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...what a change! We awake to find all our bulwarks against this distressingly prosaic and democratic country rudely thrust aside. A hungry monster has arisen, which threatens to absorb us, annex us, - call it what new-fangled name ye will! We are hampered by the Port! While we of Old Cambridge have been enlightening the world, dreaming with Plato, fighting with Calvin, discussing with Darwin, a town - a modern, busy, trading, prosaic, mushroom, damnable town - has been started, is growing beneath our very nose! We believe they have a "City Hall" and a "Government," - we are not sure that...
...students desirous of enjoying the privileges of the Reading-Room are invited to call at Hollis 3, between 2 and 4 P. M., and take certificates of membership. The fee remains at two dollars. It is desirable that those who have not already paid should do so immediately, that the Directors may be enabled to provide such an amount and variety of reading matter as is demanded by the needs of the Association and the position of our University...
...appear in the gallery as dinner-time approaches bears witness to the readiness with which the public at large appreciates its privilege; and the daily appearance of new admirers, whose numbers certainly do not decrease as time progresses, has suggested to me the ideas to which I venture to call the attention of the University...
This is the view taken by many who have the best interests of the University at heart. It will not do to sneer and call them over-nice. The question should be treated squarely, with a determination to give due weight to whatever can be said against our present practice. If the colleges with whom match games are played, such as Yale and Princeton, could be induced to give up professional playing, we could give up this practice, and still play them on an even footing. We should then lose nothing, and something might be gained in the direction...
...boat soon stops at a place called Lille-hammer. I understand from my guide-book that I must hire a horse and carriole here for Drontheim. Do not know what a carriole is, but step out on the wharf and call for one loudly. A ragged urchin soon drives up in a curious-looking low gig, with long and slender shafts, inserted between which is a wonderful horse. Wonderful, because, although apparently dead, he is yet really alive. Boy talks volubly in a gibberish quite unintelligible, but as I catch the word "carriole," I conclude that it must...