Word: wente
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...next day I went in, dressed in calling costume, - black coat, &c., - and was met by a chorus of disapprobation. "How ungraceful these modern garments are! Why did n't you wear something flowing?" I mildly suggested that I had nothing in that line except a dressing-gown, and that I had not undertaken to make a guy of myself. So the class proceeded to array me in various garments belonging to the studio. A piece of embroidered mummy cloth was draped artistically over me, like a Roman toga; a sort of parti-colored cap, like those found in snapping...
...circus. But has he not a kind of fellow-feeling with students, - from whom he is removed by only a few years? Hardly; for that would be beneath his dignity, and he seems to have forgotten the good old days when he did not get high marks, and sometimes went to sleep in recitation. The barrier that separates him from the past is impassable. He awoke one morning and found himself a professor, and he does not remember his years of chrysalis life. Do you imagine, though, that he is always in this elevated position? Oh no! every...
NEARLY EVERY MEMBER of the Senior Class in Harvard University has a black eye or a broken head. A few nights ago about THIRTY of the boys went to Boston to attend a party, and concluded to walk home. On the way they encountered an amiable policeman, who, after a brief discussion with them on the subject of making less noise, waded in, and with club, revolver, and fist, put the whole party to rout. They claim that they were only singing a little ditty, but he swears that they were drunk. - From a St. Louis Paper...
...twenty," said Chaucer, shoving his chips out. The chips were made of slabs of doughnut from the kitchen, cut thin, and beautifully polished to look like ivory. Epaminondas went him twenty better, and they continued to pile up chips in a dreadfully reckless manner, until there were doughnuts enough on the table to have killed all the ostriches between Cairo and Capetown...
...true knight to claim the winsome lady's glove, she blushed, - a blush like the soft pink on the petals of an apple-blossom, - and shook her head; but as she passed me that night in the corridor, she dropped this little glove into my hand, and - well - she went away the next day, and -" He told me once, by the way, that she married a wealthy pork-packer out West somewhere...