Word: bon
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...Freshman year," said he, "I roomed in Holyoke. I did n't study very much, but still I led a pretty steady life. One night in the middle of October, about ten o'clock, there were four fellows in my room, and we were all laughing loudly over some bon-mots, when a knock was heard, and in came a head, which opened its mouth and gravely said, 'Gentlemen, it is after nine o'clock, and you are keeping me awake; I must therefore warn you to make less noise,' and then disappeared. 'It's your proctor,' yelled the company...
Have you never noticed how ingeniously a mother will hide the defects of her son? That Augustus is as stupid as an owl is apparent to everybody; but his mother is continually prating about her dear boy's love of study. Harry is a bon-vivant at Harvard; he is continually giving dinners; he has a little box at the Globe, and a big bill at Ober's; but you shall hear the fond mother say, "Poor Harry is applying himself too much; he has come home quite pale, and we are afraid of a brain-fever...
...MONSIEUR ADAM he wake up, he see une belle demoiselle aslep in ze garden. Voila de la chance! 'Bon jour, Madame Iv.' Madame Iv she wake, she hold her fan before her face. Monsieur put up his eye-glass to admire ze tableau. Zey make one promenade. Madame Iv she feel hungry; she see appel on ze arbre. Serpent se promenade sur l'arbre make one walk on ze tree. 'Mons. le Serpent,' says Iv, 'weel you not have ze bonte to peck me some appel? J'ai faim.' 'Certainement, Madame,' says ze serpent, 'charme de vous voir.' 'Hola...
...Leigh Hunt withstanding some "little tyrant," in spite of blows and cuffs so painful to his sensitive nature. These last three have left us interesting accounts of the time when they were blue-coat boys, and of their savage old teacher, Mr. Bowyer, who has been immortalized by a bon-mot of Coleridge's when he heard of his fatal illness: "Poor J. B., may all his faults be forgiven, and may he be wafted to bliss by little cherub-boys, all head and wings, with no bottoms to reproach his sublunary infirmities...