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SCENE, recitation-room. Enter ABSENT-MINDED FRESHMAN with his hat on. He sits down...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

...Halloo!" said I, "where did you get all these ashes on your hat and coat, and what in the name of all that's good makes your hands so black...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A TENDER STORY. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

...door! I rub my eyes, and discover, but too late, that I am between the tender and the baggage-car, with no refuge on either side; get into the car I cannot; to climb over the piled-up wood of the tender is impossible. I give up my hat to a sudden blast of wind. Now comes a demoniac shower of fire, - the grate is open ! A swarthy Vulcan rakes the ashes, and another throws in the wood, - Arcades ambo ! I cannot see ; innumerable particles of fiery ashes fly into my face. Frenzied, I pull my hat over my eyes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A TENDER STORY. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

...Hold up a minute!" I interrupted. "But I thought you said that your hat blew...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A TENDER STORY. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

...Then how is it that you 've got your hat now? " There was a suspicious twinkle in his eye as he answered." All in good time, my dear fellow. I'll explain that to your satisfaction by and by - If we go on this way we shall get to hair-splitting, which is unprofitable, you know. Don't ask irrelevant and awkward questions, but let me go on with my story. Where was I ? O yes. Well, I pulled out a handkerchief, and with both hands dusted the sparklets from my face and shoulders. At last, thank Heaven, they shut...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A TENDER STORY. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

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