
 Last July Mag. sailed for Germany. He settled at Leipzig, and de- 
 voted himself to the study of classical literature at the University. In 
 February or March last, he moved to Erlangen, where he is now. 
 
 This day, which is the day before the day when this batch is to go to 
 the printer, and the day after the above was written, the following was re- 
 ceived from Buchenhofer Strasse 50, Erlangen : 
 
 " Omnibus et singulis has literas lecturis notum sit quod — 
 
 " John Maclean Magie, A. B., A. M., of Princeton University, has 
 been pursuing (and'is now catching up with [not for publication] ) — 
 courses in the University of Leipzig for the the past semester with great 
 benefit to himself and to the professors who have had the good fortune to 
 become acquainted with him. For the reason that they did not appreciate 
 their luck, he has removed to Erlan°;en, where he finds much mental nour- 
 
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 ishment. He may possibly honor his country with a short visit this sum- 
 mer ; but as yet he cannot state with any exactness as to whether this idea 
 may be carried into execution. If he does, he will notify the Class in time, 
 so that they and the President of the United States may meet him on ar- 
 rival. Please send no flowers." 
 
 Mag. adds further down : " There are but few Americans or English- 
 men here, which conduces to polling, and my acquaintances are confined 
 to a specialist in insanity, who hails from New York, and a Williams 
 man in Math., of the same name." The same name is not Math, but 
 Williams, as I know from an epistle which Jim Westervelt received. And 
 it's good company Mag.'s in, isn't it ? For in his mind Math, and insan- 
 ity were almost synonymous terms. 
 
 "Sport" writes this from 50 Willow 
 Marshall, Albertus McL. St., Brooklyn, where he is living with Joe 
 
 Shellabarger, Crowley Wentworth and Jim 
 Westervelt. " I have been slow in responding to your request, and now 
 that I am writing, I have not very much to say for myself. Immediately 
 on leaving Princeton I went out to Ohio and began the study of law in 
 the office of my father. I remained there for a year. Last fall I came 
 here to enter the New York Law School. In June I go back to my home 
 in Dayton to begin practice ; at least I hope to have some practice to be- 
 gin on. While I was at home during my first year, a '92 man would oc- 
 casionally drop in on me, and I can assure you that nothing could have 
 happened which would have given me as much pleasure. I wish to extend 
 through you a most cordial invitation to any member of the class, who may 
 be out that way, to be sure to look me up, for I miss the college and fel- 
 lows more and more. However, I believe I have written more than 
 enough to tell you what I have done, for my occupation has been, as you 
 observe, a continuous grind on the law." 
 
 It looks to me as if the law had been a continuous grind on " Sport." 
 
 Last February Mason wrote me as follows : 
 Mason, Henry Lee, Jr. "Since leaving college I have been with my 
 father in the book and stationery business. Ad- 
 dress, J. R. Weldin & Co., 429-431 Wood St., Pittsburgh." That is all 
 he says of himself. But he has been at one or two of our reunions, and 
 purports to be well and happy. 
 
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 This is Josie's letter just as he sent it in. I 
 
 Mayhew, John Mills will not add anything to it, for I should spoil it. 
 
 Let me say simply this : I do not know any one 
 
 who has kept up his loyalty and his love for the class more truly than the 
 
 Manager of the Hoffman House, the good old historian of the Class of '92. 
 
 " My dear friends of '92 : — It is difficult indeed to realize that I have 
 been separated from you for two years ; so short have they been. Such is 
 the fact, and, as I think upon it after the realization of all, I wonder if 
 the ' mysteries of life ' have impressed themselves upon each alike — or if 
 some paths have been strewn with roses — the rest with thorns. Mine has 
 been the latter — the thorns representing the efforts I have had to make, 
 the mental obstacles I have had to overcome in order to gain a sort of in- 
 sight into the subjects required by the medical school I am at present 
 attending. This is not a joke I Any man who has been through it will 
 tell you so. 
 
 " It is, I think, well that I have settled in the west, and prospects for a 
 prosperous future gradually unfold themselves to me. I was fortunate in 
 many respects, especially musically, having, by some accident or other, 
 secured a good organ at the First Congregational Church of this city. 
 
 " I would like to tell all about myself, but I can't, you see. You 
 wouldn't believe one-half I told you. There are several '92 men in the 
 city and soon we meet at the annual Alumni Dinner. Then will we talk 
 over old times and wish ourselves back on the campus, and we will sing 
 
 the old songs, and cheer — and , (I won't say what, for Mcll- 
 
 vaine and Sam Small have reformed and wouldn't like it.) Our interest 
 is with Princeton, and our spirit is with '92. 
 
 " And now, as you read this, let a thought of friendly spirit travel with 
 it, for, written in a lighter strain, these words must carry to every '92 man 
 my kindest and heartiest wishes for a happy present and prosperous future. 
 I will see you all next year. Until then farewell." 
 
 The noble legal army consisting of 
 Meyers, Elmer Llewellyn DufSeld, Jim Westervelt, Mcllvaine, 
 
 Duke Burleigh et al. has been lately joined 
 by " Jim Robinson " Meyers, who is taking up the study of jurisprudence 
 in connection with his duties as Supervising Principal of the White 
 Haven, Pa., Public Schools. Meyers has held the above position for two 
 years, and has refused some flattering offers of positions in the pedagogical 
 
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 line, in order that he may devote more time to the prosecution of his 
 studies. Meyers tells us that he is full most of the time — " full of tiger 
 spirits." There is no harm in this. 
 
 Kusty Miller gives the outline of his life since 
 Miller, Russell King he left us thus: 
 
 "Philadelphia, Feb. 12, 1894. 
 My life during the last three years has been comparatively uneventful. 
 After leaving college, early in the spring of '90, I settled down to musical 
 work. In 1891 I went to New York for further study, and in the follow- 
 ing year was appointed Instructor in Musical Theory and Composition at 
 one of the leading conservatories in that city. Am now back in Phila- 
 delphia, and will be glad to shake hands with any of the boys who may 
 wander into the town." 
 
 But Kusty does not tell us what some of us know already, that a part of 
 his time has been spent in writing music that has been very well received, 
 and in training and leading choruses. Eusty has given up the idea of 
 studying medicine and has given himself to that calling which is surely 
 his by right. 
 
 One never would suppose that our 
 Milligan, Frank Montgomery friend Milligan could be as busy as this 
 
 letter purports him to be. But you 
 never could tell what the men who used to live in Keunion would do. 
 Here is what this one says : " On returning from Princeton in June '92, 
 I entered upon my old position in the Newport Deposit Bank, and there I 
 have been ever since, plugging away at it. The only vacation, of any 
 moment, I have taken since then was from Aug. 30 to Sept. 16, 1893, 
 when Tommy Barclay and myself took our western trip. We struck six 
 '92 men at Mackinaw and as many more at Old Vienna, on the Midway. 
 My address for the present is Newport, Pa. Wishing to be remem- 
 bered to all the boys in our plucky class, and hoping that the Tiger will 
 continue to swipe Yale in the foot-ball matches, I am, yours &c. " 
 
 Art. Minot was a member of the class only dur- 
 Minot, Arthur M. ing Freshman year. He was organizer, manager, 
 captain and everything else except participant in our " Cain " spree with 
 '91. That was a way of Art's. He always preferred managing to 
 working. Well, now he is managing a rubber business in Portland, Ore- 
 
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 gon. As he has not favored me with any communication, I can give no 
 information about his matrimonial prospects. But "Little Bess" says 
 he is neither married nor engaged. When last heard of he had a heard. 
 His brother, W. A. Minot, writes me that Art. has been in the rubber 
 business since he left college, and that he expects to be settled in Port- 
 land permanent^. 
 
 Sammy Minot tried to make up to the class the 
 Minot, Samuel J. loss we felt in Sophomore year, when we heard the sad 
 news that Art. would not return. He is at present en- 
 gaged in the insurance business in New York City. He was guilty of 
 aiding and abetting " Brig " Young to go the way of all mankind by act- 
 ing as his best man, but so far he has shown no disposition to go and do 
 likewise. 
 
 Jack Mitchell has not written a letter 
 Mitchell, John Kearsley for the book, and it so happens that I know 
 nothing about him, save that his address is 
 1633 Spruce St., Philadelphia. He has been seen however, and it is re- 
 ported that he is alive and well. 
 
 A letter addressed to Bernville, Pa., will always 
 Mogel, Levi S. find Mogel. Nevertheless, if sent to Princeton, it may find 
 him more directly in eight months out of twelve- 
 Mogel is a Seminole, which, as he says is " perfectly natural " since he 
 intends to enter the ministry ; and it is also eminently proper that he 
 " should be found at so old and eminent an institution as Princeton 
 Theological Seminary." Mogel takes physical exercise each day in the 
 Princeton gymnasium and we are glad to learn that " the fibers of his 
 brain are actively engaged in the gymnastics of Hebraic symbols," so that 
 if any man is a complete man, that man ought to be Levi S. Mogel. 
 Mogel intends, as we have said, to enter the ministry in some shape or 
 other, and is divided as to whether he would rather be " a Rabbi, or walk 
 the streets of Princeton in a monkish garb. " '92, I am sure, will wish 
 Levi success in either capacity. 
 
 Teddie Morris does not understand 
 Morris, Theodore Wilson, Jr. exactly what is required of him ; but 
 
 " for the information of such of the fel- 
 lows as may be interested," he says : " I am alive, well and happy, and 
 
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 busily engaged in trying to imbibe some of the principles of law, prepara- 
 tory to entering that profession. My address is still the same, 20 Fifth 
 Ave., New York City. During the day I can generally be found at the 
 law offices of Foster & Ackley, 35 Wall street." If you should see Ted- 
 die in a frock coat and silk hat on Ffth avenue on dress Sundays, I think 
 you would be tempted to say to him, as some one said to another friend of 
 mine, " My ! don't you look like a gentleman ! " 
 
 Freddie is modest, very modest. I think 
 Moses, Frederick John he has been pretty modest ever since the day 
 when he participated with so many other 
 gentle souls, in the burial of the flat bat, and the other mild deviltries of 
 Junior year. It is in my mind also, that some of Fred's retiring disposi- 
 tion is due to the unqualified success of a certain unauthorized publication 
 which appeared during our college course, and which, for many reasons, 
 had best be nameless. But since Fred has gone to that great city, ex- 
 changing science for law (sic), he seems to be passing through a transition 
 stage, and we hardly know what to expect from him. To hear him talk 
 about appellants and liens and escrows and things, you would think he 
 combined in himself the special gifts of Jimmy Westervelt and Brown- 
 Bread Graham. 
 
