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...brown eyes and hair...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SEVENTEEN. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

...allow them as the best college records, and these recent developments have shown that our action was right. A rule preventing professionals from competing in college athletic sports has never been deemed necessary, but the action of the college base ball league last year in regard to Richmond, the Brown pitcher, showed pretty conclusively the feeling of the college world on that subject. Among the matches run by this Fitzgibbons, the Spirit's correspondent mentions a race run in May, 1879, with Witherbee, '81, who made such a good showing at our last Spring Meeting; and if the race were...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SPORTING COLUMN. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

...upon the ground. He had not long remained in this pitiable position, however, before he heard a strange rattling noise, mingled with a harsh jingle of bells, sounding louder and louder every moment. He rose to his feet, and saw a strange sort of chariot, drawn by two mud-brown steeds, coming toward him. This chariot was lovely golden-yellow, adorned with a strange inscription which Henry could not read, something like this - ???. The genie who was guiding these fiery steeds by means of gossamer reins, although clad in bearskins and seven-league boots, was nevertheless so jolly-looking, that...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE STORY OF LITTLE HENRY. | 11/11/1881 | See Source »

Here the ??? man was interrupted by some one who approached and asked him what he meant by spelling his name, which was Brown, in the more muscular fashion, Brawn. Henry did not wait to hear the answer to this dispute but hastened...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE STORY OF LITTLE HENRY. | 11/11/1881 | See Source »

...upright against the fresh, strong wind. I had never seen such sworls of spray before, nor such a foreboding sky, - a long oblique strip of blackness, like a pall, with ragged edges dipping to the very sea. Then I turned and slowly walked up the path to the little brown house, where the tall elms were swaying madly to and fro. A bright face welcomed me from the window. It was the little granddaughter of the old skipper in whose house I had spent the last two months. I had come there to recover from the effects of a long...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MIRA. | 10/28/1881 | See Source »