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...when I think of Class-Day's joys...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AFTER CLASS DAY. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »

...they had gone, I found that the nose of my bust of Goethe was broken, my O. K. cookies had been eaten, and a mustache had been painted on my favorite photograph of Mary Anderson. Do you wonder that I fell into a gloomy train of thought? 'This Class Day,' said I to myself, as I looked down upon the throng below, 'is a resting-point in a man's life, - a day which makes him forget to think about the future, and leads him to look back upon the years that are gone. And who can look back without...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN UNDERGRADUATE'S CLASS DAY. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »

...CLASS DAY has two sides. The Senior's side is bright; the world seems made for him, at least for that one day. But for the undergraduate who has had to give up his room and has no friends present, Class Day has its dark side; he is lonely in spite of the gayety around him. Such a melancholy undergraduate linked his arm in mine as we crossed the Yard after the lights were out, and poured forth the following lament...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN UNDERGRADUATE'S CLASS DAY. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »

...enjoyed Class Day, have you? Met some interesting girls, I suppose. It 's all very pleasant for you Boston men, but it has been a sober day for me. I did n't mind being turned out of my room, but it was rather hard to be kicked out of Memorial Hall by two infuriated college officers, after I had stolen up through the cellar with the hope of avoiding the rush at the door. Such treatment, ruffles the dignity of a Junior, you know. Of course I liked the exercises, but the Seniors did n't look sad enough...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN UNDERGRADUATE'S CLASS DAY. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »

...during the mid-years, and the night of the German. My heart was set on attending, but conscience would give me no peace, filling my thoughts with the next day's examinations. Hence there arose that time-honored wrangle 'twixt Duty and Inclination, in which Duty was driven from the field, for Miss Ravissante had firmly convinced me, in the irresistible logic of beauty and artful superlatives, that I was nothing less than indispensable to her enjoyment of the evening, and thus, you know, my going was really a deed of mercy...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A REMINISCENCE. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »