Word: forgottenness
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...ferry and the toll are forgotten and the antique bridge is about to be replaced. Times and faces have changed; M. I. T. controls the waterfront, and it proposes to name the new structure the Technology Bridge, with an architectural central span, the gift of the Institute, as a memorial to its World War heroes. Harvard heartily approves, and cedes its name-claim with good will; in fact it would do so cheerfully if only the new span be wide enough for crews to pass under without danger in the races...
...individuals is to contribute to this human cause. Christmas with us is a time of spending and enjoyment; it will be a small matter for most of us to spare something for the fund. Five dollars will buy a box of candy to be devoured and forgotten in a week; five dollars will also save a child's life for a month. Which is the better bargain...
Clearly it is an individual problem, this query of "Why the Who's Are Who"; and one which can be worked out mpore easily in college, perhaps, than elsewhere. Once let the assumption that a scrap of fame be forgotten, and the theory that marks are of themselves the be-all and the end-all be allowed to accumulate cob-webs, and we shall be able to show Mr. Butler that so long as "Pigs is Pigs," colleges is colleges...
...this is very fine and the superiority of the system, as the "Journal" suggests, is unquestioned,-if it is not forgotten that West Point is educating army officers. However much the Harvard professor may have been impressed by this democracy, the fact remains that it is of very little interest to civilian institutions. In the first place the colleges are educating men for civil life where democracy does not consist in eating, the name food, wearing the same clothes, and doing things in common. Secondly, if individuality is really worth while, as at Harvard for instance, then democracy as pictured...
...these hats left in the Crimson Building will not be with us long. They have taken part in the jolly rag, tag, and bobtail of life; they have bowed to rosy--cheeked girls; their presence has brought smiles, sighs, soft words, and arch glances. But now they are almost forgotten. Life sweeps by in Plympton street outside. A false hope brightens the spirits of the hats as they wait in the Crimson building. Who knows but they may be called again? Who knows but they may again sweep down the stream of life? But the days...