Word: grinds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Similarly the degree with general honors is nothing more than a consolation prize for the grind or the dilettante who is unable to attain honors in his field of concentration. The knowledge that a cum laude can be had for honor grades in nine subjects is bound to be a detriment to the standard of work done in tutorial and an obstacle to any attempt at voluntary labors. It also fosters a reluctance to try for honors in special fields and diminishes the importance of the thesis and divisional examinations which are the culmination of the concentration plan...
...races, won 17. Alfred Letourner, teamed with Peden this autumn for the first time, is an excitable little Frenchman who wolfs six thick mutton chops at a swoop. His oldtime partner was now his opponent: Belgian Gerard Debaets, a clown who enlivens dull hours of the grind by sailing around the track with a parasol, a bustle or false whiskers...
...Grinding around, around, around with the eight other teams, the four leaders eyed each other like fighting cocks. Suddenly at the end of one sprint "Torchy" Feden shot ahead of the pack and was 50 yd. in the lead before the chase began. Crafty little Letourner was ready for him as Peden came scooting around to shove him to a flying start. Crouched low over the handlebars, their fundaments raised high, Debaets & Hill pedaled madly. Eleven times they zipped around the bowl, the red-shirted team pulling farther and farther ahead until finally Peden caught up with Hill from behind...
Before an onslaught of wettish snow and raw wind, a little group of interested spectators, who had turned out to watch the Winthrop-Adams and Eliot-Leverett interhouse games, dwindled slowly as the teams made a fast start, but soon settled down into a steady grind, during which few scores were made...
...colleges seems to most a deep and occult mystery, but it is patent to all that the college student is alike an affliction to himself and to the world. Whether he be the gin-drinking, neurotically erotic, three-gallons-of-gas-and-a-dark-lane sort, or the sweet grind sedulously poring his neuter way through dusty tomes, or one of the infinite gradations between, he is a sorry confection to send out into the great world to take his place in the ruling class. He has no ideals worthy of the name, and of most subjects with which...