Word: bunch
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...heard the noise of a pair of shoes set cautiously down. Then a key was thrust quietly into the lock; there was no hesitation, it went straight in, but did not govern it. Then it was removed, and there was a suppressed rattling heard, as of a key-bunch...
Another grievance connected with college rooms occurred but a few days ago. The goody in one of the buildings so far deviated from her usual lady-like behavior as to get drunk. While in this state she lost the bunch of keys which serve as an insignia of her office and admit her to our various dens. A new goody was appointed, and the next morning only those rooms were attended to which happened to be opened when she went her rounds. Remonstrated with for neglect, she said that the College expected a new key to be provided...
...most taking thing sung by the Glee Club was "The Three Glasses," by Fischer. It is a bright, sparkling glee, and was given with great vim. It may be well to state that the bunch of grapes following this piece was put there by the printer for ornament, with no reference to what preceded. "The Water Lily" and "Spring's Return" were sung fairly. The crescendo and diminuendo passages were well given, but in piano the 2d bass was too loud several times. The "Chorus of Pilgrims," from Tannhauser, was given with grand effect. Considering the difficulties which...
...catch Harvard and Yale. At the end of a mile and a half it was plain that the race was between Harvard, Yale, Wesleyan, Dartmouth, and Amherst. Harvard could be plainly seen leading all the boats, with the next four nearly neck-and-neck. Columbia was leading the second bunch of boats, which was gradually tailed off by Trinity and Williams. A perfect storm of yells and cheers ran down both banks, was taken up and returned again and again. Harvard's "Rah! Rah! Rah!" was almost drowned in the frantic cries of "Yale! Yale!" Then the blue of Yale...
...bound hand and foot, so that it was impossible for him to defend himself. Not a muscle moved; he preserved a stolid indifference as our lecturer squared off in front of him, and (in the language of the "Clipper" reporter, who sat next me) "let out his bunch of fives, caught him on the nob, and drew the claret profusely." "See," cried the Professor, "It is impossible for him to resist that attack!" It was, indeed. These exhibitions of brutality were made two or three times every lecture, until Professor Reid's features were wholly undistinguishable, and he was inclined...