 This is what Fred writes : "I am very sorry to be one of those (for I 
 hope I am not the only one) who are keeping back the publication of the 
 Class book, but negligence is not my only defence. I have been holding 
 off in a vague hope that I might be able to do something to tell about, 
 worthy of the Glorious Class. But now I give it up, for the present, 
 knowing that 'hope deferred maketh the heart sick,' sad or sick or some- 
 thing like that. About myself there is very little to tell. I am, with 
 sundry others, pursuing a course in law at the New York Law School. I 
 am not married nor engaged, nor likely to be ; in fact all of my plans for 
 the future are at present rather vague and uncertain. As to the past, I 
 have led a very uneventful life since we left college, but have been very 
 fortunate in being able to attend every reunion the old Class has held since 
 that time, and never miss an opportunity to go back to the dear old town 
 where we all spent the happiest days our lives." 
 
 There seem to be two ideals before the minds of our legal or medical 
 students, in their desire to obtain reputation and practice, namely, to be- 
 come either bearded or bald. Sam Small has achieved the one ideal, and 
 as you know has grown whiskers. You will be glad to know that Fred 
 has reached the other goal. Bobbie Denniston, however, has done both. 
 
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 Charlie had been rusticating so long, after 
 
 MuDGE, Charles Ogden his dissipations at Newport, that for a long 
 
 time he forgot to send in his letter. Thus it is 
 
 ever with those who will lead the gay life of the social butterflies. But 
 
 Charlie seems to have proved the truth of the ballad which sets forth that 
 
 " There is work to be done at a summer-resort." 
 
 This is what Charlie writes from Carthage, Mo.: 
 
 " Your very humble servant and classmate, Charles Ogden Mudge, 
 has had a very varied experience since graduation clay, in June, 1892, his 
 wanderings and travels reaching from the wooden nut-meg State and 
 little Khody, to that not very elegantly named State of Missouri. The 
 first summer after being graduated was spent among the Berkshire 
 Hills, near Lake Waramang, Litchfield County, Connecticut, where he 
 passed nearly ten weeks in tutoring a young man who desired to gain 
 a form in the Lawrenceville School. At the opening of the Princeton 
 Theological Seminary in September, he entered the Junior Class with a 
 number of his former college classmates. After the Presbytery examina- 
 tions were over and the Seminary doors had been closed for the summer 
 vacation, (which is a full four months,) he waited in Princeton for the 
 College commencement and the Class banquet, and then he again departed 
 from home in the capacity of a tutor. This time two months were spent 
 in and about ' America's greatest fashionable watering-place,' Newport, 
 where he distinguished himself as a member of the 'Summer residents' 
 base-ball nine,' and extinguished himself by breaking his ankle. A re- 
 markable record for an embryo-minister. With the opening of the 
 Seminary he entered upon his second year's work, but after a few weeks 
 was compelled to retire from the field of theological conquest by an attack 
 of grippe, which threatened to result in aervous prostration. He is now 
 on a large farm in southwestern Missouri, where he hopes to recuperate 
 and recover his health so speedily that, at the opening of the Seminary in 
 September, 1894, he may resume his work in preparation for the ministry 
 of Jesus Christ. His temporary address is Lock Box 117, Carthage, Mo. 
 His permanent address is 16 Stockton St., Princeton, N. J." 
 
 Billy Mudge is still in Princeton and his ad- 
 
 Mudge, William L. dress is 16 Stockton St., as of yore. Idonotthink 
 
 that anything has transpired in the two years since 
 
 Billy became an alumnus, to disturb the tranquillity of his life. Billy may 
 
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 be in love, but be doesn't look it, and I imagine you will find tbat no 
 maiden bas ever beard bim speak tender words. Billy is an A. M. He> 
 in connection witb Harry Franklin Covington, attained to this bigb 
 dignity, after a year of exacting study and a week of wearying examina- 
 tions. Still Billy is bumble as be used to be. We learn from bis letter 
 tbat W. L. Mudge, A. M. , will in all probability instruct tbe young 
 during tbe coming year, and will at last, after he has started a sufficient 
 number of eminent men on tbe path to fame, return to the Seminary, 
 where he has been for the past eight months, and make a gifted divine of 
 himself. Billy tells us that he likes to live in Princeton, where he may 
 have the pleasure' of seeing "many of the fellows as they return on their 
 flying visits." 
 
 Munger Max " Crowley " Munger, who used to live in 2 South 
 
 West, writes from Plainfield, N. J., as follows: " Since 
 a long siege of fever took me away from Princeton in 1890, my experience 
 has been somewhat checkered. I am now pushing ' White Seal ' flour on 
 the New York Produce Exchange for Paul T. Norton, Princeton '85. 
 I love all tbe girls too much to favor any particular one. I am still liv- 
 ing in Plainfield, N. J., and am glad to report that that fair city is 
 beginning to appreciate the fact that Princeton is the college. I hope to 
 meet tbe fellows in June, and would not have them believe tbat I love 
 Nassau less than those who were privileged to enjoy her hospitality for 
 four yearH." 
 
 Although Newton says that he 
 Newton, Clarence Hitchcock " can write you nothing of general in- 
 terest," he has sent to us what seems to 
 me to be one of tbe most interesting letters that have been received, — in- 
 teresting because it tells of real hardships endured, real bravery shown and 
 real work done. And we that live at ease, where no physical hardships 
 . are to be faced, may well learn a lesson from this member of our Class 
 whom many of us never knew, yet who, perhaps, has in his heart more of 
 that spirit which we, in our pride, believe to be the spirit of '92. 
 
 "I have been in McCormick two years now, and intend to finish next 
 year, after which it is my purpose to go to China or Laos as a Foreign 
 Missionary. My Seminary terms have been marked by nothing unusual 
 to a student's life ; but my last summer's work was to me a very novel ex- 
 perience. I travelled for four months up and down the Cherokee Nation 
 
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 in Indian Territory, on horseback, as a Sabbath school Missionary, and 
 experienced the hardships of frontier life. ' In perils of rivers,' from 
 swimming flooded mountain streams on my pony ; ' in journeyings 
 often,' crossing great houseless stretches of prairie alone, or with a single 
 companion; ' in perils of robbers,' hiding my pony many a night to 
 preserve him from the marauding Starr, Dalton and Roger gangs of out- 
 laws ; ' in perils in the wilderness,' when lost in the defiles of the deserted 
 hill country ; ' in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and naked- 
 ness,' I am yet escaped alive to tell thee. My memory can never forget 
 the night watches on the chilly prairies, breathing the malarial air, nor the 
 inhospitable reception of the native Cherokees, when worn out and wear- 
 ied with a long day's travel. The queer faces of the ' full bloods,' 
 with their odd combination of Indian and white man's costume, and the 
 little cornfield and inseparable squaw and her hoe, are yet present with 
 me. But human nature is true to itself even among them, and Sabbath 
 schools can be organized and the people taught." 
 
 I know of no news that I can add to this 
 Parker, James Porter letter of " Reddy " Parker. He has been too 
 busy and has lived too far away to visit Prince- 
 ton, and in his letter to us he seems to be as chary of words as ever he was 
 of the tin foil wrappers on the 'Varsity base balls. He writes from the 
 University of Virginia : 
 
 " When I left Princeton in June, '92, I came here for the summer 
 law course, hoping with the study of a summer to complete my course 
 here in '93, but was compelled to leave in April. I am now in Virginia, 
 and hope to graduate in June, '94. I expect to settle in New Orleans. I 
 hope to be admitted to the bar there in the fall, and will attend lectures in 
 the Tulane Law, School in the evening. My home address is 294 Prytania 
 St., New Orleans, La." 
 
 Parker sends us this letter, with greetings 
 Parker, John Walter and best wishes for all the class : 
 
 " I am another member of the class who sends 
 his letter from the ' Old Seminary ' at Princeton. I spent the summer 
 after graduation in City Mission Work at 105 Bowery, New York City. 
 In the fall I took up the Seminary work here, and have found the course, 
 both last year and this, pleasant as well as profitable, in view of my future 
 
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 work. With Biederwolf for a room mate, and Bennett and Van Ness 
 next door, I keep fresh the memories of '92. Last summer I spent at 
 Moody's Bihle Institute at Chicago, and engaged in the evangelistic 
 work in the city. I, of course, went to the Fair, and met there a numher 
 of '92 men. I expect to come back here next year and complete my 
 Theological course." 
 
 I had almost given up hope of getting a 
 Parsons, Wm. Belfage rise out of Parsons at all. I could not get a 
 letter from him, nor could I get anyone to assert 
 positively that he was still in the flesh. He had been seen, from time to 
 time, in New York ; but not lately. Finally I concluded that like 
 Borneo he must have suicided. Then I met Ward, who roomed with 
 and with whom roomed Peter King, and who knew all about the Ground- 
 Floor-of-East-Gang. These are the notes I jotted down from his conver- 
 sation. " Parsons — living with uncle in New York — society man — law 
 —Columbia." I was so shocked by this terse but cumulative evidence of 
 depravity, that I made one more effort to hear from Parsons and received 
 the following : " I am very sorry to find that I have been so negligent 
 in replying to the notice you sent me. It was misplaced, and had slipped 
 entirely from my mind. My home is at 226 West 59th St. , New York 
 City, and I have been at the Columbia Law School since we graduated. I 
 am the only Princeton man in the class of '95 Law, and I don't think 
 there are any other Princeton men in the Law School. I see some of the 
 '92 men nearly every day however, as I seem to be in the locality where 
 they live. Then several of us go to Dr. Smith's church, which is a sort of 
 Princeton focus. Nothing serious, or of momentous importance or in- 
 terest has befallen me since we left the college. I think the case system 
 of the study of law is sufficient to keep anyone out of all other kinds of 
 practice and deviltry. I hope to see many of the fellows in June." 
 This letter shows that Parsons is conscious of his sins ; that he realizes 
 the absorbing viciousness of the practice of law and the need of constant 
 association with '92 men to counteract the same, even in a small degree. 
 So it leaves us a small hope of better things in him. But it does not 
 decide whether Ward was wrong about the "society man," or whether 
 Parsons is so far gone that he does not consider " society " a devilish 
 practice. 
 
My lord the King has not yet came ; but 
 Pearson, Wm. Edward he has been sighted. I suppose everybody saw 
 him at the Fair last summer. He was employed 
 in the Fairgrounds as architect and supervising manager for the Welling- 
 ton Hotel and Catering Company, of Chicago, from shortly after our com- 
 mencement until late this fall. He then left Chicago in order to attend 
 the Class reunion on the twenty-ninth of November last. This was right. 
 On the following day he attended the game on the '92 coach and renewed 
 his youth and the color of his hair in the intoxication of victory and one 
 small glass of champagny water. 
 
 After he had once more become orientiert in the civilization of the 
 Atlantic States, he entered the employ of the Cape Ann Granite Com- 
 pany, of Bay View, Mass. And that his heart has not become as hard as 
 the stone he sells, is shown by this brief selection from a letter he wrote to 
 me . ***** « What a great relief to feel settled ! I agree with 
 a good many of your ideas on domestic felicity, and hope some day to 
 have the biggest open fire-place that can be made. I have not decided 
 what to build it with yet. I could get granite at a big discount. But 
 then granite would look cold ; don't you think it would? And there must 
 not be anything cold about it." " Lord " says the above is nonsense ; but 
 I am not sure of that. 
 
 Not receiving any word from "Pous," I 
 Peddie, George Wilson finally telegraphed to his home, No. 1 Upsal 
 Terrace, Germantown, Pa. In reply his 
 mother wrote that George was travelling, and was beyond the reach of 
 mails, so that my message could not be forwarded to him soon enough 
 for a letter to come back in time for publication. With regard 
 to his future, his mother adds that "He hopes and intends to prove worthy 
 of his illustrious Alma Mater in the years that are to come." 
 
 " Long John " Pendleton, who likes to 
 Pendleton, John C. B. wade in two fathoms' depth of water, sends 
 from the office of Hubbard, Price & Co., Balti- 
 more, the following startling communication : 
 
 "Am working in a broker's office. Have been since April last. 
 Do not take to it as much as to some things I have done while in col- 
 lege ; but the trouble is, work takes to me. So that settles it. Am 
 settled at 210 Madison St. West, Baltimore, Md." 
 
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 We had almost forgotten that work took to John. We do remember 
 
 one occasion on which work took John to , a small town in Jersey, 
 
 which I will not name. Anyway, the people of Cranberry still believe 
 that John is a " Piece of Work." 
 
 Say, " Priam ! " has Sam Small 
 Periam, Warrington Walworth or " Eeddy " Smith been visiting 
 
 Newark and favoring the inhabitants 
 of that classic town with a few verses of " Periam, Sweet Periam? " If 
 neither has, I am at a loss to know why you have struck such a sour fit 
 that all the appeals of the Secretary for information about yourself fall on 
 deaf ears. The Class Directory informs us that your address is 55 Eose- 
 ville Avenue, Newark, N. J., and that you too are studying law. Why 
 don't you emulate John Brennan and " Brig " Young, and be a lawyer, 
 and not a mere law student like " Billy " Wilson and Bowdre Phinizy and 
 the rest of our dilettanti members ? 
 
 This is the space allotted to the man from Georgia 
 Phinizy, Bowdre who, in "Eeddy" Smith's telling phrase, "is going 
 to set the world on fire." Bowdre is very reticent 
 about himself and has been so ever since graduation; but, despite this 
 studied effort at self-concealment, we have a confidence which we share 
 with several of the faculty, that, when opportunity arises, the sign of the 
 finny tribe will be in the ascendant. Bowdre was at Johns Hopkins dur- 
 ing the year 1892-93, and seems to have made himself very popular at 
 Baltimore. Having abandoned the farming idea, he took up law and is 
 now studying at Augusta, Ga., " more or less busily, as the case may be, 
 and will probably continue to do so for some little time." "Dakota" 
 Wood says : " Phinizy is still unmarried, but that he is a leading light in 
 southern society, and if some of those dashing belles don't get after him 
 pretty soon it will be a wonder." Joe Huston assures us of Phinizy 's con- 
 tinued devotion to Princeton and class interests ; and his own letter says : 
 " I wish I could get on for the Thanksgiving game and the Class Supper, 
 but will have to content myself with the newspaper accounts. Best wishes. ' ' 
 
 When " Mike " asked me to write him 
 Prentice, William Kelly up for the class book I, thinking to get a 
 bootlick on the Secretary, immediately con- 
 sented. I am sorry I did so, because now he is soured on me owing to 
 
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 certain innocent remarks I wanted to incorporate in my 'writing up.' 
 You fellows all know how much could be said about our Secretary ; but 
 I am compelled by the censorship he exercises over my pen to leave all 
 that out, and give him his base on balls. I didn't know what possibili- 
 ties lay hidden in our jejune Secretary until I read a postal card he wrote 
 to one of the fellows, enquiring about a long over due letter for this book. 
 The blanks and dashes on that postal card would have caused it to be 
 forbidden the mails, had John "Wanamaker or Charlie Mudge been post- 
 master general. The Seminary life is responsible for it. " Mike " leaves 
 the Sem. next year, however, and so will probably overcome the bad 
 language habit. But I fear he will never overcome his bad spelling 
 habit. I have fixed up the spelling in those parts of his letter quoted 
 below. I wished to spare your feelings, and also prevent the printer and 
 all his devils from pointing the finger of scorn at the man who was the 
 Faculty's collective son. 
 
 "Mike" has had a lively time of it according to his account. 
 Thrilling hair-breadth escapes have abounded in his career since, as he 
 says, " I have been only an alumnus." 
 
 First t. h. b. escape: " I have met some of the nicest girls this side 
 of the fifth paradise and have not become engaged." (N. B. Providence 
 must have favored " Mike." By the way, where on earth — or if not on 
 earth, where in the other place — is the fifth paradise?) 
 
 Second t. h. b. escape : " I once made a speech from a dump cart at 
 a Prep, school football celebration. My brilliant oratory fixed the crowd's 
 attention while I was retiring from the rostrum. I retired just before the 
 cart dumped." (N. B. This was most considerate on the part of our Sec- 
 retary. The cart doubtless appreciated it.) 
 
 Third t. h. b. escape. "On another occasion I was shaving when a 
 man came to borrow money. I escaped with my life and he with the 
 money. (Query: Did he ever return?) 
 
 Fourth t. h. b. escape : " I have been to Bar Harbor and have seen 
 — ." Here our Secretary goes chasing oft' into a highfalutin' rhapsody 
 about clouds, sea-breezes and mountains and falls ker-flump over a word 
 he can't spell, so we'll omit all that. En passant, however, instead of get- 
 ting that much talked-of loving-cup, why not chip in and buy our class 
 Secretary and recording angel a good pocket dictionary ? 
 
 It was after the Bar Harbor visit that the Mail and Express contained 
 this little paragraph : " Mr. William Kelly Prentice, a recent graduate 
 of Princeton University, were it not for his modest and retiring disposi- 
 tion, would cut a wide swarth in New York Society." Hooroo ! 1 
 
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 Fifth t. h. b. escape, returning to Mike's letter: " If I thought I would 
 be believed, I would tell how I argued with Jim Westervelt when neither 
 of us lost his temper. But I won't." (Thanks, Mike. Not that ! Any- 
 thing but that ! ) 
 
 " I want to advise all my class-mates to take up teaching as a profes- 
 sion. It is not a lucrative employment, but is exceedingly salubrious. 
 Also, it cultivates a smooth and even temper, and affords peculiar oppor- 
 tunities to form lasting friendships with the younger members of the ris- 
 ing generation." Last year " Mike " taught at Lawrence ville, and this year 
 has been living at Princeton, taking in arbutus parties and other social 
 functions, studying at the Seminary between times. Next summer " Mike " 
 is going to Germany to see what beer tastes like, and next fall he will take 
 up teaching once more. His letter winds up: "I send my very best to 
 everybody. I am very hopeful and unm'arried." (N. B. I think the 
 last " and " is a misprint for " though," but as " Mike " will revise this, I'll 
 let him make the necessary correction.) 
 
 Writes John from 765 High St., Newark, N. J. : 
 Rankin, John L. " Besides attending the sessions of the New York Law 
 School, I am serving my apprenticeship to the law in 
 the office of Cortlandt and Wayne Parker, and expect to become a mem- 
 ber of the New Jersey Bar. 
 
 "As to Princeton, there is no need to state the loyalty and the keen 
 interest in her doings that is shared by all of us." 
 
 The fellows say that John is just the same old John who had, in sopho- 
 more year, " a personality and an individuality whose integrity must be 
 preserved at all costs." 
 
 Charlie's favorite sport at college — the 
 Rieman, Charles Ellet Nassau Herald says it — was fox-hunting, and 
 you will read below that he still takes time to 
 hunt the fox, and thus renew his youth. Charlie writes : "I started 
 work with the Western Maryland K. R. Co., soon after graduation, and 
 was with the Company until a few weeks ago. Since then I have been 
 with the Commercial and Farmers' National Bank. I have not been 
 able to visit Princeton since '92, and in fact have been from home but very 
 little owing to my business, which has been too binding. I have, how- 
 ever, had some holidays, which I devoted to my horses and fox-hunting. 
 1 still live at home with my parents, and my address remains the same — 
 care Henry Rieman & Sons, Baltimore. I know of no other general infor- 
 
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 mation but that I am, I dare say like the majority of my classmates, not 
 engaged, and by this letter I should like to be remembered to my class- 
 mates, for I regret that I will not be able to go to Princeton this coming 
 June." 
 
 Alfred writes from the Equitable Build- 
 Riggs, Alfred Randolph ing, Baltimore, Md. : " My address is still 
 814 Cathedral Street, Baltimore, Md. Since 
 leaving college I have been studying law at the University of Maryland 
 and reading in the office of Lawrason Biggs '83. I manage to take in most 
 of the ' games,' and in that way see a good many of the class, which gives 
 me great joy. A call from any member of '92 who should happen to 
 strike Baltimore will be very much enjoyed by me. There are only a few 
 of us here, but we will try to make it pleasant." 
 
 I don't suppose there is any body in these parts 
 RiGGS, Jesse B. who don't know that Jesse Biggs and Lawrence Young 
 are both married. But for the benefit of those who 
 live beyond the pale of the Eastern States, Jesse tells of his marriage 
 here: " Brig." will tell about his, farther on. Of course they are not the 
 only married men in the class. There are eight others at least. But how 
 little we thought, when we watched Jesse and little Heffelfinger tumbling 
 over each other at Manhattan field, that Jess would ever grow big enough 
 to be a real householder and settle down to the resposibilities of married 
 life. Yet perhaps such a denouement was not altogether unexpected. 
 Jesse writes: "Since leaving college have been in my brother's office — 
 not very hard work. I married Miss Charlotte Symington, of Catons- 
 ville (near Balto.) last 5 Oct. '93. Had as ushers from the class John 
 Pendleton, ' Big ' Besson, ' Beddy ' Parker and Alfred Biggs. I have 
 rooms this winter at ' The Arundel,' North Charles St., Baltimore. 
 Spent several weeks last fall at Princeton during football season." 
 
 Apropos of this letter of Jesse's, let me call your attention to the very 
 much overdrawn picture of the future which may be found on page 52 of 
 the Nassau Herald. 
 
 " Bobby " is, as he expresses it, " bucking 
 
 Roberts, John Sinclair the world in New York City." "Bobby"has 
 
 already made an opening. May he reach the 
 
 goal. He is now running behind the interference of Catlin & Co., Com- 
 
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 mission Merchants in Dry Goods. Catlin & Co. hail from New York and 
 Boston. "Bobby" lives with "Sport" Marshall, "Shelly," "Jack" 
 Westervelt and Crowley Wentworth at 50 Willow St., Brooklyn. " Drop 
 in," says this letter most cordially, " and see us." 
 
 This letter is from the youngest living graduate 
 Sailer, Randolph of the Glorious Class. " Birdie " was here the other 
 day, and followed his — i. e. his way — around the 
 place, as if he remembered distinctly the scenes of his early youth. 
 He has not grown a beard. This is not surprising. He writes: "Du- 
 ring the summer of '92 I did the first year's work of the Law School of 
 the U. of P., and entered the Class of '94. I get my LL.B., therefore, 
 this June, and would be admitted to the bar but for my age. I hope to 
 be admitted next September. Have taken some interest in the Law clubs 
 and college papers, and am Secretary of the University Courier, and Pro- 
 thonotary of the Miller club. What little I saw of Clio has enabled me 
 to run things pretty much as I pleased in the law club ; but for that mat- 
 ter any Princetonian should be able to run any Pennsylvania affair. Du- 
 ring the short time I have been in contact with men outside of Nassau, I 
 have learned to thank ' Jeremy ' above all the teachers I ever had, for teach- 
 ing me to think. That, I take it, is essentially what the atmosphere of 
 Princeton does for a man. The vast majority of men are content if only 
 they ' remember,' while a pitiful minority is compelled to do the think- 
 ing for the whole. When I fall from grace, remember that my fall is due 
 to the law I got at the TJ. of P., and not to the ethics of Princeton. At 
 that time, too, I may need a little theology." 
 
 Our Class Orator is happy ; but 
 Shellabarger, Joseph Mitchell he seems to have mighty little faith 
 
 in the Class Secretary and mighty 
 little hope that this Class book will appear for a long time to come. These 
 things are apparent from the opening sentence of his letter. ' ' My chief 
 source of joy at the present writing is that there is the possibility of my 
 obtaining a law school degree and an admission to the bar by the time this 
 letter shall have appeared in print." 
 
 In Joe's oration may be found these words : "Hardly a generation 
 ago, the student was bound down to the study of a few prescribed subjects. 
 . . . Departure from such a course was as the profane violation of time- 
 
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 honored tradition. But civilization has advanced. ... As the de- 
 developed butterfly tires of the confining cocoon and seeks freedom in the 
 larger and more beautiful world, so Princeton flung aside the simple garb 
 of early youth, and has taken on the more fitting habiliments of a higher 
 and more comprehensive culture. . . . Let us strive for the mainte- 
 nance of this spirit." See how Joe has done this ! Read how he has 
 taken advantage of the Advance of Civilization ! He says : " Every 
 night just now ' Sport ' Marshall, ' Jack ' Westervelt and I are hard at it (I 
 suppose it means Crowley) upon the subject of contingent remainders and 
 cestuis que trustent ; (this seems to be legal Latin for cestus qui trudent, 
 boxing gloves which will shove forward;) and the unanimous verdict of 
 the three seems to be that in comparison with such problems, old ' Jere- 
 my's ' Metaphysics was a dead cinch. 
 
 " My love for Princeton and affection for dear old '92 are rooted 
 within my heart deeper than ever before. Best wishes to my classmates 
 and success to all which is Princetonian." 
 
 The following correspondence, received by the 
 Shick, Charles H. Secretary, is relative to Billy and explains itself: 
 
 Reading, Pa., April 11, 1894. 
 Wm. K. Prentice, Princeton, N. J. 
 
 Dear Sir : — Your telegram to my brother came to hand in due time, 
 and as he is absent on a trip to California, I opened it. I am sorry I 
 cannot communicate with him at once, as he failed to leave an address ; but 
 I will let him know of your request as soon as I can catch him. 
 
 Very truly yours, Robt. P. Shick. 
 
 San Antonio, Tex., April 11, 1894. 
 My Dear Prentice : — I enclose you a letter for publication in Class 
 book ; also one dollar for a copy to be sent to my home address. 
 
 Yours Truly, Chas. H. Shick, 
 1011 Penn St., Reading, Pa. 
 P. S. — Can't get a paper dollar to enclose to-night. Will send you a 
 dollar to-morrow. Yours, Billy Shick. 
 
 Fellow Classmates : — Life is a series of ups and downs, and the 
 latter come with a melancholy thump. When I left college in June 1892, 
 I hesitated between business and the profession of medicine. Not to rush 
 matters, I ran up to Lake George to meditate on the shore of that majestic 
 
body of water. I decided for business: viz., tbe stove manufacturing 
 business, tbe causa belli being more money. Alas ! I found it the chase 
 of the evasive butterfly. I went into the office of Orr, Painter & Co., 
 Keading, Pa., as a clerk at the munificent salary of $4.50 per week. In a 
 couple of months my salary was raised to $5. In six months my salary 
 was $10 per week. I went on the road at an increase in January, 1893. 
 That year I travelled about seven months over the States of Ohio, Pennsyl- 
 vaina, West Virginia and Kentucky. In the fall of 1893 I was again in 
 the office of the stove works for three months. I started out to travel again 
 in January this year at an increase of salary. My spring trip ended April 
 1st, at Cincinnati. Then I became encumbered with a racking, hectic, 
 consumptive cough ; so decided on a trip for my health. I bought an ex- 
 cursion ticket to California and found a congenial companion to go with me, 
 and am now en route. To-morrow I run down to the City of Mexico to see a 
 bull fight, and then go on to California. I hope to be on hand to greet 
 everybody at Princeton, Commencement week. Yesterday in Galveston 
 I saw Bishop Seeley, '91, behind the bars — of a bank. This is a brief 
 note. I will call the waiter and drink a Mint Julep to the health of the 
 glorious Class of '92. If any member comes near Eeading, Pa., drop in 
 and you will find a Dutch welcome. I live in a shanty of a few rooms. 
 On one side is a kindergarten school ; on t' other is an undertaker's estab- 
 lishment. On the near corner are two saloons, a half square away is the 
 Berks County Jail, and in the same square is a good physician. In short, 
 in my vicinity are all modern conveniences. Pay me a visit. 
 
 Laughingly yours, Billy Shick. 
 P. S. — Par-ee is well. 
 
 Billy left college in February, 1891. Since then 
 Skiles, William M. nothing has been heard from him, except that he is 
 at present living in Paris. I have not his address, 
 and I have not been able to get it from any of his pals. 
 
 " Sam " has risen high already. He writes 
 Small, Ralph Duffield from the seventeenth story of a Chicago 
 building. 
 Law Office Lyman and Jackson, Chicago. 
 " Dear Mike: — The above head lines tell my present history. I 
 have been with this firm for a year and a half, though I still attend even- 
 ing law school, and will be ' admitted ' in June on a certificate from the 
 
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 school. I also write for the newspapers occasionally. My home address 
 is 2432 Michigan Ave., and my business address as above." 
 
 The above mentioned headlines don't tell all of " Sam's " present 
 history by any means. They don't refer to the honors he has taken in the 
 law school, thus helping to sustain '92's reputation in Chicago. Nor do 
 they tell of " Sam's" election to the Executive Committee of the Chicago 
 Princeton Alumni Association. Nor do they tell of " Sam's " social con- 
 quests, of his list of calling (and closer) acquaintances. Nor finally do 
 they mention " Sam's " big black beard. Yes, a real big black beard. 
 And it looks very well too. Whether it interferes with " Sam's " cornet 
 playing I cannot say. Let us hope not. 
 
 His letter concludes as follows : " There is nothing I should have 
 liked better than to have been with you fellows at the class dinner and 
 seen some of the old familiar faces — except to have been with that same 
 crowd and cheered myself blue in the face at the Thanksgiving game." 
 
 " Smugs' " letter contains valuable infor- 
 Smiley, Uriah Franklin mation, but needs exegesis. He says: "As 
 requested I answer. My city address is 1324 
 Mifflin St., Philadelphia, Pa. I am studying theology in above named 
 institution. — (He means Princeton, not 1324 Mifflin St.) For any other 
 information, will be glad to have you call at above named room, (i. e., 53 
 Brown Hall, Princeton.) Yours truly." 
 
 The " Ex-President" writes from the office of 
 Smith, Frank W. Jr. Smith Bare Company, Betz Building, Philadel- 
 phia, Pa. He feels quite honored at being asked 
 for a letter. That is quite undignified in an ex-President. These are 
 his words : 
 
 " Your notice regarding a short note, and bearing the postmark of 
 many cities and countries, has at last reached me. Not being, as it were, 
 • a full fledged ' member of the Class, I feel quite honored at being 
 asked for a letter. 
 
 " I am happy to say that I can now take nourishment, and my doctors 
 give me a few weeks more. I am in the lumber business and hold the 
 position of treasurer of the above company. The letter head will 
 give my address, where all news concerning Princeton and the Class of 
 '92 may be sent, and I assure you most gladly received." 
 
