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...according to the best judgment of the servant above-mentioned. He had a sleek, self-satisfied air, and well he might, for he knew the secret goings-on in an establishment which had been the despair of the president and corporation of Harvard College and six hundred students to boot. He probably knew why the directors remained together four hours in one day and then handed in a report to their constituents covering half a page of foolscap. He had been many times behind that mystery-hiding screen and could tell, if he would, why it takes fifteen minutes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CAUSETTE DE LUNDI. | 5/15/1882 | See Source »

...last year: he was a good puller, but unsound from the end of his nose to the tip of his tail. He was spavined and hed the heaves, but I'll be blamed if I did n't sell him for a clean hunded and a watch ter boot to a city fellah who thought he was powerful cute; and if I did n't jest lay over him, my name ain't Jaunty Tucker. Hoss died on his hands two months after I sold...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...Contemptibles," pensively suggested the Ibex, as he sadly slipped a small package of tooth-powder in his rubber boot...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAMPREY AND THE IBEX. | 11/25/1881 | See Source »

...boot-legged profs, and scraped...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SONG OF THE CRIBBER. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

CHUM said, "Brace up, take some beer, do you good, my old fel -" He fell with a heavy thud, the boot-jack did its work. Wearily casting myself upon the ottoman after this effective display of energy, I seized my throbbing brow with both hands and exclaimed, "Oh, what a day we've had! Chum, slowly coming to, gathers his fractured members from debris of boot jack, murmurs incoherently, "Kiss me, mother, ere I die." "Get up, you drivelling idiot," I muttered, "and for the love of heaven collect me a bottle of seltzer." Chum exits, muttering something about...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ALL BROKE UP. | 2/11/1881 | See Source »

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