Word: life
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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Wheaton led off with a fine base hit to left. Morgan was thrown out at first by Ernst. Bigelow then batted to Sawyer, but the ball, bounding from his hands, flew out into right, where it was again mishandled by Dow. These two bad errors gave Bigelow a life and Wheaton third and home. Williams was then fielded out at first by Thayer. For Harvard, Leeds struck out, and Tyng and Tower went out at first, after hits to second and third...
...between second and centre, but he is soon caught napping by Carter's quick throw. Tyng and Holmes then quickly retire. In the eighth inning another fumble by Dow gives Williams his first, but he soon goes out at second by Tyng's good throw. Smith is given a life by Ernst's wild throw to Wright, who, by a superb stop, prevents a run. Downer out on a fly to Holmes. The opportunity for redemption is again offered our Nine, but they again refuse to accept it, and gracefully retire in one, two, three order. The ninth inning results...
...painful reading. Fromont jeune et Risler aine is his best (lately translated under the title Sidonie). Charles de Bernard deserves not to be forgotten. The volume entitled Le Noeud gordien contains several of his stories. Ferdinand Fabre has devoted himself to what might be called the novel of clerical life in France. L'Abbe Tigrane is a work of great power. It will carry the ordinary reader into a world entirely new to him. In addition to the titles I gave last year I ought also to add: Erckmann-Chatrian, L'Ami Fritz; Droz, Les Etangs; Mery, La Guerre...
...Yale Courant is about as near our ideal of a college paper as any publication we know of. Often entertaining, never dull, full of articles which we can all read with pleasure, - articles full of life, - its locals pithy, its criticisms just, its whole tone manly, the Courant does honor to its editors and to the institution from which it comes." - Princetonian...
...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 with life, and rush away from lunch to cool my body and my temper with a sherbet at Belcher's. Here I am met by a classmate, who talks about the war in Turkey. What do I care about Turkey? The other day I thought I ought to take some interest...