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...emotions. Cherish the natural sentiment of personal devotion to the teacher who calls out your better powers. It is a great delight to serve an intellectual master. We Americans are but too apt to lose this happiness. German and French students get it. If ever in after years you come to smile at the youthful reverence you paid, believe me, it will be with tears in your eyes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FIVE YEARS. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...novelty of the entertainment would no doubt suffice to fill the gallery for months to come, but popular interest might eventually decline unless proper stimulants were offered. To meet this difficulty I should propose the following plan...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MEMORIAL HALL. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...Nine the loss of gate-money will be a considerable one, but their expenses are comparatively light, and can be borne by subscription. The more important loss, of course, is that of practice with professional clubs, who would not come without a consideration. It cannot be denied that this is of the greatest value to our Nine in their games with Yale and Princeton, who are in the habit of practising constantly with professionals, and whose successes of last summer are largely due to this fact. The Boston grounds could occasionally be had, but this resort would be unreliable...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...life of plenty. In view of all these things there can be only one conclusion; no student who knows his own interests will hesitate as to his course another summer. For ourselves, we propose to be blind no more; we will wait no longer for the Mountains to come to us; we will go to the Mountains...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR EXCHANGES. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...idiot that he is, he only repeats, "Shoe blacking," and persists in whipping the galloping brute. My eye-glasses shake off, and become a total wreck in the bottom of the gig. The sun is very hot and the road is dusty. (I anathematize Jenkins for advising me to come to Norway.) The more I pull on the reins the faster the horse goes. Despair! After two hours of misery we come to a town; the horse stops of his own accord, and I descend to terra firma more dead than alive...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »