Word: thrust
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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Some unsociable beings advocate rooming alone on the ground that it is easier to find company when you want it, than to escape it when it is thrust upon you. This may do very well for those who wish companions in their convivial moments only, but, for my part, I prefer to see my friends tested by the thousand petty annoyances that inevitably occur, and to find them still standing firm under the fire of my temper when I am in an ill-humor. Besides, the argument about seeking your friends when you want them works both ways. If your...
...what a change! We awake to find all our bulwarks against this distressingly prosaic and democratic country rudely thrust aside. A hungry monster has arisen, which threatens to absorb us, annex us, - call it what new-fangled name ye will! We are hampered by the Port! While we of Old Cambridge have been enlightening the world, dreaming with Plato, fighting with Calvin, discussing with Darwin, a town - a modern, busy, trading, prosaic, mushroom, damnable town - has been started, is growing beneath our very nose! We believe they have a "City Hall" and a "Government," - we are not sure that...
...general work of devastation was inaugurated; telegraph-poles were torn down and eaten by the more voracious of the monsters; paving-stones were torn up and thrown into Charles River until the Back Bay Problem was completely solved, no water being now visible for miles around; lamp-posts were thrust into the chimneys of dwelling-houses, and a pyramid of horse-cars five hundred feet in height was constructed, which, with all such drivers, conductors, and passengers as were so unfortunate as to be captured by the incarnate demons, was blown to atoms by nitro-glycerine...
LAST Monday morning, as I was reclining on my lounge, carefully preparing some work for the next hour's recitation, I heard some one coming up stairs, and presently a postal card was thrust under my door. Alas! as I had feared, it was an invitation to come to the Dean's daily reception. After perusing it for a few moments, I determined to put off my visit till the afternoon. At five o'clock, on arriving at the Dean's office, to my astonishment, I found no one there. There I was, all alone, in the Secretary's room...
...impromptu hunt occurred the other day through the open spaces of a well-filled lecture-room, in which the Professor, the Assistant-Professor, and a very large hound - supposed to have some "blood" in him - took prominent parts. The hound was finally captured and thrust into the adjoining-laboratory; he has not been seen since, and is supposed to be missing...