Word: youthe
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...sawmill his transcendental genius came into play. He had a burning, an overwhelming, desire to do something original. He proposed to cross the mill-pond on the logs, casually remarking that it was perfectly safe. His girl - well, she trusted in Diggles and went; so did a youth from Amherst (Diggles said he always went everywhere). The others prudently sat on the bank and waited. Every voice was hushed, every heart stopped beating, as hand-in-hand the dauntless three approached the margin of the deep black waters...
...upon what? Surely it can be nothing else, - upon a stiffly starched shirt-bosom, while the poor girl cries as if her heart would break. Ah, yes, dear reader, do not pretend to conceal your tears, it is no other than the unhappy "co-ed," with whom the miserable youth across the way has exchanged clothing...
...entered the sanctum simultaneously through different doors, and a bright blush suffused the tear-stained cheek of the maiden as she saw a frill of "Hamburg edging" peeping from under the modest coat-sleeve of the youth. He gave one look, and a long, convulsive shudder shook his manly frame as he perceived a shirt-button peeping from beneath the lace about her neck...
Inch by inch the sad truth was drawn from the weeping culprits, and a Faculty meeting was called at once to obtain permission to open the college locker and obtain a fresh supply of linen. The president then embraced the youth, and his wife the maid. In passing we would suggest that it would have been better if he had embraced his wife and had let the youth embr - but we digress. The result of the meeting was satisfactory, and the trembling pair folded up their clothes like the Arabs, and as silently stole away...
...delivered the diary. He was sitting in his room, No. 26 Holworthy. His janitor sat beside him. De Smythe had taken a great fancy to this janitor, who had taught him to smoke. "This shall at least bring happiness to some mortal," thought the generous youth, as he drew from his pocket the object on which he had spent so much anxious thought and his last X. He unfolded the wrappings of tissue paper and presented the diary to the janitor, accompanying the gift with a description of its mechanism. The janitor was much pleased, and Fitz-Clarence went round...