Word: dust
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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CLASS DAY, or the mutilated affair which took the place of that ancient rite, was a success. The day itself was perfect, - no heat, no dust, no rain. The Seniors seemed to be bound that the quality of the amusement should make up for the quantity. The sensations in the morning were rather singular; sharing in expectancy of something to come, the missing of something that was not, and a general feeling of lie-on-the-grass laziness taking precedence of all other emotions. The average undergraduate discussed the chances of the match, the amount of money he was going...
...care of rooms in Beck Hall presents a striking contrast to the care of rooms in the College buildings. While the duty of the College domestic seems to be the spreading of dust at an equal depth all over the room, the servants in Beck work as if they had seen good furniture before, and knew how to take care of it. Any one who has seen the interior of rooms in that building will acknowledge that a degree of cleanliness is there maintained which is unknown in Weld, Matthews, or Holworthy...
...estimate his sense of the aesthetic, the amount of his allowance, and by a careful examination of the corners, for the dents left by Indian clubs, we can tell whether he is kindly disposed towards athletics. We can even go beyond himself, and by taking the depth of the dust on the top, we can make a pretty fair estimate of his goody. Then there are the books themselves, their condition, number, and bindings. And here let me warn you to beware of him who allows his books to stand upside down. One who will do this will do anything...
...book-case shows us a row or two of text-books in admirable condition, and a shelf of nicely bound standard works, such as Shakspere, Milton, Macaulay, and so forth. The books all stand exactly upright, each one is in its proper place, and not a speck of dust can be seen on any of them. On seeing such a book-case in a room, I immediately look to see if my boots have left any mud on the carpet, I feel uncomfortable about my umbrella, and wish that I had left it on the door-mat outside. And when...
...NEVER see a proctor go by without feeling like praying for him. To think of the depth to which some of my fellow-creatures have sunk! To think that whole, able-bodied men, some of them peradventure endowed with reason, can thus grovel in the dust, and deceive themselves in the thought that they are pursuing their duty! O Popoi! how sad! how sad! Earth does not contain a more pitiful spectacle. And I wonder if any cruel Nemesis will reduce me to such a lot, and at once a cold chill pierces my marrow, my hands involuntarily seek...