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...boldness in writing a letter for the perusal, if you care to print it, of so many masculine eyes at such a place as Harvard. The truth is, I have just been to the Glee Club Concert, and my head is a little turned by what I saw and heard, so I am not sure whether I am doing right or not. But at any rate I am not going to ask Ma. You must put the blame on Will (Will is a Junior and one of my dearest friends), for when we were coming home last night...
...last the night came, and about half past seven I heard a ring at the bell and a quick step in the hall that I knew in a minute was Will's. On the way down town he told me that everything was just perfect. They had sold seven hundred tickets the first two days and the rest within a week, and just the nicest people in the city were going. Will was in full dress, and he looked real handsome I tell you. We were a little early, so we had time to look around some...
...love a tenor voice! At "Jingle Bells." my feet would beat time in spite of me, and "Sally am de Gal for me" with its banjo accompaniment was too funny for anything. But I did n't intend to criticise the performance, for of course you have heard their pieces. I just wanted you to know how much the entertainment was enjoyed here, and if my impetuous nature has made my letter very girlish, perhaps it has told more than my words. I hope some time to hear just such another concert, and I am sure your Faculty will never...
...Holyoke. I did n't study very much, but still I led a pretty steady life. One night in the middle of October, about ten o'clock, there were four fellows in my room, and we were all laughing loudly over some bon-mots, when a knock was heard, and in came a head, which opened its mouth and gravely said, 'Gentlemen, it is after nine o'clock, and you are keeping me awake; I must therefore warn you to make less noise,' and then disappeared. 'It's your proctor,' yelled the company, - we broke up in disgust. A short...
...Sophomore year, I moved into Matthews. Alas! a week later, as I was trying to study, I heard a dismal tooting beneath me. After hearing 'Nancy Lee' attempted some twenty times, I got desperate, and pounded on the floor with truly Sophomoric courage. Up came a wrathy Senior, and informed me that he should practise on his cornet as much as he pleased, and that if I did n't like it I could move. And this was not the worst; a Freshy overhead was lucky enough to have a piano, and banged 'Whoa! Emma,' and other Freshmanic ditties...