Word: sides
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...calm as a lake, reflecting myriads of stars, that seemed arrayed in full force to act as proxy for the moon, who was on duty at the antipodes. I had nothing to say to the gawky youth that pulled me across the water to the buttress on the further side of the estuary; but sent him back, and clambered and groped my way alone some sixty feet up the steep hillside. Dirty, tired, and out of breath, I reached the roadway, and a few minutes' walk brought me to the spot where I calculated the train, as required by State...
...still half in dreamland and wholly confused, I spring upon the train The wheels once more revolve, and I turn to go in, - no door! I rub my eyes, and discover, but too late, that I am between the tender and the baggage-car, with no refuge on either side; get into the car I cannot; to climb over the piled-up wood of the tender is impossible. I give up my hat to a sudden blast of wind. Now comes a demoniac shower of fire, - the grate is open ! A swarthy Vulcan rakes the ashes, and another throws...
...tender was diminished, and finally one of the attendant gnomes, peering over it, caught sight of me. He disappeared for a minute, and then two heads peeped over the pile. The train was at once slowed down, and one of my discoverers dragged me roughly and unceremoniously through the side door into the baggage-car, where the conductor, baggage-master, expressman, and a dummy were playing cards on an upturned trunk...
This trait of human character betrays itself, with as much force as it does anywhere, in college life. In a college like this, where the social side of our characters is cultivated to such an extent that we are often accused of neglecting more substantial elements, where it is particularly true that a man is known by the company he keeps, and where social position carries with it influence, -in a college like this we often meet with persons who openly depreciate what they inwardly esteem...
THERE is a tone of conviction in the foot-ball editorial of the last Record for which we have the deepest admiration. We have eyed it askance, from this side and that, until we feel that it were indeed vandalism to tamper with anything so sublime. We bow with grave deference to its author, the complaisant editor who chuckles with delight at seeing in print more than a column of his nicely turned, choicely worded, carefully revised manuscript. We recognize in him a brother member of the press who sits high aloft beyond the pale of criticism, and casts...