Word: getting
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...world than was experienced last Saturday evening on the announcement of the result of the first game with Yale. The record of our Nine has been so good this year that much was expected of it, perhaps too much. So, at least, think the Nine, who feel that they get little praise when they win, so much is it taken as a matter of course; but when they unfortunately lose, they are followed, not with sympathy, but with fault-finding and audible imprecation. But in this case they must expect little sympathy. They went to New Haven confident themselves...
...second inning resulted in a quick blank for Yale. Thayer gets his base on Wheaton's error and steals second. Ernst flies out to Brown. Thayer is thrown out by short stop to third, and Latham goes out at second in a vain attempt to steal. Brown begins the third inning with a safe hit, but is soon put out at second by a nice bound catch of Sawyer's from Tyng's low throw. Wheaton sends Dow a fly, and Morgan goes out on Thayer's pretty throw to first. Wright, Dow, and Sawyer put out at first...
...plays on both sides, over throws in particular. In the seventh inning Fessenden made a beautiful hit out to right field, and sent the ball far beyond the ropes. He brought two men home and reached third himself. At this point the Yale Captain interposed. He objected to Fessenden getting three bases on a ball that went outside the ropes and was lost. Our Captain said that as no agreement had been made about that part of the field, his man was entitled to as many bases as he could get. The Yale men refused to play the game...
Freed from this nuisance, I try to get an idea of when my annuals come; an undertaking that requires me to crowd and push with a lot of others, in order to get a chance to see a notice which, when I do see it, tells me that my examinations all come in the same week. Highly gratified by this pleasing announcement, I go to lunch, to be entertained with the eternal talk about J. Cook and the Boston Transcript, the same remarks that I have heard every day for a week. By this time I am pretty well disgusted...
...this mortification comes from knowing where Kars is. I put my map and newspaper in the waste-paper basket; and, study being out of the question on such an oppressive afternoon, I betake myself to my lounge and try to get a nap. I am having the most delicious doze you can imagine, dreaming, yet conscious that I am dreaming, when, after delivering a kick at the door that nearly breaks it in, the noisiest man in the class enters, slams the door, seizes me by the shoulder, and wants me to go to walk. I give a grunt which...