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...thoughts hitch each time on the same point. I invariably dwell upon the temperature of my room, and find myself repeating again and again those expressions of discontent that are apt to proceed from a man who sees before him a blazing fire, but feels around him an intolerable chill. This troubled condition of mind forces me to unburden myself...
...Permitted to assemble once more with the hearts we fondly cherish, allow me to tender my best wishes for all the pleasant influences which this day's association present, and for the cheerful faces I see around me . . . . We feel that the gorgeous triumphs of Rome would bashfully gaze upon our enchanting May-day celebration...
Wednesday, Jan. 24. - Twelve men present. Pull eight hundred strokes, and run two miles. The worst fault is still the hurried recover. Preston fails as much as any to part with this. He gets a trifle too much reach with his body, reaches around with his outside shoulder, fails to sit up always at the finish, and does not pull his hands in high enough. His chief fault is that of using his arms too much. At no part of the stroke are they straight. He works well, but should put more fire into the stroke. Harriman...
When we come around to something like this state of affairs, when the man who reads and the man who rows has each a goal before him worth reaching, when there is something substantial to be made from the use of brains or of muscle in college, then will be the time when indifference will vanish. With us, contest for rank and scholarships is not a contest of brains. He takes the highest rank who happens by any means to amass the highest number of marks among the men who try for high marks. The scholarships support fools who have...
This was too much. I had been trying to reform, and in one evening I had been taken for a Freshman, a thief, an idiot, and twice for a drunkard. I rushed wildly around to Brighton St. As I turned the corner, I ran into a friend, who accosted me, "Hallo, old boy! I thought you had reformed." "Troja fuit," I merely replied, feeling a little ashamed of giving up so soon; but a minute later, when Carl's flaxen-haired Ganymede brought me a schooner, all shame had left me, and alone by myself I drank down a toast...