Princeton University Archives

"At 12 buy some whortleberries from Country people eat some & have the greatest part crushed in my pocket by a scuffle with Jones & so lose them much against inclination as they were a rarity. I Snowden, H Deas, Rattoone & myself go to the cake &c house served with pretty good fare--return tie [sic] to get some leavings of dinner--almost envy S Snowden a ride which he took with Gilbert & Clarkson to bathe--take neither recreation nor exercise of any kind this afternoon unless playing Quiots for one-half hour."

“A quieter place than Princeton, during these summer days, it would be difficult to find.”

“There isn't a problem of hostility on campus... It’s just one more thing on the list of things not to be if you are going to be successful in your career and social life.”

"This being Fourth of July Week, and following so closely upon Commencement, the rummies have been very busy in making way with bad rum..."

"It struck some of the old fogies queerly on their visit to Princeton College commencement to find the students arrayed in mortarboards and gowns. It was not so in the ’20’s, when my father was there, nor later when the Whig Society made me an adopted graduate for my father’s sake."

Such a town is inhabited of course by plain people, who are apt to look up to students, and on whom students are apt to look down. As soon as such people become dependent on students for a part of their subsistence, they begin, of course, to accord with their wishes, and soon after, to countenance and aid their vicious pursuits. The Students then corrupt the inhabitants, and the inhabitants corrupt the Students. … If I am not deceived, the College at Princeton has suffered severely from this source.

“Would that our faculty could see the evils of a grading system in any form, and that we might forever be freed from its harmful influence!”

“This style of weather leads to profanity and ice cream.”

"It was a male-female ratio that made finding a seat for dinner in Commons akin to 'a stroll down death row,' as my classmate, Jane Leifer, once described it."