Honor System Drew Me to Princeton

I grew up rooting for Rutgers football teams, taken by my father (Rutgers class of 1928) and watching Dick Kazmaier ’52 destroy them. Being the children of immigrants, my father’s generation all went to Rutgers. For some reason, mother made me apply to Princeton, and I got in. I knew so little about the place that I went up and took an Orange Key tour with Walt Strine ’58 in June. We passed a room with 50 or so guys taking finals, with no guards and no one looking at what the others were doing. Having spent my high school career with people looking over my shoulder, it was case closed. I immediately decided to go to Princeton even though the rest of my family regarded me as a traitor. The honor system is a great loss. Perhaps Princeton should select a better class of people, and by class I do not mean social class.