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...write "Sultanish letters," as he terms them, to Miss Blair, and finally he determines to visit her. While there he informs us: "I am dressed in green and gold. I have my chaise, in which I sit alone like Mr. Gray, and Thomas rides by me in a claret-colored suit with a silver-laced hat. If she can still remain indifferent. she is not the woman I thought...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 3/26/1885 | See Source »

Such is the story of commencement day, and such, it is hoped, it will ever remain. Last year the various class secretaries, who usually make the arrangements for providing the refreshments for their several classes, were politely requested to have nothing stronger than claret punch, or some equally harmless decoction, provided for the class entertainments. This request was complied with in several instances, but it was generally observed that the claret punch entertainments were neglected by those for whose edification they had been provided, and that the rooms where the old fashioned article was set forth were extensively patronized...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: COMMENCEMENT PUNCH. | 6/13/1883 | See Source »

...stronger than tea or coffee, unaffected by tobacco or other drugs. He does not believe that any stimulus is of advantage to a healthy student, unless now and then, socially, in the intervals of mental labor. "I have never smoked," Matthew Arnold writes, "and have always drunk wine - chiefly claret. As to the use of wine, I can only speak for myself. Of course, there is the danger of excess; but a healthy nature and the power of self-control being pre-supposed, one can hardly do better, I should think, than 'follow nature' as to what one drinks...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 3/27/1883 | See Source »

...With Claret, Port, and Sherry...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EARLIER HARVARD JOURNALISM. | 3/8/1882 | See Source »

...German - had died away along the corridors too. My celluloid collar was limp as a wet rag. The elevator, as usual, was "not running." The gas machine had given out, and the pale beams of the odoriferous kerosene lighted my lagging steps as I climbed the five flights. Claret lemonade was forthwith ordered; the boy left me alone with my straws, and I reflected over my first German. I had been playing tennis all the morning, and reading back volumes of the Lampoon to some young ladies on the piazza all the afternoon, - no wonder I had made so many...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AFTER THE GERMAN. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

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