The place pictured was 43 Blair, two entries west of the Arch. Lest you feel this was a wanton act of vandalism it should be noted that John, particularly, was a scholar and a gentleman. He married my cousin, whom he met only the day we graduated when my uncle, Robinson V. Frost 1898, came over with his family to help celebrate the occasion. While John was enrolled in the Graduate School the impecunious newlyweds endured the hot, steamy Princeton summers house-sitting Einstein's house on Mercer Street, which enabled Einstein to enjoy the cool breezes of Cape Cod. We also had janitor service of a sort.
Students live in far less luxury today.
The last time I saw the room, there were six or eight people living in it. If it was and is still available and no one else wants it, I would love to have it. One does tend to reminisce.