Word: roome
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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Then, on the other hand, every course, even in the Mathematics, had a couple of admirers, and it being known that I was searching for knowledge, there grew up a sort of free fight on the electives in my room, at which I was moderator, and while one grind yelled in one ear the praises of the Hitopadeca, one on the other side recited Beowulf, and another screamed the theory of Quaternions down my neck...
...dressed myself, my father's advice; so I took the morning car into Boston, cutting my Latin. I remembered that my father said, "Go to the best lawyer," so I walked around in contemplation of the office, and at last went to the man who has the best room in Sears Block. That was the handsomest building, by long odds, and, thought I, the men who can afford it ought to be the best...
...Entry Book is now open at the Secretary's room, - 29 Weld, - and full particulars can be obtained from him. The book will be closed on Wednesday, May 9. Gentlemen who intend entering their names are requested to do so as soon as possible, in order to facilitate the printing of the programmes...
...rushes, the Cornell "stackings," the thousand and one absurdities which make up the amusements of such students, will remain in favor so long as the Faculties encourage them by treating their perpetrators as if they were committing a fault and not an imbecility. When a Cornell student "stacks" a room, or a Union student indulges in a cane rush, to wear a foolscap would be a much more appropriate punishment than to be suspended...
There is a charming bit of poetry called "The Charcoal Man," written by Trowbridge, in which the honest hero is pictured as coming home after shouting his familiar cry since early morn, and listening to the never-failing echo, and as he enters the room, he bends over the baby's crib, and whispers "charco' " in the little ear. The youngster cooing with delight, tosses up his arms, and echoes "harko' " just as the hills had been doing all day long. Now, why cannot one of our homely poets immortalize a scene in the organ-grinder's life...