Word: longingly
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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...carries papers in his hand. We are scared, but unintimidated. Get him inside the intrenchment; stamp on him. Examine his papers, - O shame! they are tracts. Swear thus to treat all invaders of the free soil of Cuba. Mysterious stranger says it is n't Cuba, it's Patchoughe, Long Island, and he 's a colporteur, and we are children of wrath. Band (three men and a reporter) advance and corroborate; also arrest us for vagrancy. Loathsome Bastiles. Bailed out by colporteur, who proves to be connected by marriage with Freshman's god-father. Afterwards learn that the blockade-runner...
...night last week a Sophomore was spending the evening at the rooms of some lady friends. After delaying his departure as long as good manners would permit, he confessed his fear of being "gobbled" by the "Fresh." His fair friends agreed to accompany him back to his room. Accordingly, with three "high-school gum-drops" as his escort, he sallied forth; and so did the "Fresh"; and the result was that the "Soph" was pumped. He is now trying to persuade the unprejudiced public that he was going home with the girls. - Chronicle...
...these first cold days, when the falling snow covers grass and trees, and the dark clouds seem to threaten a long storm, it is quite amusing to notice the different remarks with which men greet this earnest of winter. Some say, "A little more of this will give us very fair sleighing;" others, "How pretty it makes the Yard look!" but most declare with a sigh, "Now for wet feet and cold rooms and frozen ears." When we think of the number of this last class, it really seems worth while to consider whether winter could not be made...
...pleasant as it may be in the house, out of doors is the place to learn to enjoy winter. It may require a little patience at first to go out into the stinging air or whirling drift, but it will not be long before we shall feel that exhilaration which is one of the blessings of our northern climate. And how many beautiful sights winter has for us if we will only look! The very drift of the snow, covering every stiff and uncomely object with flowing lines of beauty; or its tints at sunset, blue in the hollows...
...conditions, we are crushed beneath the no less awful question what to do with it. In the coming fall, the oft-repeated query, "Did you enjoy your vacation?" will be answered by a careless, "Yes," under which lurks an uneasy feeling that a summer to which we have long looked forward has slipped away and left but little behind it. For we no sooner have our time than we are possessed with an eager desire to kill it; and our joy, when released from the Annuals, is changed to disgust at finding an elephant on our hands...