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...price of board at the Dining Association, including the steward's head money, is $3.98 per week for the month of October. The auditor's report is published below...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Memorial Hall. | 11/14/1885 | See Source »

Lasell has just opened a gymnasium with Miss Fuller of Cambridge at its head. It is said to be remarkably good...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Fact and Rumor. | 11/9/1885 | See Source »

...practical results, while Ricardo, a successful business man, deals almost entirely with the abstractions of the science. The writer speaks very highly of Cairnes, the latest of the great writers on this subject. "Mr. Cairnes," he says, "was an economic tight-rope walker; he could go with a cool head through airy spaces, where other men became dizzy or fell to the ground. And at the same time, he had the Englishman's sturdy respect for facts, with more than the ordinary Englishman's willingness to acquaint himself with social systems different from...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Study of Political Economy. | 11/9/1885 | See Source »

...cranny without success, and finally fearing that I might be suspected of being a Socialist, I roused my courage, walked up to a desk and asked very politely where I could find a catalogue. The mighty man, sitting behind the desk, tightly fitted into a military coat, raised his head, looked at me sharply, smiled haughtily, and informed me that the catalogue was reserved for the private use of the librarian! "But," said I, "you must have a card-catalogue for reference, have you not?" He took it as an insult, and I made the best...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SOME INTERESTTING AND SUGGESTIYT EXPERIENCES IN A GERMAN LIBRARY. | 11/3/1885 | See Source »

...desk eyed me more and more suspiciously, and, growing rather uneasy under his paralyzing gaze, I asked, meekly enough, how long I should have to wait: "Oh, is that what you want? Why, you cannot have the book before to-morrow at noon." I fell back, mournfully bent my head, and went away. The next day found me in a line of some thirty fellow-mortals, waiting to reach the desk. When I arrived there, wearied, exhausted and hungry, my slip was returned to me with the word "out" written in bloody letters upon it. This is a true tale...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SOME INTERESTTING AND SUGGESTIYT EXPERIENCES IN A GERMAN LIBRARY. | 11/3/1885 | See Source »