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Word: tavern (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1870-1879
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...scholar shall go into any tavern or victualling house in Cambridge, to eat aud drink there, - unless in the presence of his parent or guardian, - without leave from the President, a professor, or tutor, under a penalty not exceeding fifty cents...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OLD COLLEGE RULES. | 2/23/1878 | See Source »

Everybody, it seemed, had a picnic in the rooms, and I went over to Mr. Mattes's tavern and got a few corn-cakes, and went into a room to eat my lunch. A tall young man with light hair was very kind to me and showed me the way out, - which I knew, having just come in, but I suppose he did not understand...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CLASS DAY AT HARVARD. | 4/6/1877 | See Source »

...found there eight or ten young fellows sitting around, smoking tobacco, with the smoke of which the room was so full that you could hardly see; and the whole house smelt so strong of it, that when I was going up stairs I said, 'This is certainly a tavern.' We excused ourselves that we could speak English only a little, but understood Dutch or French, which they did not. However, we spake as well as we could. We inquired how many professors there were, and they replied not one, that there was no money to support one. We asked...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EARLY SCHOLARSHIP AT HARVARD. | 3/10/1876 | See Source »

...troops marched on through Milk Street, by the old Davenport tavern, at the corner of North Avenue and Beech Street, and so out of Cambridge. There is a "fine, old, crusted story" to the effect that, on the road, some of the officers met a countryman sowing grain. "Ho, fellow! " says one of the officers, "you may sow, but we shall reap!" "Wa'al," replied the native, "p'raps you will; I'm sowing hemp...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HISTORIC CAMBRIDGE. | 4/9/1875 | See Source »

...heart, - and I decided to take the post-office of Skunk's Misery, feeling assured that a man of culture and a philosopher could make the lowliest position honorable and useful. I have not been disappointed. The post-office is near the bar-room of the village tavern. I there delivered the letters alternately with short but pithy essays on philosophic and classical subjects. At first I translated these effusions into the "flash" dialect peculiar to these regions; but, gradually introducing words of a more refined nature, I brought the villagers to a proper use of their mother tongue...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CRICKET. | 3/26/1875 | See Source »

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