Word: reader
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...Harvard Quartette" and L. L. Winter, '86, reader, assisted in the entertainment at the Cambridge High School Alumni reunion last Friday evening...
With all its peculiarities, American college journalism mirrors with surprising truthfulness the states of feeling, we had almost said the degrees of civilization, prevailing in the several parts of our broad land, The critical reader will easily detect differences in the tone of the kindred publications of our eastern colleges; between North, South, and West, the gulf is too wide for the most casual reader to overlook. Here in the north we have reached the stage of devotion to the aesthetic, so well illustrated by the Century and Harpers'. Sketches and stories whose aim is some artistic form and merit...
...local. The little journal swells out enormously, and disagrees most decidedly with a recent appointment at Washington, or thinks that the city had better "begin work on the grading" of such and such a street as soon as possible. The current number contains its Thanksgiving editorial, and the reader almost sees the enthusiastic editor devouring the famous morsels of turkey, with eyes dilated, face jovial, and lips smeared with the oeleaginous parts of the "drum-stick." The picture is almost tantalizing. We leave the editorials and turn to the contributed articles...
...real argument. In many cases the writers have opinions, and show a willingness to express them; in a word they are not afraid of being serious. As a result, the magazines become something more than literary, and please the thought as well as the taste of the reader. But setting them aside and taking up the "Harvard Monthly" we are inclined to think that the name "literary" would be far more applicable to it than to any of its contemporaries. But strange to say, the apparently proper order of things is exactly reversed, and while all the other publications...
...noticed that the great statesman never raised his eyes throughout his stay from an ancient manuscript, which rumor said had been sent to him from Alexandria. Many were the conjectures as to the nature of the writing. At last an old peasant ventured to approach the reader and gaze over his shoulder. These words, in Caesar's own hand, met his eye, "The Gods confound me if I did not lose two millions of sesterces last night. My villa at Tibur and all the statues which my father brought from Ephesus must go to the auctioneer." In other words, Caius...