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PROFESSOR HEDGE will deliver four more lectures The subject of the next one is "Goethe as a man...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 5/4/1877 | See Source »

...frequenters of the boat-house, is to be immediately refitted for service and once more launched. It will be remembered that this is the boat in which the present vice-president of our Boat Club, with the assistance of Mr. Faulkner, last year heroically rescued from drowning a man whose shell had capsized. The craft will be moored at the float, for the general convenience of the H. U. B. C., and under the careful and experienced attention of the vice-president, it will hereafter be regularly used as a life-boat. This assurance of means of rescue all ready...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 5/4/1877 | See Source »

STATISTICS of the Senior class show that at graduation the oldest man will be 31 years 2 months; the youngest, 18 years 7 months; the average age, 22 years 7 1/2 months. 15 men will be over 25; 4 under...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 5/4/1877 | See Source »

...establish himself, the venerable Ubiquity will invite him to depart thence. But in spite of the antipathy displayed for the organ-grinder by the powers that preside over our studies, the student himself will infinitely prefer the performances of that much-abused personage, to those of the man overhead whose rowing-weights send forth a most distressing discord, half rumble, half squeak, or, still worse, whose religious enthusiasm finds its vent in practising Tabernacle tunes on a reed-organ. No sane person would hesitate to decide that "Just in time for Lanergan's ball" rendered on a good hand-organ...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE ORGAN-GRINDER. | 4/20/1877 | See Source »

There is a charming bit of poetry called "The Charcoal Man," written by Trowbridge, in which the honest hero is pictured as coming home after shouting his familiar cry since early morn, and listening to the never-failing echo, and as he enters the room, he bends over the baby's crib, and whispers "charco' " in the little ear. The youngster cooing with delight, tosses up his arms, and echoes "harko' " just as the hills had been doing all day long. Now, why cannot one of our homely poets immortalize a scene in the organ-grinder's life...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE ORGAN-GRINDER. | 4/20/1877 | See Source »