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...many questions!" His conversation then became rather personal, and, staring intently at me, he said, "Aunty, aunty, ain't that little boy got pretty blue pants?" Blushes and "Hush, hush!" from the unfortunate relative, and a pervasive smile among the passengers. "Where do you s'pose he goes to school?" continued he. Reply inaudible. "Do they spank little boys at Harvard Collig?" The smiles at this period became audible, but as I have read the "Robbers" in my German elective, and sat under the sarcastic professor of themes, I did not blush. On his aunt's murmured reply, he proceeded...
SEVERAL contemporaries, tired of politics and short of other topics, are discussing the propriety of including the art of newspaper making among college studies. "A class in Journalism" is what they call it. The Cincinnati College of Music is an easy subject compared with this one. The only school in which anybody can learn how to make a good newspaper is a newspaper office. - N. Y. Evening Post...
...115th Commencement of the Medical School of the University of Pennsylvania took place at the Academy of Music, in Philadelphia, on Monday last...
...Yale College Catalogue for 1879-80 shows that the students at the college number 1,003, including 581 in the academical apartment, 175 in the scientific school, 88 in the theological school, 32 in the medical college, and 74 in the law school; the rest being divided between the students in the school of fine arts and those pursuing a graduate course. The list of Faculty and instructors includes one hundred names...
There is a stereotype-plate, from which impressions of a set form of petition, with blanks for date and excuse, may rapidly be printed off. The student writes upon a slip of paper his age, college class, the address of the superintendent of the Sunday school which he attends, and his mother's maiden name. He drops this into a little box; below is a sealed compartment in which are one thousand assorted excuses; turning the crank of the machine, the proper excuse drops...