Word: barrel
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...between the college library and Harvard street literally infested with Cambridge muckers. These young ragamuffins cluster there by hundreds almost every afternoon, and even at night; and they make pedestrianism on the path to the library an exceedingly dangerous undertaking by swooping down the hill on their bobsleighs and barrel-staves. They come, too, in such rapid succession that it requires skill and coolness to dodge them. Added to this, they make day and night hideous with their hoots and yells, and must be extremely unpleasant neighbors to the inmates of Dr. Peabody's and President Eliot's houses...
...signal for a recall will be the second barrel of the shot-gun, but there will be no recall after the first ten strokes have been rowed...
...held and open book in his lap. The butcher had a long white apron upon him, a square cap on his head, and stood upright at one corner of the dray leaning on an immense meat-axe. The grocer-parent sported a leather apron and sat upon a barrel of spices on an opposite corner, while the cooper, dressed in small clothes and a buff jerkin, was hammering upon a second cask. The whole was lighted up by flambeaux, and was repeatedly cheered along the route...
...side of Valedictory Day a new custom of dancing around the Liberty Tree, (the present class tree). As soon as dinner was over, all the undergraduates began to assemble around the tree and in the back rooms of Hollis and Stoughton. The seniors provided punch in a barrel, and brandy and water in pails, which were placed at the foot of the tree, and were steadily replenished all the afternoon, mugs ad libitum being provided for all comers. There were singing, dancing, speaking intermingled with unlimited drinking. Not the slightest attempt was made to control or repress this...
...return to archetypes, Cicero and Virgil were not grinds, but Epictetus was a grind. The lamp in which Epictetus burned his midnight oil is even now on exhibition in the British Museum along side of the Elgin Marbles. It is as large as a barrel. But to be a grind is it necessary to be a genius? I will not answer this. Victor Hugo says somewhere that it is a tres grande thing to be a bold, bad man. Now a grind is never a bold, bad man. He is just the opposite. He can give you the length...