Word: things
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...meant business; but as matters stand, their only avowed object is to beat us, and then send their crew abroad if they think fit. If they will agree to send out their men if they should win in a race with us, a race would not be a bad thing, as then the fastest crew would be sent out, which is, or should be, the main object...
...privilege is given. The mind of '80, which has been revelling ever since last June in the thought of exchanging the badly ventilated recitation-room for its own luxurious apartment, redolent with the aroma of the cigarette, and has been reckoning on its degree as a perfectly "cold thing," has been brought suddenly to a sense of its duties and dangers, by the announcement that 50 per cent on the year's work will be required for admission to the Senior class, and that two hundred censure-marks, instead of three hundred, will incur special probation. This is sad news...
...race; and no one can ridicule the idea more than we do, as we expressly said that the races should be straightaway. Our reference was particularly to the club races, and, as will be seen by this week's paper, these races are neither an impossible nor an improbable thing. There is no reason why eight-oared shells should not be used, if the men are willing to train. They are used at all the English colleges and by all the English schools, and what school-boys at Eton or Harrow can do, surely men of our College...
...Bless me! how green you are!" exclaimed Humbug. "Why, my dear fellow, you'd kill yourself, - it is n't the thing at all, you know. You have much to learn. I saw you talking today to a man with long hair. That was a mistake. You must know that this college is not your native town; it is a world by itself, and does not recognize the world around it. Here you must do as the rest do; here 'come-outers' are not tolerated; here a man must hide his heart, and make friends who will be useful...
...visitors were gone; but the Freshman still sat over the fire, with his head bowed upon his hands. How had his cherished ideal been overthrown by this revelation! His fair picture of college life had faded; and in its place was a gaudy thing, like one of those strange works of Turner, hideous and unreal. When will the Freshman be himself again? Perhaps in four years, - perhaps to-morrow. Until then we shall know him by his feigned face and mock-heroic air: for we, too, have all seen Humbug; and many of us, like the Freshman, have taken...