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Thoughts of some dire calamity at once seized every mind, and more than one dignified senior was about to hurry for the scene of an imagined disaster, when, as a flash from the dying embers of the enthusiastic fire of his freshman days, came this happy thought, and his heart was put at rest. It was Thursday noon and these were freshmen eager for their fill of chemistry and fireworks...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 11/14/1885 | See Source »

...however, took my attention for some time. It was entitled, "Waiting for Breakfast." A little girl stood before a stove watching a woman, presumably her mother, fry buckwheat cakes. The title and the plate of cakes (resting on the front edge of the stove) sent my thoughts like a flash to Memorial with its Friday breakfasts. I knew in an instant that the artist had obtained his models from the Memorial steward, which, perhaps, explained very well why the painting was not a success. The prominent artists represented in the exhibition were William Willard, B. Champney, and Charles Sprague Pearce...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: New England Conservatory of Music. | 5/9/1885 | See Source »

...flash upon the water two miles...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A CLASS POEM. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...itself to the force of circumstances, and pliantly wound several times around said shaft. But there seemed to be no idea of permanence about that position, for the next instant, by some incalculable force, - the natural law of elasticity, I suppose, - I was unwound from that post like a flash, and shot, meteor-like, off into space. There I came in contact with several spokes, and a piece of the backbone, and in company we continued our perilous precipitation, with great accuracy of aim, to a remote corner of the hall. I wearily opened my eyes, expecting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...suddenly come to an end. But I was long in comprehending what had passed. It seemed like being in another world, with the newness of awakened life and the radiance of a fresh spring day. I rose slowly and tried to think what had happened. Then, like a lightning-flash, the truth was revealed to me. Who had fired that revolver, and why did it make no noise? And where was Stephen? I looked about me in a bewildered way. There was no trace of the terrible contest I had witnessed the night before; there was no dead...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 5/6/1881 | See Source »

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