I think, as I read this letter, of the old lady who went with her 
 married daughter to see one of Shakespeare's plays. It was the first time 
 the old lady had ever been to the theatre. When she came back, her 
 daughter asked her how she liked the show. " Well," said the old lady, 
 " I liked it well enough, hut I was scared all the way through that that 
 Hamlet man wouldn't live to finish the performance." 
 
 Hush ! Hush I Let the audience hold their 
 Smith, William W. peace ! Let the band play music soft and slow ! A 
 red light sheds its genial glow upon the stage, and in- 
 to the presence of his classmates stalks the extenuated and inimitable author 
 of" George Washington's LastPants." Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Smith. 
 "Since September, Ninety-two, I have been in Pittsburgh, en- 
 gaged — not to a fair damsel — but in the study of law. Of course I came 
 here intending to gain the confidence of the firm with which I am reading, 
 and 'Old Man !' I have been successful. They now have apparently no 
 hesitation in permitting me to go to the post ofiice alone — I am also al- 
 lowed to fill the ink-wells and keep the pens in good order, and am en- 
 trusted with wiping the dust from the Pennsylvania State Keports. I 
 mention these facts with a pride which I am sure the circumstances will 
 render pardonable. I have no particular grievances at present, except that 
 my landlady gives me a white door knob to wash my hands with instead 
 of soap. At least this article is still smooth, hard and impenetrable after 
 six months, though I have used it faithfully morning and evening. The 
 temperature of the water does not matter in the least — warm water makes 
 no more impression upon that shining surface than does the hot tear upon 
 the smooth cheek of the maiden (That last is a beautiful thought, — similes 
 always were my strong point). More remarkable still, it is exactly the 
 same size as it was six months ago. You will grant that all this looks a 
 trifle dubious and warrants my suspicion that this same cake of ivory is 
 nothing else than a masquerading white door knob. Everything is lovely 
 as I go to press — whither I must proceed rather abruptly as I hear the 
 chief clerk calling me to throw on some coal." 
 
 There is no letter from " Chew." More 
 
 Somerby, Charles Wood than a year ago, I received a letter from him, 
 
 saying that he was married Decemher 23d, 
 
 1892, was living in Minneapolis, and was funny-man on the Minneapolis 
 
 Times. I am very sorry that that letter has been left at Albany and can- 
 
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 not be procured now. Since the receipt of that letter, several of the fel- 
 lows have told me that " Chew " is not married, and that he must have 
 been trying to pull the Secretary's leg. Now everybody knows that the 
 Secretary's leg pulls easily. So what the truth of the matter is no one 
 will know, until some one gets hold of " Chew " himself. It is a great 
 shame that we have not a letter from our Presentation Orator. 
 
 But we have a letter from the Censor. 
 
 Spooner, Charles Philip Charlie says he has seen Somerby and several 
 
 ot the others, but does not say whether they 
 
 are married. He writes from Madison, Wis., where he has been studying 
 
 law for two years. 
 
 " I hardly know where to commence, or what to write. But as I 
 know that everything written by the boys will interest me, perhaps what 
 I may write will be of interest to you. To begin with, thank Heaven for 
 that foot ball championship. Princeton needed it badly ; and all by my- 
 self I led a cheer for the dear old college, when I first got the news. This 
 town and University were pretty thoroughly Yale and Harvard ; but 
 Parke Davis as foot ball coach, with what influence I have been able to 
 exert, has given it a decided Princeton tinge. So much so, that every- 
 body here rejoiced at Princeton's victory. As for myself, I am studying 
 law, and will be graduated in June, when I will be taken into my father's 
 firm and be put to work right off". Last year I played base ball with the 
 U. of W. team, but find too much law to be learned this year to allow 
 me to do so any more. I am a member of a fraternity here, and while a 
 fellow should be in one if he is at a college where they cut a large figure, 
 I am strongly opposed to their admission to Princeton. And I am stren- 
 uously against Sophomore or Freshman clubs at Princeton. The Class of 
 '92, large as it was, had more fraternal spirit, and was more closely bound 
 together, than many so-called fraternities. I find my love for Princeton 
 and '92 increases year by year, time only softening and sweetening the 
 memories. With love to all the boys and in eager anticipation of the 
 Class book, I remain, yours etc., Charlie Spooner." 
 
 The king of the runts has the floor. " ' The 
 
 Stevenson, Robert A. world has need of honest young men with high 
 
 ideals,' so they told me at commencement. I had 
 
 never stolen anything but matches, and had some bang-up ideals when I 
 
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 left Princeton. I decided to take two weeks' vacation, and then consider 
 bids for my services. The world is very careless of its needs ; I am still 
 out of a job. My business friends told me that the best thing I could do 
 was to forget right speedily all that I had learned at college. I wondered 
 why I ever was sent to college. I have been wondering ever since. No 
 one could answer my question, so I went back to Princeton in the fall of 
 '92 to see if I could find an answer — as a post-graduate. I thought that 
 surely a graduate student would receive consideration — at least from the 
 college world. But the college world took me for a freshman four times 
 in the first two days. The world didn't want me. The college hadn't an 
 extensive use for me. I walked a lonely path, wearing an orange and 
 black cap to avoid indignities, and was right fond of standing in front of 
 Reunion, telling all who would listen ' what I did when I was in college. ' 
 Finally I went over to Lawrenceville and made some shekels tutoring 
 small boys — smaller than myself— which was gratifying. The year passed 
 quietly. Rumors of marriages in the Class were in the air. Joe Huston 
 and Bayard Henry visited Princeton occasionally. Barring an appropria- 
 tion I had to make for internal improvements — vermiform appendix 
 yanked — nothing very exciting happened to me. June came along, and I 
 discovered, with the help of my practical business friends, that a year's 
 graduate work had made me a little less fit for business life than I was at 
 the end of my undergraduate work. That settled it. I made up my mind 
 not to be half-way worthless. I am now a member of the Department of 
 History and Political Economy at the Johns Hopkins University. I can 
 prove it by the catalogue. lam after a Ph.D. I'm not married. I'm 
 not engaged. I've not been making my own living. 
 
 " My best wishes to the Class. May we all be better for having been 
 in it." 
 
 Stork, John William John has been S ettin S <l uite oratorical down 
 
 in Baltimore. Or perhaps it was under the in- 
 fluence of the " Chattolanee Springs Water " that he wrote the following. 
 I wonder whether, if John was back at college, one of his professors 
 would stop in the middle of his lecture and turn to him and say, as was 
 said to another in our class, " John, you drink too much !" Do you re- 
 member the story about the woman who said that her son staid out very 
 late nights, but she knew that he didn't drink, because he was always so 
 thirsty next morning ? 
 
 John writes : " Your request for a history of myself since leaving 
 the classic shades of Old Nassau has remained unanswered long enough ; 
 
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 with a cheerful and glad heart I now will give you in a few words all 
 that I have been doing since we all met together. To write or speak the 
 words " Princeton Ninety-Two," is sufficient to cheer up the heart of any 
 of its members. I have most likely travelled the path of the minority in 
 our class and entered a business life. My first year was a hard, up hill 
 one, but meaning to uphold my part of the life work of '92's men, I de- 
 termined to succeed. I am in the mineral water business, being the pro- 
 prietor and owner of the only Spring Water Company, serving mineral 
 water daily, in the city of Baltimore and vicinity. If you want to know 
 the bright side of things with me, I can with thankfulness say, I have 
 already met with great success, and without being elated, am much en- 
 couraged to go ahead. I expect soon to have a branch establishment in 
 the neighboring city of Washington. A college education and the asso- 
 ciations of my college life, have already been of invaluable assistance to 
 me, and I truly and sincerely believe that a man with the genuine Prince- 
 spirit in him, can't but succeed in life, whatever his vocation." 
 
 Street, as we all have heard, even if we 
 Street, Irving W. did not see him in the midst of his exalta- 
 tion, had a good deal to do with running the 
 World's Fair last summer. We have no doubt that Irving felt his res- 
 ponsibility. In fact " Dakota " Wood, who is an instructor in the Prep., 
 and a man of keen observation, says that Street looked as if the whole of 
 Lake Michigan was on his shoulders, except he wasn't damp enough. I 
 don't understand this very well, but it is very good— for Wood. Street 
 opens with a somewhat discouraging confession. He says : " I have not 
 made the ' great tear ' which my youthful imagination used to picture.'' 
 Don't be discouraged, old man ! Wilkie Collins didn't come up to our ex- 
 pectations a year or two ago ; but now he has a set of whiskers to beat the 
 cars. Keep on trying and may be you will sometime reach even that high 
 ideal which your youthful imagination pictured. Street is in McCormick 
 Theological Seminary and doesn't like to poll any more. In addition to 
 his duties as a student, Irving is engaged in mission work in the vicinity 
 of " Little Hell." Besides this, he sees Truby, S. Dunning, Sam Small, 
 Josie Mayhew and Punk Curran from time to time— at least he knows 
 that they are somewhere in his vicinity, which, take it all in all, is just as 
 good. Street brings his letter to a close thus : "I suppose it is to be ex- 
 pected, but it is disappointing to see so constantly that the pleasures of 
 
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 Princeton life are past, and are not possible for rne again. I hope that 
 new sport growing out of it, and better, because more purposeful, is in 
 store for each of us." 
 
 " Cupid " says he is a "hard-working alumnus." 
 Stump, William But then cupids never do see things as they are. Bill, 
 however, not to leave any false impression, proceeds to 
 define his idea of hard work. " Hard working," he says, " is a very good 
 way to state it, as I assure you this game of ' bucking ' against the world 
 is no ' easy fruit,' though as yet I have not, in the strict sense of the word, 
 tried it very much. After leaving the classic shades I loafed for the sum- 
 mer. In the autumn I entered the Medical Department of the U. of P. 
 with several of our class, Woods, Bucher, Gibby and others. The first 
 year passed smoothly. I came out with a prize and an honorable men- 
 tion, and half of my second year work finished. 
 
 " Last summer I took a course at the Johns Hopkins Hospital in Balti- 
 more for five months. At present am at the medical school and will be 
 here for another year before I get my M. D. (much death). There is 
 nothing more to tell you about myself. As for my address, anything di- 
 rected to the Med. Dept. TJ. of Pa., will reach me until June, '95." 
 
