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A firsthand account of the fire that destroyed the University Gymnasium in May 1944, written by Robert C. Clothier, Jr. '50, in a letter to his parents. The letter was submitted to PAW by his son Robert Clothier ’83 (robert.clothier@dechert.com).


No. 6 U.S. NAVAL TRAINING SCHOOL
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
Princeton, N.J.

Dear Mom and Pops:

I supposed you’ve already heard over the radio or read in the papers about the Princeton Gymnasium being completely destroyed by fire early this morning. I guess I shall begin at the very beginning to say that I hit the sack (Tuesday nite) around nine o’clock, very early ‘cause I had a watch the night before. The next thing that happened was the howler blasting at equal intervals off and on, off and on which signifies a fire drill. I thought it was 6:00 and time for the morning run, and even after I was outside I still thought it was 6 o’clock in the morning. I was greeted at the entrance (4th) by a complete fog of dense smoke swirling by me. I could see only a few feet ahead of me. Fellows were holding their jackets, wrappers, handkerchiefs, any clothing they could find, to their nose and mouth, and there was a lot of coughing because of the smoke. By that time I was more or less awake. We tried to muster on the walk paralleling Pyne and the Gym, but the smoke was even denser there, and breathing was impossible. Besides the smoke, there was that putrid smell of waxed wood (basket ball court) and burning rubber. The time was 3:00 in the morning, when the howler was sounded. Finally we mustered on the walk on the southern end of Pyne; then we were ordered to go to our rooms and put some warm clothing on, as it was raining, a drizzle and it was cold at that hour. I went upstairs to get my raincoat and as I passed the window on my way down, suddenly the air turned a brilliant red, and I heard a loud crash. I rushed outside and down the steps out into the field in front of Pyne and there – ay! What a sight! Flames were shooting skyward thirty and forty feet into the air, and inside the gym was just a red-hot inferno of flames. Windows were popping and flames were pouring out of them horizontally for ten ft., then up. The loud crash I heard before was the entire roof caving in. All I could hear was the loud crackling of the fire and the sound of falling beams, timber and steel girders within. It was a magnificent sight, a very beautiful fire but oh so sad to watch everything go. The fire began to creep into Little Hall. The fellows there had to evacuate all of their stuff out of their rooms onto the grass outside.


At this moment, the fire department arrived. It took ten minutes to set up the hose and another five minutes to get water flowing. They finally stopped the fire at Little Hall. It hadn’t really got started on Little so at least there the flames were checked. But inside the Gym, Boy – the water did no good at all. It seemed they played water on the wall separating the regular big gym from the Open Air Gym and the pool; and kept water on it from 3:30 ‘til 6:00 solid, and that’s what saved the Open Air Gym and Pool and Power Plant. They’re untouched by flames. But the rest of the gym was just roaring. As you know, Pyne is less than 100 ft. from the gym, so you see had the wind changed and blown from the East - I’m sorry, it was blowing from the East all the time but had it blown harder it would surely have set Pyne aflame, which would be bad for Bobby and the rest of the fellows. I stood and watched the fire for an hour and a half and at around 5:00 they let us go back to bed for the fire by this time looked as if it was cooling off somewhat.

Before the firemen arrived, a group of fellows from Little Hall or somewhere finally opened the door, the front door, with the purpose of saving the trophies. As they opened up the door, at that very moment, the roof fell which caused a large volume of air blowing through that small door way. The fellows were blown right back out the door followed by a solid sheet of flame.

All the trophies were lost, everything was lost. This morning I went up the spiral staircase leading to the Open Air Gym, the staircase just bordered the "big mess" and the untouched part. As I reached the top, millions of times before the fire I would walk out onto a beautiful huge basket ball court, I should say, a couple of courts, it’s that big, but now my eyes met such a confused tangle of metal girders, charred wood, beams, stone masonry, pipes, bits of roof, all pointed every direction possible. It really doesn’t seem possible that that building, so unmovable, strong, domineering, should be wiped out and almost completely destroyed, except for the wall, and not much of those were standing, in a matter of a few hours, it’s really unbelievable. And I had Phy.Ed in it that afternoon, oh me.

What started the fires? No one knows! Now it’s roped off, and armed guards (not dummy rifles either) are passing up and down guarding the precious metals in those trophies wherever they may be in that debris.

All the army records were COMPLETELY destroyed. A lot of equipment was ruined, but the loss of those trophies really hurts.

I guess that’s it. I hope I’ve described everything. It certainly was a spectacular fire. I’ll write again, no I guess I’ll phone. Our leave begins June 22 to July 2. Not bad, eh!

All my love,

Bobby