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THIS book has already met with an enthusiastic reception at Yale, which is not at all surprising, as the students there probably enjoy the local references, and recognize the eight students whose adventures form the foundation of the work. The incidents are by no means new, but to the reader who has never seen the chief places in the Old World they may prove interesting. The eight begin their travels with a trip to the Harvard-Yale boat-race, where one of their young lady friends attributes the victory of the crimson to the fact that "those old veterans, Ernst...
ELSEWHERE will be found a critical article on the class crews. The facts are only presented there without drawing any conclusion, and each reader is left to decide for himself as to which crew is most likely to win the race. At this early date to assert that a certain crew will be successful would be unsafe. The result of the spring races of '79 should be a warning on this point. Then the Junior crew was thought to have an excellent chance; what really happened is still remembered. To place now the present crews in the order of their...
WOULDST like to know, O gentle reader, of the pleasures and pains of Hare and Hounds? then listen to the mournful story of Ferdinand Van Rasselas. When Ferdy appeared in front of Matthews, his six feet two of skin and bones clad in a nice new flannel shirt and in new brown knickerbockers and stockings to match, he created quite a sensation. His clean things, in comparison with the rough boating jerseys and 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...
...love-making will seem peculiar, even to readers of Miss Broughton. Take this for example, - start not, nervous reader; they are to be married in a few pages...
...WONDER whether I am the only reader of the Crimson who has fallen easy prey to the specious eloquence of old Izaak Walton, that arch-humbug who "babbles of green fields" in such a naive and charming way. Last spring I picked up "The Complete Angler," and at once devoting to Hades the august historians and orators of antiquity, I wanted to be a fisher of trout, I longed for brooks to conquer, I wished to commune with Nature. I have communed now, and some of the greenness has departed from those fields and from...