Word: evening
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...days of dull Cambridge, when all the life of the sober old city seemed to have departed with the students, when the grass in the College Yard was knee-high, when there was absolutely nothing to do and nobody to do it, that I took refuge in the Library. Even here, in this sanctuary of learning and of wit, there was an oppressive feeling of loneliness. It seemed like a sacrilege to disturb the deep silence by pushing open the creaking doors. The books stared me out of countenance, and the busts glared at me as at an intruder...
Columbia. - The victory which this despised crew obtained at Henley is now a matter of history. But when we think of the auspices under which they went to England, - the papers crying them down, outsiders considering their expedition the height of folly, and even their own friends and college mates thinking them rash and foolhardy, - when we think of all this, our admiration for their pluck and determination is only equalled by the surprise and delight that was felt when they declined to accept the public reception tendered them by the city of New York, refusing to make a public...
...race was due greatly to the superior weight of the Cornell crew, who seemed to force their boat through the water regardless of their form or anything else. The fact that Captain North was unable to row had much to do with the result, for it was impossible that even so good an oar as Mr. Foster could fill with his light weight the place in the waist of the boat formerly occupied by the "heavy man" of the crew...
...dessert was brought; and I, a boating-man, made a dinner of a plate of ice-cream and some graham bread. I was thankful even for that, and partook of the feast in silence and meditation. I arose from the table, convinced that the great evil of the Dining Association lies not so much in the fare and in the preparation of it, as in the waiters. The two with whom I have been made acquainted, and all whom I have noticed, are in a chronic state of ill-humor, and sadly need...
...opening of the fourth mile Yale made a grand effort and spurted up to 36. But it was of no use. The crimson eight, who were pulling a clean, even, and powerful stroke, which contrasted strongly with the splashing stroke of the Yale crew, went up to 38 to the minute, and kept it up to the beginning of the last half-mile, when they slackened to 37, which was their rate when they crossed the line. The men from New Haven pulled a plucky race, and stuck to their work manfully, though they could not have had any hopes...