Word: bits
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...sight of the "Varsity" again, as they swept down the river, helped on by the tide; and as, after shooting the bridge, the stroke quickened and the boat came swiftly towards the float, a voice at my elbow said, with a strong Scotch accent, "The lads is pulling a bit hard to-night," and the bluff old boat-builder smiled approval. "Let her run!" comes sharp and clear from the boat, the machine-like action stops, the boat glides up to the float, out come the oars, and eight hearty-looking fellows after them, - fellows full of life and spirits...
...have passed over as too silly to need refutation several statements which have appeared lately in the Yale papers reflecting on the Nine. But the above extract from the editorial columns of the Courant deserves some notice. There is a certain class of newspapers which publish every bit of scandal they can hear or invent; but we had hoped that the influence of these papers had not reached the college press. In our last issue we had occasion to take the Courant to task for ungentlemanly writing, or, as they call it, wit; this week we have to call...
There is a charming bit of poetry called "The Charcoal Man," written by Trowbridge, in which the honest hero is pictured as coming home after shouting his familiar cry since early morn, and listening to the never-failing echo, and as he enters the room, he bends over the baby's crib, and whispers "charco' " in the little ear. The youngster cooing with delight, tosses up his arms, and echoes "harko' " just as the hills had been doing all day long. Now, why cannot one of our homely poets immortalize a scene in the organ-grinder's life...
...does harmonize with the room. I am afraid that the books, if not bought by the cubic foot, were purchased more for the sake of the gilded leather than the printed paper. Let us leave this man who, I cannot help thinking, notwithstanding his taste, to be a bit of a snob, and let us pass the evening with the friend whose book-case does not harmonize with his room, but is full of the best English books and a few from the "pleasant land of France...
...desire to see one's face on paper is almost as pardonable a bit of vanity as the desire to see one's writings in print, and it is much more easily gratified. To be sure, it is not every one that, Narcissus-like, can fall so deeply in love with his own likeness as to be wasted away by the passion; but we all find a certain pleasure in gazing upon ourselves in miniature, and we all, sooner or later, seek to gratify our wish. To the ordinary mortal there is very little choice between the photographer's chair...