 " Sackas " has been teaching foot- 
 Symmes, Joseph Gaston, Jr. ball and other things to the other little 
 
 boys at Radford, Va. Candee tells us 
 that he and Joe celebrated this last foot-ball victory together. Joe says : 
 
 " I spent the first year after graduation in Princeton Theological 
 Seminary. At present I am teaching in Radford, Va., at the St. Albans 
 school. D. V., I will return next year to the Seminary. 
 
 ' ' This short history cannot be satisfactorily ended without mention 
 of the glorious victory our boys won on Thanksgiving Day. My pres- 
 ent address is St. Albans School, Radford, Va." 
 
 "Maud " is once more in the East. I don't 
 Talcott, Francis E. know who rooms above him now ; but he lives at 
 No. 7 West 57th St., New York City. He writes 
 to us about his Western experiences. " You remember I left Princeton 
 in my Sophomore year, just at its close, on account of my health. I spent 
 the three years immediately following in the wilds of the wild and woolly 
 
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 West, at Delta, Colorado, the first year on the ranch of a friend, the second 
 and third on a small cattle and fruit farm of my own. The people were 
 rather crude in their ideas, and uncompanionable, laws rather lax and 
 property hard to protect. So, with health much bettered, I was at length 
 glad to renew my acquaintance with the haunts of civilization and my 
 old friends. The experience was a very novel one, and broadening to one's 
 ideas. One is especially impressed with the poverty of the people and the 
 iron grasp which Eastern capital has upon them. On the other hand, the 
 western life has an intense fascination on account of its freedom and in- 
 formality. The cultured and refined, however, feel the need of a certain 
 something which the border country does not afford." 
 
 I believe Tindle is still living in Pittsburg. 
 Tindle, Charles W. But what he is doing, who can tell? He has 
 sent in no letter. 
 
 The " Contributors' Club " is late with his 
 Truby, Charles Irvin copy. This volume can't wait even for a Lit. 
 man. Why Truby has not been heard from I 
 am unable to say. There may be a possible suggestion as to the reason 
 in an answer which he is reported to have made when asked, last summer, 
 to take a certain position. His answer was in words something like these : 
 " I can't do it, old man. You see I've got in with a lot of young ladies 
 out here (that is in Chicago) and I can't go away very well." It is very 
 likely that " Trub " hasn't time to let his anxious classmates know any- 
 thing about him. From the little I can gather, Truby is in McCormick 
 Theological Seminary, and is about completing his middle year. We had 
 hoped, Mr. " Contributors' Club," to read a word or two from your virile 
 pen ; but we wish you success in your triumphant marches through Chi- 
 cago society. We forgive you for neglecting us, and even our Secretary 
 can sympathize with you in your feeling that some things leave a man 
 very little time for other things. 
 
 Van Ness is a typical seminole. He and Ben- 
 Van Ness, John nett, Biederwolf and Parker run a sort of a perpet- 
 ual circus in the hallways of Old Sem. Even seminoles 
 are fond of innocent amusement now and then. Van Ness spent the 
 summer at Moody's Bible School in Chicago and had lots of time to 
 view the Fair. He expects to supply the pulpit of the Presbyterian 
 
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 try to impress your company as you did trie Class in Science and Religion. 
 The sad result you had then should be a warning to you. Peter says, on 
 a letter-head of Yredenburgh & Garretson, Counsellors at Law, No. 1 Ex- 
 change Place, Jersey City, N. J. : 
 
 " Am engaged in the above office doing doing office work." (I don't 
 know whether that means sweeping out the place.) " I spent one year 
 in the New York Law School. Am also looking after a remunerative es" 
 tate on the West Side, the legal profession being not particularly replete 
 with retainers in its embryo state, as the rest of the pettifoggers in the 
 Class can testify. I am about to pray for judgment against the gross 
 criminal negligence of the Manhattan Elevated, which quite upset my 
 psychological system by dropping timber on my head, which I hold is a 
 menace to the public welfare. There being no element of contributary 
 •negligence to mitigate damages, the jury verdict may be so favorable as to 
 render contribution to the Class cup possible. As it stands now, ' Silver 
 and gold have I none, but such as I have give I thee.' " 
 
 So he sends us his letter. Peter won his suit however, and no sub- 
 scription has come yet. This is meant for a subtle reminder, Pete. 
 
 Updyke, you remember, won the 
 Vreeland, Williamson Updyke Modern Language Fellowship when 
 
 we graduated, and in consequence 
 thereof, went abroad for travel and study. No letter has been received 
 from him for the Class book ; but his father, Mr. J. M. Vreeland, has been 
 good enough to send us the following letter about him : " My son, W. 
 V. Vreeland, is now at Madrid, Spain, and any correspondence with that 
 address will reach him. After graduating from Princeton, he spent a 
 year at Paris, studying, and from there he went to Florence, Italy. He 
 afterwards visited Eome, Naples and other places in Italy of less impor- 
 tance. He expects in the near future to go to the more northern part of 
 Spain. About the first of August he intends to return to America." 
 
 The Daily Princetonian of April 23, 1894, prints the following article 
 about Vreeland : 
 
 " '92. W. U. Vreeland, ex-fellow in Modern Languages, who has 
 been pursuing a two years' course of study at Paris, Florence and Mad- 
 rid, is now attending the University in the last named city, preparing 
 himself to teach the Eomance languages. He was recently arrested in 
 Saragossa as a French anarchist, a Protestant missionary and an American 
 defaulter ; but he was happily able to clear himself from all three 
 charges." 
 
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 church at Manchester, N. J., during the coming summer. He still wears 
 an orange and black blazer and, I might add, it is very becoming to him. 
 From his apartments on the first floor of this building, next to the roof, 
 John writes : 
 
 " The summer after our graduation I spent at my home, Johnson- 
 burg, N. J., entertaining friends and having a good time. Entered 
 Princeton Seminary Sept. '92. Koom with K. P. D. Bennett '92. Last 
 summer, with Biederwolf, Parker and others, I took a course at Moody's 
 Bible Institute, in Chicago. Took in the town and the Fair and saw a 
 number of '92 men." 
 
 Peter sends greeting to the Class, and also a 
 Vredenburgh, Peter modest "ad" in the way^of the following 
 card : 
 
 ANNUAL 
 
 MILITARY RECEPTION AND EXHIBITION DRILL. 
 
 Drefcenburgb IRifles, 
 
 Company E, 7th Regt., N. G. S. N. J. 
 Peter Vredenburgh, Captain. 
 
 Opeka House, Freehold, N. J., 
 
 Wednesday, Feb. 21, 1894. 
 
 Complimentary to Class of '92 of Princeton and Ladies. 
 
 COMPANY DRILL, 8 O'CLOCK. DANCING, 9 O'CLOCK. 
 
 MILITARY GUESTS PLEASE APPEAR IN UNIFORM. 
 
 Thank you, Peter, but don't you think the hall would have been a 
 little crowded if you had sent that early enough for us and ladies to 
 accept? Just think how many lady friends " Pop " Atkinson, "Col." 
 Betts, and Truby have ! You were wise not to send the bid until after 
 the ball — (couldn't help using those last three words, fellows ; excuse me). 
 
 Imagine Captain Peter during an engagement or a ball. Ye gods 
 and little fishes, what a sight ! Just one bit of advice, Captain. Don't 
 
It is the private belief of the Secretary, however, that certain por- 
 tions of this narrative are less strange than fact. 
 
 Ward came down to Princeton a few 
 Ward, Frederick Clifford days ago. He promised that he would 
 
 write his letter at once, and also send me 
 some addresses. I thought to ask him something about himself, but did 
 not, because I was afraid that if I did so he would think that there was no 
 longer any necessity for his writing. But nevertheless he went off with- 
 out writing his letter and I have not heard from him since, although I 
 have written and telegraphed to him. He is said to be studying at the 
 New York Law School. His home is at Croton, N. T., I believe. 
 
 Crowley always said that when he grad- 
 
 Wentworth, Crowley uated he was going to be a " Universal Genius." 
 
 His career during the past two years abundantly 
 
 proves that his intention has been carried out. But his letter is rather 
 
 shorter than we might expect from one of such parts. 
 
 " Last year I was at the New York Law School. Since September, 
 '93, I have been teaching at the Brooklyn Boys' High School, and till 
 further notice my address will be 50 Willow St., Brooklyn. 
 
 Sincerely, 
 
 Crowley." 
 You see Crowley no longer signs himself P. H. B. E. M. B. S. 
 
 Jim starts out with a Latin sentence — not 
 Westervelt, James original with him, however. He hadn't mastered 
 the genders of the commonest Latin nouns when 
 he was an editor of the Lit, and certainly hasn't polled Latin since. The 
 sentence in question, however, witnesses to one laudable action on Jim's 
 part since he graduated. He has started to read his diploma and has gotten 
 through the first phrase, which is more than most of us have done. Maggie 
 Magie has used the same phrase, so he too has not neglected his oppor- 
 tunities. Here it is : 
 
 " Omnibus has literas lecturis notum sit quod. 
 
 "I am studying law at the New York Law School. Expect to grad- 
 uate in June. Am very pleasantly located as a student in the office of 
 Cayley, Baucus & Fleming, at 52 Wall St., N. Y. Hope to be admitted 
 
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 to the Bar in May, 1894. Meanwhile I am living very quietly, spending 
 a great part of every evening studying. On Saturday evenings I am very 
 dissipated— frequently playing pool for as much as a whole hour, and 
 smoking all that time. 
 
 " I am yet absolutely free from any and all dangerous entanglements 
 of whatsoever kind and wheresoever situated. Health good. Thin as 
 ever." 
 
 Yes, just as thin as he was five years ago, when Dr. Schanck one day 
 called the attention of the entire room to Jim's resemblance to a " Jersey 
 mosquito." But Jim has a moustache now, and looks quite elderly— for 
 him. 
 
 Ben writes from the office of Lamb & Rich. 
 White, Benjamin Vroom Both are meat for Ben. Duff says Ben has 
 no longer anything to do with periodicals. 
 This by way of biennial literature : 
 
 " There is so little in a young alumnus' life worthy of note, that it is 
 hard to tell where to begin, but not where to leave off. Since leaving the 
 halls of Old Nassau, redolent with the fumes of the fragrant weed, from 
 the Freshman's festive cigarette to the Senior's omnipresent pipe, where 
 we of the class of '92 waded through seas of ' blood on the campus ' to es- 
 tablish the foundations of a broad and solid education, I have been pur- 
 suing the graceful nymph, architecture, through Grecian peristyle and 
 Roman loggia, not to mention the corridors of 265 Broadway N. Y. C, 
 thickly strewn with roses thorny side up. I am still dangling from the 
 bottom rounds of the rickety ladder of fame, and sighing for an elevator. 
 As to the future, operibus credits et non verbis ; in the historic words fa- 
 miliar to all ' we shall see what we shall see.' Meanwhile I am success- 
 fully warding off cupid's arrows behind the bulwark of a dignified reserve— 
 * slightly disfigured, but still in the ring.' Entre nous, his little nibs with 
 the winged epaulettes, will have to dip his arrows in the poisonous dregs 
 of filthy lucre before he wings your ' uncle Dudley." 
 
