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Show I great hen m mmm .clayI Models by G. A. BEATY Words by GEKE f'QRGAN I ft. t r . - vi lTi " i h4 WOODROW WILSON. New Jersey "begs to offer" here a statesman, ripe, though young, who thinks with his own thinker and who talks with his own tongue. H6 used to run a college which wore ivy on its eaves, and each morn he'd chuck his college gown and roll up both his sleeves. His hands were full of blisters, but he'd ring the old cracked bell and all the merry scholars would erupt the football yell. And then across the campus in their sweaters "tiger" ( hue they'd rush to greet "Prex Woodrow," cheering Alma Mater, too. Those humdrum days are ended, days of culture, cant and kids; days of research work and lectures, bulldogs, pipes and funny lids. Erasing those fond memories mem-ories came a blare of brazen brass, thumps of gavels, throaty fireworks, shrieks of commonwealths en masse; cruel cartoons and wierd clay models, roorbacks, crossfire from the foe, milesand miles of unkissed babies, office-seekers office-seekers all aglow, private cars with speaking porches, lozenge drops for rusty pipes, would-be friendly. New York tigers who wore not the Princeton stripes, gay and sad campaign predictions, tin horns, rattlers, megaphones tender fondness for such terrors no true Princeton scholar owns. But New Jersey men are Titans, skee. er-proof and full of vim, and since cane-rush days of boyhood this one's ket in fighting trim. (Copyright, 19;i, by Universal Press Syndicate.) I |