what ever happens in new jersey stays in new jersey quotes

Two tall spires and then suddenly all around you spreads out the loveliest riot of Gothic architecture in America, battlement linked on to battlement, hall to hall, arch-broken, vine-covered-luxuriant and lovely over two square miles of green grass. The busy East has already dropped away when the branch train rattles familiarly from the junction.

But around Princeton, shielding her, is a ring of silence-certified milk dairies, great estates with peacocks and deer parks, pleasant farms and woodlands which we paced off and mapped down in the spring of 1917 in preparation for the war. Sordid Trenton sweats and festers a few miles south northward are Elizabeth and the Erie Railroad and the suburban slums of New York westward the dreary upper purlieus of the Delaware River. 'Princeton is in the flat midlands of Mew Jersey, rising, a green Phoenix, out of the ugliest country in the world. John Adams entry in his diary for September 9, 1776, recounting night with Benjamin Franklin sleeping in same bed at New Brunswick tavern on their way from Philadelphia to Staten Island after their appointment by the Continental Congress to meet with British Admiral Lord Howe, who had been dispatched to seek a possible resolution of the hostilities between Great Britain and America The Doctor then began an harrangue, upon Air and cold and Respiration and Perspiration, with which I was so much amused that I soon fell asleep, and left him and his Philosophy together: but I believe they were equally sound and insensible, within a few minutes after me, for the last Words I heard were pronounced as if he was more than half asleep. Cooper in which he had advanced, that Nobody ever got cold by going into a cold Church, or any other cold Air: but the Theory was so little consistent with my experience, that I thought it a Paradox: However I had so much curiosity to hear his reasons, that I would run the risque of a cold. Opening the Window and leaping into Bed, I said I had read his Letters to Dr. Franklin replied, the Air within this Chamber will soon be, and indeed is now worse than that without Doors: come! open the Window and come to bed, and I will convince you: I believe you are not acquainted with my Theory of Colds. I answered I was afraid of the Evening Air.

The Window was open, and I, who was an invalid and afraid of the Air in the night, shut it close. Franklin and me, in a Chamber little larger than the bed, without a Chimney and with only one small Window. At Brunswick, but one bed could be procured for Dr. The Taverns were so full We could with difficulty obtain Entertainment.

What ever happens in new jersey stays in new jersey quotes