Word: got
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...Freshman class, we suppose, originally got its name from the fact that it is those amiable new-comers who refresh the weariness of college routine, and prevent our suffering from any possible monotony, by their eagerness and energy in striking out into new and original paths. The Class of '81 has just furnished us with a new proof of this freshness - we use the word in no invidious, but in a complimentary sense - by their organization of a "Glass Ball Club." We heartily welcome this new addition to college sports, and wish success to the ball-shooters...
...got a forensic that must be written tonight, for my censure-marks are frightfully near four hundred, and I don't dare to risk any more. I can write that easily enough, but besides that I've got some editorials to write to-night for our paper, and I can't do both. Now, had you just as lief write the editorials for me? I only want a few; something about the last concert at Sanders Theatre, about the changes at the Library, and a remark or two on the semi-annuals. I'd do it myself, but I have...
...However, as we are not so lucky as to have a Crimson correspondent from Wellesley, we cannot pass over the letter from that sister college of ours to the Dartmouth. To think that we should have to get our news in such a roundabout way ! The dear things have got back from their scarlet-fever vacation, and are enjoying the skating and coasting. They too are suffering from examinations; with this difference, that in order to prevent cramming, the day of the ordeal is not announced beforehand. Well, it's bad as it is, but let us be thankful...
...School. He can't be admitted to the bar till he is twenty-seven at least; and yet he don't seem to think he has been wasting his time. The young man whose room in Stoughton my nephew borrowed for his Class Day told me that he had got ninety-five per cent in his college course, and that he intended to study for a Ph. D. Besides, our neighbor Mrs. Beacon Street told me the other day that her son Harry, just after his last examinations, got permission from the Faculty to go back another year, in order...
...beast was down, - by the way, he never lay down of his own accord, - they had to use another horse to pull him up again. The prospect looked gloomy, but I unharnessed him, and with my aunt's help drew the carriage back out of the way; then I got a rail from the fence, and, using a large stone as a fulcrum, I began to pry him up according to the most approved rules of Goodeve's mechanics. At the same time my aunt inserted the point of her parasol in a tender spot between his ribs...