Word: thoughts
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...would seem that if the room-lists are to be ready to-morrow, a little additional exertion could have brought them out to-day, to the convenience of a large number of men. The mistake is doubtless due entirely to an oversight, but we think that a little more thought might have been bestowed on the matter, and a real though trivial annoyance spared to the students...
WHEN the Greek play was first thought of, the chief consideration which induced the undergraduates to enter into its production with such enthusiasm was the fact that the student would profit by it. The public at large would be only amused by it; the instructors would only have the pleasure of carrying out a long-cherished plan; but the undergraduates would find the Greek play not only interesting or amusing, but also instructive. In fact, were the Greek play nothing more than interesting or amusing, the great labor expended on it might as well not have been undertaken; for pleasure...
AFTER Mr. James T. F-lds's paper upon the Poet Laureate had been read, the Quizzical Club did not meet for several weeks. It was thought, on the whole, not best They were afraid lest the poet should return unexpectedly; besides, Mr. F-lds's shocking revelation had produced an unwonted feeling of depression. But at last an event occurred which stirred the club to its very depths. Charles Shirts, that emissary of evil, had actually been tendered a dinner (think of it!) in Boston, the home of the Poncas and the Daily Evening Tramp. A meeting was immediately...
...handkerchief, and then, ashamed to wipe away the tear that glistened in her eye, she began to dust a volume. I waxed eloquent. "Speaking of antiquities, Miss Wiggleson, have you ever heard the story about George Washington?" A shade passed over her face. Perhaps she doesn't like anecdotes, thought I. "About the pear-tree?" said she. "No, indeed. This is a new and original story. He was at dinner, and having occasion to blow his venerable nose, he excited a great commotion among the ladies. One of these, bending tenderly toward him (Martha wasn't looking): 'Have...
...conflicting emotions. Being torn in different directions, I could not breathe freely. I rose, and paced quickly up and down the room. Suddenly I espied a scrap of paper in the corner. I went for it at once. It was a mere fragment, old and yellow; but I thought I recognized the handwriting, and in places it was blistered - with tears? It ran as follows...