Word: cleared
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...upon daily work. And the names of those whom the Faculty wished to honor could be printed on "rank-lists," not arranged in the order of one-twelfth of a per cent, but alphabetically. Then we might hear less about "leading" the class, and more about men who have clear ideas upon important topics of the times; we might have fewer bookworms and more students; and we might have a larger attendance at University concerts and lectures. Should we not, by such a change, gain in average standing, and would not that "indifference" on the part of those...
...HISTORY 4. Geology. Three times a week. Professor SHALER. Course 4 can be taken twice a week, omitting the field work, if notice to that effect is given in advance." By the use of the dictionary, one gets a definition of geology; but that does not give a very clear idea of what the course is about. The next thing that needs further explanation is, Who conducts the course? It says, in the pamphlet, Professor Shaler. But Professor Shaler does not have charge of the field work. Mr. Davis and Mr. Diller have that. The next question is whether...
...melody rang on the clear night...
...Clear blue eyes, shimmering golden hair, a perfect Marguerite. How trustful and confiding she was! We used to talk poetry by the hour, and once, as I ventured like a true knight to claim the winsome lady's glove, she blushed, - a blush like the soft pink on the petals of an apple-blossom, - and shook her head; but as she passed me that night in the corridor, she dropped this little glove into my hand, and - well - she went away the next day, and -" He told me once, by the way, that she married a wealthy pork-packer...
...Baltimore, during that Southern trip I took last spring, when the Faculty thought best, - you remember. I never appreciated Byron till I saw her. No cold hard outlines, but the rounded form of a Venus; the rich red blood of the South shining through the clear, olive-tinted skin. She was not one of those hoydenish creatures that one meets here, but seemed surrounded by an atmosphere of perfect repose. One involuntarily turned to look for the black slave with the sherbet, and through the open casement half expected to see the dancing wavelets of the Golden Horn, dotted with...