 When one considers Ben's actions in giving, all by himself, three cheers 
 for Evelyn on the 18th St. station of the N. Y. L. Road for the benefit of 
 a few of his friends in that institution, whom he happened to see in a 
 passing train, we will be pardoned if we doubt his expressions of fondness 
 for a single life and hatred for the female race. 
 
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 " Sinbad " adds a P. S., in which he says : '• This 
 Wight, Calvin epistle is not to be altered at the indiscretion of the 
 Secretary," so here it goes just as it was written: 
 " Since leaving Princeton I have been engaged in the laborious duties of 
 a student of theology. My vacations were spent in bringing to life 
 defunct churches. My address for the winter is Princeton, 1ST. J. ; for the 
 summer months, New Hamburgh, N. Y." There you have it, gentle- 
 men, the life of Calvin Wright in a nutshell — unaltered and unabridged. 
 If it is,n't right it's his own fault, and he needn't come down out of the 
 " crow's nest " to chase the Secretary. 
 
 Van Dyke has been at the Chicago 
 Wight, Edward Van Dyke Theological Seminary for the last two years, 
 
 but is thinking of coming to the Princeton 
 Seminary next year. He writes : " My address is 81 Ashland Boulevard, 
 Chicago, 111., and I'm a Sem. student. I don't know that I have any 
 other information that will be of interest." Van Dyke has had rather a 
 hard time out in Chicago, because he has been sick a good deal there, 
 especially last winter. Nevertheless, this summer, as he says, he " man- 
 aged to do a little Sunday-school work." He says of this work : " You 
 may have to go hungry and sleep in holes in the side of hills etc., but you 
 will enjoy it." He concludes with, " Remember me to all the fellows." 
 
 Jess has been a P. G. at Princeton for the 
 Williams, Jf.sse Lynch last two years, except for a couple of months 
 during the latter part of last winter, when he 
 was engaged in some literary work in New York City. Last summer he 
 was a reporter for the New York Sun. I asked Jesse to write a long letter 
 for the Class Book, telling something about '92 P. G-. life here, and this is 
 what he wrote : 
 
 " We had an idea that when Ninety-two left college something was 
 going to break. And the only consolation some of us had in returning to 
 the old familiar landmarks, where a little before we owned things, but 
 now were to be back numbers, was in the thought that the college would 
 realize what a fine lot of fellows she had lost. I think the class rather 
 gloated over this, and we P. Gs. came back, holding our breaths and say- 
 ing ' Now, then.' Nothing dropped. 
 
 " John rang the bell every morning for chapel, just as he used to, with 
 the little hurrying strokes at the end, and the entry stairs rattled and the 
 doors slammed and the fellows hurried across the campus, yawning and 
 
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 tying their cravats. Once every hour the quadrangle came to life with a 
 noisy, slouching, pipe-smoking mob, and then suddenly quieted down 
 again, empty and deserted except for a little group over by the lamp-post 
 in front of the Princetonian office, smoking and loafing — just as we used 
 to do. Not one of them seemed to realize that there ever was a class of '92. 
 
 " Why, the very old elms seemed to smile grimly at us and say 'you 
 will observe that everything seems to worry along pretty well without 
 you,' and even Old North, who was always a good friend of ours, when 
 we turned towards him for protection, seemed to shake his hoary-head and 
 say, ' That's all very well but you've had your day. I'm sorry to in- 
 form you that your services are no longer required. You are Back-Num- 
 bers.' You would not think that of Old North. 
 
 " For a long time we shunned the campus, except that at night we 
 occasionally prowled about with arms around one another (as we used to 
 do) and gazed up at the old windows where once a yell would bring a wel- 
 come face, and where now we did not even know whose was the shadow 
 upon the curtain. When we went down to the 'Varsity practice, we scur- 
 ried ofl' by way of Nassau street and the little alley, which is always mud- 
 dy, and huddled together in a little group by ourselves, like a pack of 
 Seminoles, which some of us were. And sometimes we used to talk about 
 ' When-we- were-in-college' and reminesce about the double-numbered scores 
 we used to run up of a quiet afternoon against Penn. This was said in a 
 loud tone in order that the under-graduates would stop crowding us against 
 the ropes. Occasionally some freshman would nudge another and say 
 < Those are old grads. ' 
 
 •' But after a while we became accustomed, if not reconciled, to our 
 condition, and now we look like Fellows and Seminoles and Tutors. We 
 wear bad breaths and shiny coats with flapping tails, and on the campus 
 we step meekly off the side-walk for everybody, as all P. G.'s should. We 
 have become so hardened that we can sit still while the seniors are sing- 
 ing and listen all the way through without once budging. 
 
 " But they have not forgotten '92 altogether. They still speak of us 
 as a fine class (though not half so fine as we know we are) ; and when you 
 tell an under-graduate that you were in '92 he seems pleased to know you 
 and says, ' Is that so. ' 
 ********** 
 
 " I said a moment ago that the college was getting along very well 
 without our class. It was at first, but it is not now. At least it is not the 
 same as w r hen we were here, and when we come back in a few years we 
 
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 will, I fear, find a different Princeton from the one we used to know and 
 love. I know how distasteful it is to hear people talk in this strain, hut 
 this is more than the wail of the conservative for the days that are past, 
 the times that are gone. There is an insidious growth of something here, 
 and we who are in Princeton are afraid it will have to he called snobbery. 
 You can see it as you walk across the campus, as plainly as you see the 
 change in the costume of the under-graduates who now-a-days do not 
 consider corduroys and cheviots nice, and who can wear derby hats without 
 being guyed or asked where they're going. This thing of dress itself is 
 more than a mere externality. It tells a good deal. It indicates an inter- 
 nal development which is dead wrong. But don't let's talk about this. I 
 have written too much already, and have no space to tell of my plans for 
 greatness. P. Gs. do other things besides stand about and tell how much 
 better everything was when we were in college. But even if a fellow 
 were to take a year for doing nothing but preach Princeton to these mod- 
 ern under-graduates, I do not think his time would be spent in an unwor- 
 thy cause." 
 
 Once upon a time, a few weeks ago, the leading 
 Wilson, John G. aspirant to the throne of the Cotton Top Kingdom 
 combed his hair, donned his duds and his most peace- 
 ful smile, and went out to call. Now, it came to pass that there was abid- 
 ing in that house a small child ; and they brought her down to see the 
 " pretty " gentleman, and perlack to be kissed by him — being a girl. But 
 when the small child set foot in the room and saw the Cotton Top would- 
 be King, she slowly drew her chubby finger from her mouth, pointed it at 
 at his hair, and with a wild shriek of terror fled. 
 
 " Billy " Wilson and Dick Coulter are still scrapping for the throne in 
 the Cotton Top Kingdom. Dick holds the sceptre just now, having 
 usurped it while his rival was abroad. But the latter claims that his baby 
 bangs were affected by spray on his trip to Europe with Sam Small, and 
 that he deserves the place — especially after the above small-child episode. 
 "Billy" saw lots of interesting things on his trip abroad. In Paris he 
 learned three sentences: u Qa joli," u Qa ires joli," "fa beaucoup tres 
 joli." This, for a first group poller, was not bad. Since returning, " Billy " 
 has been living in Baltimore ; and, as he says, is " studying law at the 
 University of Maryland Law School, and expects (perhaps I mean 
 '■ hope ') to be admitted to the bar in May, '94. I am also in an office here 
 — the law department of the B. & O. K. E., of which J. K. Cowan, '66, is- 
 
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 general counsel. His partner is E. J. D. Cross, '60. I hold the office of 
 secretary in the ' Unit Independent Club of the 12th Ward.' This is all.'' 
 " Billy " has grown very grasping lately. Out of a maximum of fifty 
 marks at an exam, for two years work done in one, " Billy " took 49|. He 
 meant to have taken the odd one-fifth, he said, but his mind rambled off 
 
 to one of his fair . But " Billy's " secret must not be betrayed. Just ask 
 
 him about this, however, when you see him next. 
 
 Percy, you see, had been reproved by the Secre- 
 Wilson, Percy tary for not answering class notices. But he desires to 
 show that he is " not so devil as he is black," as the 
 Frenchman said. Percy writes from Ann Arbor, Michigan : 
 
 " I don't want you to think I have lost any of the spirit of Old Nas- 
 sau or of our dear class of '92, though my responsiveness might well have 
 justified you in doing so. Since graduation I have been here studying 
 law and will finish in June. I am not yet decided as to where I shall 
 practice, but when I am settled I will send you my permanent address. 
 Meanwhile I hope to hear from you again. 
 
 '' Last summer at the Fair I saw a number of '92 men, among them 
 C. A. Gray, but I can't give his address nor that of any of the men you 
 mention. How glorious it is that the eagles of victory once more hover 
 over the banners of Princeton. Nothing that has happened in the last 
 two years has delighted me so much as last fall's triumph." 
 
 Charlie Spooner met Percy at Ann Arbor, and says that he, Percy, 
 notwithstanding his study of the law, still laughs sometimes and tries, at 
 all times, to look on the bright side of things. Percy says in closing that 
 he is ours in Ninety-two. 
 
 " Pop " Witherspoon wrote last November as 
 
 WlTHERSPOON, J. E. follows : 
 
 " Replying to your circular letter of the 8th 
 inst. would say that I have lately been engaged as commercial traveller, 
 principally in the grocery line. I have spent two years in Minnesota 
 since I left college. Am now stopping with my parents at Guilford 
 Springs, Pa., which is my permanent P. O. address. I propose returning 
 to the West in early spring. Trusting that you are still having pleasant 
 times at old Princeton, I remain, etc." 
 
