Word: plugging
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...appears that the occupant of room No. 37 had had his chandelier broken off the evening before, and had stopped up the broken pipe with a wooden plug. To his astonishment when he woke up at quarter of eight yesterday morning, his room was filled of gas, and to ascertain whether it was genuine gas or not, he struck a match, thereby having his doubts very quickly satisfied. The result of the experiment was an explosion so heavy as to be felt all over the yard. The windows of the room were, violently blown out over the sidewalk, the door...
...things of more worth and beauty, if not of more interest. Bric-a-brac of every sort, photo, paintings and so on, adorn the walls, which are literally covered from ceiling to wainscoting. Among them a piece made from the uniform worn on November 3, a wonderful combination of plug hat, torch, uniform and "black bottle...
...time-honored custom, how many of the latter were bareheaded on their return to the classic shades and finally how, in a fit of kindness, the thoughtful freshmen covered the head of our illustrious founder shivering on his cold seat in the night air with their one remaining plug, he desires shall be told in full. But with what justice can we relate the brave deeds of one freshman without relating the deeds of all, and that indeed, were too much to ask. '87 is not proud, but truthful, and it rests satisfied with the work of its single chronicler...
...copp" more prudent than valiant retreats. In this case discretion was doubtless the better part of valor. We in the front rank agreed to throw down our torches. Now comes the rush. I can tell you little except what happened to myself. I pulled my "plug" down over my ears and rushed in. At the first onset somebody knocked off my hat- I thought my head had gone too- I put my hands up, it is my head, still there, thank heaven! But I have no reason to rejoice, for when I left home that night as the last buckle...
...near the statue of John Harvard, evidently up to some mischief. I watch until they are gone and then cross over to see what they have been up to. To my horror I see upon the scholarly and dignified head of our illustrious founder, what think you? an '88 plug hat! I hastened to relieve the good man from such a humiliating and embrassing position, and appropriate for my private store one more trophy. This act made me feel very virtuous, and when I went to sleep that night I dreamed pleasant dreams, of Freshmen coming to my room...