Word: bored
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...head of the '87 column was borne a transparency bearing the legend - "We are John Harvard; take your pick." A second bore two verses from Holmes' celebrated poem about "the freshman class of one," while the third, and most amusing, read as follows: "We are the oldest living undergraduates; We entered in 1657 and expect to graduate in 1887; Disfigured, but still in the ring; We live in hope...
...seen in our cut; and, in addition, on the opposite side, a specimen sumons-card under the old regime, labelled, "The good old chestnut; " and on the end, comparative statistics showing the inroads of the diseases in question made during the compulsory system. The opposite side of the roof bore the motto - "College Cooler; Usual Term. 15 Minutes...
...Harvard, of Southwark. Who knows but that the poet, just then at work upon his Lear, may have stood in the crowd of friends about that altar and have heard the sweet voice of Katharine Rogers repeat her vows; who knows but, on his return to his desk, Shakespeare bore with him a reminiscence of that sweet voice, and of that young bride, destined to become in more senses than one, the alma mater of the yet-undreamt-of College in the wilderness; who knows but that the vision of that altar and its vows was in his mind, when...
...need not say, therefore, that on such a joyous occasion as this quincentenary jubilee beer must needs flow like water. And the long trucks, heavily laden, innumerable, which rolled by my window in Untere Neckarstrasse on their way to the Festhalle bore, witness to this truth. But on last Friday evening all the glad bibulation culminated in one grand "Bier Kommers," in which all the members of the university participated. It was held in the great Fest Halle and was attended by from four to five thousand persons. At eight and a half o'clock the bout began...
...building was flooded with the fiery glow, as it stood out in unrelieved intensity from the black mountain side. Thus it must have looked when Tilly paused on the Terrace to look back at the glorious bon-fire he had kindled. The majestic ruin, majestic even in its downfall, bore in its glowing sides the marks of its history. Turenne's cannon have pounded these walls; the thunderbolt has smitten them again and again; French gunpowder has done its best to hurl those massive battlements skyward and has failed, though the Great Tower at the corner was blown...