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 Billy Witt left College in April, 1890. He writes 
 Witt, Wm. H. from his home, Henderson, Ky.: " My address is 122 
 Lower Green Street, Henderson, Ky., and my occupa- 
 tion that of bookkeeper for the Ohio Valley Banking and Trust Co. I 
 should he pleased to hear from any of my friends of the Class of '92.' i 
 This letter is the total of information that I have received about Billy in 
 four years, and, consequently, I cannot tell you of his doings since he was 
 with Jack Hatma and us. 
 
 Clint, has been at the Princeton Prep. 
 Wood, Clinton Tyler School for two years now, and evidently he has 
 learned something there, for he writes : 
 
 ;i Members of the all glorious Class : — No need of writing the 
 Class numerals. There is but one such. I write unto you that ye may be 
 wise, and never take up preparatory school teaching as a vocation. It is 
 vanity and vexation of spirit. You will all know, from the Scriptural 
 turn of my phrases, that I am going into the Princeton Seminary next fall, 
 and ultimately into that noblest of all professions, the ministry. There are 
 several persons who want me to get married ; but I have decided that 
 such happiness is beyond me. I cannot attain unto it. Don't let the 
 gloom of this close round the bright morning of your lives, fellows. 
 
 " Yours blissfully, Dakota." 
 
 And if you knew the girl, you would understand Clint. 's state of 
 mind, and why he shaves ao often. 
 
 This letter of Dick's is a gem. Here it is : 
 Woods, Richard Flavel " I am at present studying medicine at the 
 University of Pennsylvania. 
 
 " Very sincerely, K. F. Woods." 
 
 The Secretary owes an apology to Dick Coulter for what was said 
 about the brevity of his dispatch ; v. Nassau Herald, pp. 31 , 32 and 33. 
 
 Walter Wright was Fellow in 
 Wright, Walter Livingston, Jr. Experimental Science at Princeton 
 
 last year and lived in the same old 
 dive, Edwards Hall, most like an undergraduate. And now he is a 
 " Professor. ' ' This is how he explains it : 
 
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 " My address is Lincoln University, Chester Co., Pa. My occupa- 
 tion is that of Professor of Mathematics in the institution from which the 
 post office derives its name. Nothing of general interest, that I am aware 
 of, has befallen me since leaving Princeton last summer. With all good 
 wishes for yourself and the other member of the Class, I remain, etc." 
 
 Oliver Young died of appendicitis on 
 Young, Alexander Oliver Friday, April 28th, 1893. 
 
 The following article, from the pen of Jesse 
 Williams, was published in the Pri?icetonian, and tells better than I could, 
 of " Fiji's " sickness and death. 
 
 The sad and sudden news of the death of A. Young '92, reached here 
 on Saturday afternoon. A week ago he was taken to the Massachusetts' 
 General Hospital, Boston, to be operated on for appendicitis. Friday after- 
 noon at 5:30 he died. His sturdy constitution had been weakened by con- 
 fining work at his law studies and by the effects of the disease from which, 
 unknown to his friends, he has for a long time suffered, and, as he could 
 receive no nourishment for forty-eight hours after the operation, he was 
 unable to survive the shock and strain. He passed away peacefully with 
 his family at his side. 
 
 He was twenty-two years of age last March, and was the eldest son of 
 the Rev. Dr. A. A. Young, of Newark, N. J. Two brothers survive him, 
 one of them being Harvey Young '95. The funeral takes place in Cincin- 
 mati to-day. 
 
 The deceased was graduated A.B. from Princeton last June. He was 
 a member of the Philadelphian Society, Clio Hall and the Tiger Inn. He 
 was one of the popular men of his class and was elected a member of the 
 Class Day Committee of '92. He entered the Harvard Law School last 
 October and was a hard worker. He was a member of the Story Law 
 Club, and had many warm friends at Harvard who showed every possible 
 kindness and attention during his illness, as did his professors. 
 
 " Fiji " Young will be remembered by most of the men now in col- 
 lege as playing short stop on the 'Varsity nine during part of the season of 
 '91. By his college mates he will be tenderly remembered for his peculiarly 
 unassuming manner, his consistent Christian life, his firm, honest look and 
 his contagious laugh. And by those who knew him intimately the mem- 
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 friendship meant, his utter absence of self-conceit, and of selfish motives, 
 and the great, strong, lovable nature of the man. He was a man who went 
 through four years of college life and never spoke an unkind word of a 
 fellow. 
 
 You remember that last year " Fiji " was at the Harvard Law School, 
 The members of his class there met after his death and passed these reso- 
 lutions : 
 
 " The members of the First Year Class of the Harvard Law School 
 desire to express their profound sorrow at the death of their classmate, 
 Alexander Young. In his associations with the class he displayed manly 
 qualities which won for him warm personal friendships, and in his general 
 conduct he commanded the respect of all, as a diligent student and a man 
 of high character ; therefore it is 
 
 Resolved: First, that the sincere sympathy of the class be extended 
 to the bereaved family ; second, that copies of these resolutions be printed 
 in the Princetonian and the Harvard Crimson. 
 
 Charles A. Woods, 
 
 BOBERT C. COOLEY, 
 
 Francis G. Caeeey, 
 
 Committee. 
 
 We are proud of our Class : proud of the record that we have made : 
 proud of the men who have gone from our ranks to take their places in 
 the world : proud of the hope and the strength that is in us. But as 
 there comes back to us the memory of Pierre Satterfield and Fred Brokaw, 
 of Cyrus Jefferson and " Fiji " Young, and those other men whose work 
 is finished, shall we not be more proud still ? May we learn of them to 
 be, like them, men of unselfish nature, men of great, strong, lovable 
 natures, too ! 
 
 Here, ladies and gentlemen, in our final letter, 
 Young, Lawrence A. we have an account of the first game on record 
 between Princeton and Evelyn. The account 
 was written by a man who was present and participating. We have 
 heard his plaintive voice many a time crying across the diamond, " That's 
 a jew-cy eye I " We all know him. There is but one " Brigham," even as 
 there was but one Homer (as we learned in freshman year), one Shakes- 
 
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 peare, one Milton, one Longfellow and (everybody now) one C ! ! ! 
 
 "Brig" so loved Princeton and her institutions that he married a girl 
 who swore by — or at — Evelyn, and was the easy queen of all its belles. 
 This is his version of the affair: 
 
 " Since leaving college I have drifted around the country — mostly 
 drifting over to Chicago ; but I have about come to the end of my voy- 
 age, and have now furled my sails and settled down into the ranks of the 
 Benedicts. My address is now No. 103 West Ormsby Avenue, Louisville, 
 Kentucky ; and you will find me there as long as I can pay the rent of the 
 house and stave the sheriff off. 
 
 " Of course Princeton has fonder memories for me now than ever 
 before, for it was there I met my wife, and that is the best thing that ever 
 happened to me. including my association with all the " sports " of the 
 glorious Class of '92. 
 
 " I played in the greatest game of my life in Chicago on January 11, 
 1894, when I was married to Miss Mabel Wheeler, Evelyn College, '91. 
 It was a remarkable contest, and noted for the batting of my nine. The 
 first five batters on my team that day were loyal Princetonians. The 
 game began at 12 o'clock, m., with Samuel J. Minot, ex-'92, at the bat. 
 He hit the first ball pitched to centre for a safe hit, stealing second a mo- 
 ment later. Stuart Young, ex-'90, struck out. J. B. Palmer, '93, made 
 a beautiful two-base hit, which brought Minot home. C. E. Pope, ex-'93, 
 and K A. Caldwell, ex-'96, retired the side with short flies to the infield. 
 In the next inning, after giving a couple of bases on balls, I settled down 
 and pitched a great game, which resulted in a tie — one to one. Every- 
 body said I did remarkably well, having gotten together such a good team, 
 which had never played together in a game of this sort before. I was 
 away from the home grounds, and all the ground was against me. Father 
 Larrabee was the umpire. After the game I was not carried off the field 
 on anybody's shoulders, but sneaked away amid a shower of rice and with 
 many good wishes. 
 
 " I began the study of law after my return from Princeton, with a 
 diploma in my pocket, on July 1st, 1892, and by assidious attention to my 
 studies and a large amount of ' polling ' to make up for the four years fun 
 at college, I was enabled to enter the class of '93, Louisville Law School. 
 I took the two years' course in one year, and surprised myself as well as 
 my family and friends by studying very hard, and on April 27th, 1893, 
 received a diploma signed by four of the Law School faculty, which raised 
 nie to the ranks of a B. L. (Born Liar). 
 
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 " I am striving now to obtain honor and renown in my chosen pro- 
 fession, and hope in a short time to become as famous at the bar as a 
 number of my associates became at dear old Adam Dohm's. 
 
 " Until January 11th, 1894, after leaving college — a period of about 
 twenty months — I saw the bright side of very few things ; and up to that 
 time, this thing of being an alumnus of Princeton is not all it is cracked 
 up to be. Instead of having plenty of money in my pocket, yellow shoes 
 and a corduroy suit, with a cap, I had to dress up in the true style of the 
 native Kentuckian, and lay aside all those lazy costumes which we were 
 accustomed to wear ; and now I am going around evading my creditors 
 with a beaver hat, striped trousers, and a frock coat down to my heels 
 (none of which, by the way, are paid for). 
 
 " I shall try to get on to Princeton this commencement and bring my 
 wife with me, and I should love dearly to see all my old friends in that 
 illustrious Class, who are now in the cold world struggling for a living and 
 honor ; but if I come I shall have to eschew the privileges of good old 
 undergraduate days, and must walk in the paths of rectitude, as any good 
 Benedict should. 
 
 " You also ask me for the addresses of certain members and ex-mem- 
 bers of our Class. "While I do not know directly, I might tell you indi- 
 rectly where they are. I do not know where Aikman is, but I should 
 judge he is now using wooden feet, having worn out all his toes in his 
 efforts to use them in turning the leaves of his books in physics and mathe- 
 matics examinations. 
 
 " I saw Tommie Bell in New York, January 16th, down near the 
 Bowery. He was following his usual vocation of pressing brick, and told 
 me that he was engaged and hoped soon to be married. 
 
 " C. A. G-ray represented a newspaper syndicate in Chicago this last 
 summer, and I had the honor of giving him a meal as he passed through 
 Louisville. 
 
 " Hoping to hear from you very soon, and assuring you of my loyalty 
 to the Class of '92 and Old Nassau, I am, etc." 
 
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