Word: snubbings
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...paintings, damask curtains, satin upholstery, and statuary that surround us. Here a suppressed sneer is heard and we at once move out into the corridor. We go to the library, a wilderness of black walnut shelves, glass doors, carved tables, Ouida's novels, and long haired grinds. We snub the library, but maintain silence when we are informed that "you can get in, even after four o'clock." Another corridor, a door; we enter, and the first object that meets our eye is a black, battered beaten, Brimless beaver with the magic legend upon it, H. '85, Below...
...attempted (and had too well succeeded) in having her say as regards the contests with us; and we were pleased when we heard that one of her own men had vigorously put a veto upon such conduct. To make their small treatment of their victors all the smaller, their snub all the more snubbish, they ended up their meeting by tabling a motion not to row Columbia again. Columbia cannot let such noble condescension pass without due gratitude. If the outgrowth of the whole should be the end of the Harvard-Columbia race at a date which interferes with...
...knocked down, and it were better for the young man that he were indeed deposited on the ground in a place where no man should come unto him. For lo, the maiden is what is called in the tongue of the Philistines, fresh, and loveth beyond all things to snub, which, translated, is sit upon the hopes of youthful genius. And verily, to the young man's questions she returneth answers which are as naught, and the young man runneth through his stock of conversation and no one will come to help him; and lo, to a saying...
...muddy water - thereby spoiling my temper and my trousers. I drew out a damp cigarette to take refuge in smoke and philosophy; but "matches are made in Heaven," and I was no farther than purgatory, so I did not smoke just then. On the road I found a small snub-nosed boy with his basket full of fine trout. The little wretch had fished the brook just a hundred yards ahead of me. I descended to base flattery, and attempted corruption. Noble Young America (of course his name was Bill) declined to barter his fame and his fish for gold...
...asked me how we liked the fellows here. Generally speaking, there is very little love lost between us. (There are one or two brilliant exceptions, of course, but I reserve my accounts of them till Christmas vacation.) They take extraordinary pains to jeer at us and snub us at every opportunity. They fill their paper - "The Harvardiana" - with slurs and poor jokes on ours. But I think "The Tea-Table and University News-Letter" can hold its own with their wretched periodical. There's a dear little Freshman across the entry who keeps me in tobacco and matches...