Word: bandness
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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Towards the sea the ships had long lines of lanterns hung from their masts. Behind them, on the little island, the lights of the Armenian cloister were faintly seen. On the land side the two columns brought from the East were wreathed with light; a single band of white defined the arches of the ducal palace, and two or three perpendicular bars of red the columns. The Corinthian custom-house at the entrance of the Grand Canal, and forming one horn of the crescent-shaped harbor, was all ablaze; its body was red, the lines of its architecture were white...
...news there is not much to note in any department of our little world. Boating and ball are supported as usual by their own little band of devotees, and no extraordinary interest seems
...poet and of odist by the graduating class was not less judicious than that of orator, for both Mr. Grant's poem and Mr. Jackson's ode were fully up to the Class-Day standard. The exercises at the Church were interspersed with musical selections by the Germania Band, which, though undoubtedly fine, were too long for the occasion. It was not a concert, and it is hard to ask a crowd of young people to sit in the poorly ventilated Chapel for two hours on a hot Class-Day. We hope to see some change in this respect next...
...evening the whole Yard was beautifully illuminated with lanterns, and was crowded with listeners to the singing of the Glee Club and the fine music of the Germania Band. By half past ten all good-byes were said, all the ladies had departed (after a delightful day, we sincerely hope), and the old Yard assumed its customary midnight stillness, rather ashamed, perhaps, of the sorry appearance it had made on this, its gala-day, and hoping that those sparrows would come before next year...
...each side of the river, as near the line of the finish as they could be placed, two stands had been built nearly equal in size. But the one on the western bank quite surpassed its rival in having a band and in being the terminal station of the Harvard Telegraph Co. Here, on a rude platform, built in the crotch of a tree at least thirty feet from the ground, sat Nason, '73, ready for the faintest signal of the start. But the start was not yet. The wiser ones, who had waited for boats to start before, took...