Word: grave
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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EDITORS DAILY CRIMSON: - In a late issue of the CRIMSON was an article in which the grave charge of secreting a reserved book was laid upon some member of N. H. II. I think the charge is an unjust one. I am a member of the class in N. H. II and have searched a great deal for the missing text-book. One day during the Christmas recess I desired the book very much and as I was unable to find it I applied at the desk for it. In a little while my slip was returned with the words...
With the inauguration of of the voluntary system of prayers, grave doubts arose as to the efficacy of the system when put in practice. Many of these doubts have been shown to be unfounded as time shows no diminution in the number of those who attend Chapel Service. Every man now feels it to be his duty to the University and to himself to avail himself of those advantages which at his own request have been placed before him for his choice or refusal. But Harvard is no longer a college. Why then should the spirit of a college still...
Yesterday dawned inauspiciously, and when the thousands that looked forward expectantly to the events of the day, awoke, they shook their heads in grave fear on seeing the threatening clouds overhead...
...five thousand persons. At eight and a half o'clock the bout began; and the cock had crowed himself hoarse in welcoming full orbed day before it was ended. I have attended similar gatherings in Heidelberg before, but none which in magnitude and glory could be compared with this. Grave professors, gray-haired students of bygone times, guests, royal and otherwise, jaunty young corps students with their bright-colored caps throng impetuously into the hall. As is usual in a bier kommers, there is some preliminary attempt at literary exercises, either to ease the consciences of the revellers, or, what...
...loved and fought and made merry in the old Palatinate. Havoc and desolation have swept the city time and again since then. They had their day and went to rest; and their bones have long since dropped quietly to dust. Yet some weird spell has called them from the grave. Here they are once more, riding through these same streets, with the same trappings, the same armor, the same music and, in the case of historical personages, almost the same features. Professor Jacob Mycillus goes by in a great car, seated at his old oaken desk and reading his ponderous...