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...world to be amused. We are loath to be denied and, where we must, eagerly accord the benefit of the doubt. We realize that only spasmodically does he achieve his full destiny of Chorus to this University drama; only too often he is the conventional Vice, with his lath dagger become a slapstick. It is his business to be local and timely; it is our good fortune if he be sometimes sage and witty. And of the few good jokes abroad in the world, it is a wonder that he snares so many...

Author: By H. M. Ayres., | Title: Review of Current Lampoon | 2/21/1908 | See Source »

...destroyed or lost, is it natural to suppose that in the spiritual world a spirit that has been developing for many years, that is the result of immeasurable labor and the effect of many influences can all be destroyed and blotted out of existence by the blow of a dagger? Is it not rather natural that what is so infinitely more valuable in the sight of God than the energy of the sun should be preserved...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Appleton Chapel. | 3/26/1894 | See Source »

Signora Castroni, wife of the fencing master at the gymnasium, is said to have challenged the fencing master of the Narragansett Boat Club to a contest with broadsword, rapier or dagger...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Fact and Rumor. | 1/14/1889 | See Source »

...text with considerable fidelity. This will make at least four versions of this tragedy which have been seen on the French stage since that of Duci's, in which Frederick Lamaitre played the Moor, in London, some fifty years since. In this, Iago was entirely suppressed, and the dagger was substituted for the pillow in the murder scene. De Vigny's translation which, on the contrary, adhered to the text pretty closely, was in existence at that time, but was only in favor with the advanced romantic school...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 4/26/1882 | See Source »

...cold it was, and how bright the moon shone on the snow, as we left the village together! He smiled and joked, and the moonlight sparkled on the silver plates of his dagger-sheath, and the crisp diamonds crackled under our feet as we walked along. Now the village lights were sunk in the distance, and the black shadows of the Ardennes stretched out ghostly arms to meet us, to receive us in their gloomy embrace. Did he not remember the blow, did he not remember Madelon? He shivered as a long howl rang like music in my ears...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A NIGHTMARE. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

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