Word: roome
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...student will have to get used to that awesome word Bibliography without which intellectual effort cannot be translated into the all-important marks. And to that end William A. Jackson has come here as an Assistant Librarian (in charge of the Treasure Room and Associate Professor of Bibliography, in which subject he will give a course next year...
Last year in a small room on the first floor of the House Williams and Swett were able to assist some 300 students from every branch of the University to find an answer to personal questions. The entire gamut of possible problems was run, from a Freshman's doubts about taking up Chinese to a graduate student's hesitation about taking a wife. So far, it is claimed, no situation has stumped their resourcefulness...
Choices of courses will be made by even more varying criteria; but whether a student picks a course because it is supposed to be easy, because it meets at a convenient time, because he thinks he is a good friend of the instructor, because it meets in the same room as his preceding class and he will not have to wake up to change classes, or because its examination comes at a convenient date, he will have a well thought out and serious reason for taking it when he confronts his tutor today or tomorrow for his signature...
...outs ahead and bridges, out behind, isolated on a flood-girdled island. He was wet and weary and he thought rather apprehensively of the rising waters all around, but the beer was good and, by God, this was adventure of a sort. Out of another day was this dingy room, with its hideously-hewn, dirty-mirrored bar, its splintery floor, its dirty walls plastered with reward notices of rogues, new ond old. On these same walls wee now cavorting much more fearsome bogies, phantasmagoric giants projected by the few candles guttering in the necks of empty liquor bottles. And there...
...garishly-lighted station-master's room in Albany, whence a bus had finally churned its way. Amid the bedlam of ringing bells and frantically shouting railroaders, the young assistant parried the thrusts of angry passengers. "But it's an Act of God. Yes, we're sorry you were stalled thirty hours, but we can't help it. This office can't do anything. Jack, number five will proceed at ten miles per hour beyond Schenectady. You'll have to see the Passenger Agent. But I've told you we can't locate him. Number Seven to Chicago: two coaches, diner...