Word: instructor
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...some of the standard books of reference he would find but one copy, which alone has to serve for the constant use of a large number of men. In courses in history and philosophy, especially, there is need of at least two or three copies of certain works. The instructor, when he says to a large division, the majority of whom do not feel like buying a five or ten dollar book for one month's use, that the requisite facts may be found in, for instance, Brodhead's "History of New York," Ferguson's "Handbook of Architecture," or Knight...
...takes notes. Of course we all take some notes, just to have the appearance of paying attention; but this man takes them preeminently; he is always taking them; during every lull in the recitation you may hear the steady scratching of his pencil. When the instructor said, "Mr. De Browne, will you please close the door?" I looked at the scribbler, and lo! he was jotting that down, too! Who is he? O, you would n't care to know him; but entre nous, you may recognize him by his poetical hair...
Then there is the man who asks questions. Why does he do it? It is not for information surely, for he asks questions when he already knows their answers. I think it must be because he wants to give the instructor opportunities to enlighten the rest of us. I know the fellow knows a good deal, for, when we were reading the other day about Hannibal's blasting rocks with fire and vinegar, he asked why he did not use nitro-glycerine...
...much object to him, because he uses up the time. The man who is most incomprehensible to me is he who laughs, -laughs at all the instructor says, all that he says himself, and all that I say. How he can so break decorum as to appear enthusiastic about anything, I cannot understand; it is so unfashionable...
...same feeling that I would a great mausoleum. The gloom which comes over me deepens as I take my seat, for I know that my dexter companion will give me no repose. My Plutonic melancholy, the heated room, the dull Livy, -all are conducive to slumber; the very instructor seems admirably chosen to that end: but my naps are broken by my active neighbor, who says, "The French Left Centre don't care for the status quo, and the Pope's legs are horribly swollen." Now I don't know what a status quo is, and I don't believe...