Word: bricks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week through the bare boles of the trees, past the stocky, red-brick buildings of Pomfret School, a sombre hearse made its way. As it must to all men, Death had come to Headmaster William Beach Olmsted, whom Pomfret boys have affectionately, awesomely known as "Mr. O" for 32 years. Pomfret boys knew that he was not leaving the school as he had found...
...refused the invitation to the mountains; I corrected two hundred papers over the weekend, themes, grammar tests, and spelling. When I returned them to the morning class, 'Brick' chucked his into the wastebasket with a 'Gee, somebody spilled the red ink!' How to make them care! . . . Miss Skelton teaches chemistry; she is a faithful worker for the Y. W. C. A. Mr. Mince tips his hat to her every morning; I've seen her flush at his audacity. Sometime I'm going to lock them in the Study Hall and compromise them...
...biggest hunt of the year comes on Thanksgiving Day when the Middleburg hounds meet at Foxcroft and the girls themselves serve the hunt breakfast in the old brick dining hall. Another great event is Alumnae Day in May when hundreds of Foxcroft parents and graduates drive over Virginia's slick concrete roads to Middleburg and out to Foxcoft to eat a luncheon and watch the Foxes and the Hounds (competitive divisions of the whole school) play at basketball on a neat grass court...
...University comes in the form of a campus. At Harvard it is called The Yard. The original Yard has expanded its glorious elms dying of the gypsy moth have given place to red oaks or other trees the ancient wooden fence is replaced by delightful wrought iron and brick. Coming out of the subway one crosses riskily the traffic torrent in "Mass" Avenue turns to look across the hurly burly of what was once a quiet country square enters the Yard. There past a copper beech lies a long rectangle of shaded lawn enclosed by ten or so buildings...
Miss Mary Plummer of Boston, pretty as a peach blossom, could not resist her fascinatingly brown-bearded French and riding master. They were married at City Hall, Manhattan, though she had wept for a religious wedding. At No. 212 West Twelfth Street (the dingy brick building still stands) she bore him the present Mme. Jacquemaire. Then he took her back to Paris?on the dread eve of 1870?where she bore him Michael and "Le Petit Pierre," now a businessman in Lima, Peru, where he raged last week at the slowness with which bulletins trickled in about his father...