Word: sorts
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...they are dragging up the hill "taboggins," which is the Indian sled, and which finds a mate in the bark canoe. They are made of thin pieces of cedar-wood, which have been planed perfectly smooth; these pieces are bent up at the front so as to form a sort of runner, but the boards themselves lie flat on the snow, being fastened together above, so that the bottom is smooth. They are made of all sizes, averaging about five feet by two, and can accommodate any number of people. They are so thin and limber that they bend over...
...Biler," sort of base-burning stove tipped over. Cylinders, like teapots. Driving-wheels about the size of the largest felt hat you would see in the College Yard. No cab; Bill "straddles" the rear of the "biler." No smoke stack. Leak handy. No bell or whistle; Bill probably "hollers" when he sees anything on the track. Whole made of pine-wood, newly shingled and lined in spots with tin. Name, "Sunny South." Rest of train, baggage and smoking (cards and whiskey) car, size of a royal octavo coffin; palace car, like an Irish jaunting...
First, the domain of the newsboy is restricted to an anteroom at Memorial. Next the Senior Class abolish the holy office of chaplain. Now there are whispers that the exercises at the tree on Class Day are a boyish high-school sort of performance, not untainted with rowdyism, and there are students ready to assert that an exercise which shows us up more in the light of clowns than gentlemen might better be dispensed with...
...civilization? (H. says it's the absence of unenlightenment.) Y-e-s, that's all true; but - you are, I think, a little too general; try to be a little more concise. Well, don't let me interrupt you, sir; go on. (H. says civilization is a very good sort of a thing; if we did n't have any civilization, we'd have barbarism.) Y-e-s, that's quite true, sir; but what - Well, I 'll get somebody else. That will do, sir, that will do. (H. seats himself.) You did better than I thought you would...
...mental relief which a few good pictures - peculiarly your own property - will give you is astonishing. There are many moments when you are too indolent to work, or even to think of anything to think about. You sit in your chair, lighting cigarettes and mentally declaring that this sort of thing is unbearably slow. You look at your walls or your mantel-piece in the condition in which they at present are, and you are reminded of nothing but this same slow sort of thing. Last year's crew and last year's burlesque actress; certificates of admission to half...