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Dates: during 1870-1879
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Rested the fair one of my rhymes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE BURNING OF STOUGHTON. | 12/18/1879 | See Source »

...one doubt what that motive is? Do not the numerous guide-books of Harvard, Cambridge, Boston, and Cincinnati speak for themselves? Their object was professedly, and properly enough, a financial speculation, and they met with as much success as they deserved. So long as their editor confined himself to such means, no Harvard student had any right to complain of his object. But when he sets himself up as a representative of the University, can we not question his right to do so? Heretofore young men have come to Harvard to study and to fit themselves for future usefulness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE HARVARD REGISTER. | 12/18/1879 | See Source »

...dirty football trousers, made him conspicuous. In fact, Ferdy wished he were not quite so conspicuous, for it was n't pleasant to hear whispered remarks about "Freshy's telegraph poles," and "Freshy's leg is as big at the ankle as it is at the hip," and one fellow wanted to know which was his back and which was his chest. This last witticism almost brought the tears to Ferdy's eyes, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE WOFUL TALE OF FERDINAND VAN RASSELAS. | 12/18/1879 | See Source »

...points along the top, about three feet high. Ferdy tries to jump it, but his strength gives out and he sits on the top wire; the points tear his knickerbockers and pierce his epidermis, and Ferdy concludes it hurts much more than when he sat on a bent pin one...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE WOFUL TALE OF FERDINAND VAN RASSELAS. | 12/18/1879 | See Source »

Nevertheless Ferdy plods on, rubbing the afflicted part with one hand, while the muckers scream at him to "hurry up, daddy-long-legs, you'll get left," but Ferdy is too wretched to mind such sarcasm. At last his wind is gone, his legs feel like lumps of iron, and there is a ploughed field and a brook between him and the hounds. Ferdy stumbles and tumbles over the ploughed furrows, and nerves himself to jump the brook - vain attempt! splash he strikes in the water and sinks to his waist in the slimy refrigerator. It is too much...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE WOFUL TALE OF FERDINAND VAN RASSELAS. | 12/18/1879 | See Source »

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