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...correspondent, his hands stained with chemicals and his brow furrowed, informs us of a lecture he was constrained to hear in the bowels of Mallinckrodt, where is is taking an elementary chemistry course. The icy and drab instructor, he tells us, confronted his shivering students one afternoon with a more than usually bellicose air. "You are to take all readings in the laboratory in your notebooks," he said. "You are not to make notations on any other paper, of any sort. If you do, it will be to your disadvantage; the assistants have been instructed to take all miscellaneous notes...
...Wilhelm Schlegel, poseur, literateur, bon-viveur, set forth to win poetic glory, is remembered for his translation of Shakespeare. Ludwig Tieck's majestic, melancholy search for the essence of fairyland beauty produced an impossible, capricious comedy, "Puss in Boots." Kleist awakened from his dream of tearing from Goethe's brow the garlands of supremacy which lyric genius had placed, awakened to the ghoulish nightmare of inferiority, blew out his brains. Heine, dying in Paris, oppressed by his own poverty, announced the close of the romantic movement. The mystic images, the gloomy flight from the world, the day of freedom...
Chief Tshekedi, backed by a corps of lawyers, argued his case most fluently, adding considerably to the brilliance of the scene by appearing throughout the trial in a pair of pink-striped pajamas from Bond Street. The hero of the Antarctic mopped his brow under the withered fig-tree and gave judgment: 1) Lewd Phineas was banished from Bechuanaland forever. 2) For daring to punish a white man, Chief Tshekedi was removed from the Bamangwato tribe, exiled from his tribal lands. Admiral Evans pronounced the verdict on Chief Tshekedi as sympathetically as possible...
...bluebook. "Sit down!" the professor thundered. The young man sat down. The professor turned his back, the young man arose, the professor caught sight of him and returned him violently to his seat. The young man was rising in his seat again when the Professor, wrath awful upon his brow wheeled and cried, "Don't you know that you're supposed to he at work? Get out of my course, Get out of here!" The young man reddened, spoke meekly: "But Sir, I am a Proctor...
...Capital of the U. S. is no summer resort. Last week Washington's quasi-tropical sun, blazing down upon the Capitol, did its best to drain the vitality of all men who went about their business there. And perspiration stood upon the white fringed brow-as round and far more sunburned than the Capitol dome- of Senator Duncan Upshaw Fletcher. The venerable Senator might have been spared that ordeal. He might have returned to his constituents and sat with proper refreshment under the palm trees where the Atlantic laps on Florida's coral strand. His age, 74, entitled...