Word: teas
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...always hit at the Index Niagarensis, as it is the butt of every little high-school journal. A very "cambric tea" article, radiant with "blushing morn," "scarlet horizon," the welcoming of days "rousing sweet melancholy" in "the lymphatic and phlegmatic natures among us," gives us a feeling of sleepiness truly irresistible. We will not tell how "sanguine and choleric blood is bluishly affected," or relate the touching apostrophe to "Ontario not as yet loosened from the embrace of her frozen foe," but we ought to say that "Richard and his horse" is made to do good service. A tolling bell...
...other hand, would it preclude ale, and perhaps claret, from men of moderate means. Dinner could be served in Memorial Hall for the whole College, and supper either furnished in the same manner as breakfast, or, if preferred, a man could prepare his own tea, toast...
...United States again provided the regatta is held on Saratoga Lake. This in itself would seem to be conclusive testimony as to the merits of the course. The writer of the article, "Regatta Course," lays great stress on the fact that the only steamer in Saratoga is a "little tea-pot," similar to the one used at Springfield, and which, according to him, is incapable of keeping up with the crews; while at New London plenty of steamboats could be chartered to follow the contesting crews...
...truth is, that the tea-pot, with proper fuel, can attain a sufficient rate of speed to hold its own with the boats. Moreover, the Saratoga Club has promised to make good any deficiency which may exist in regard to facilities for Reporters and Judges. The race may be rowed towards the city, and therefore the finish will not be more than half an hour's walk from the hotels, while for those who wish to ride, great facilities will be offered. Another point is, that the Saratoga Club would arrange the details of the race, and then there would...
...RANDALL,Sec. C. T. Co.OUR friend Skiapous, on his late pedestrian tour through the White Mountains, stopped at a wayside inn for a frugal meal, - something "light" before retiring. Having toyed with three beefsteaks, two mutton-chops, fried potatoes, two cups of tea, two glasses of milk, some cold meat, an omelet, hot biscuits innumerable, a mound of griddle-cakes, and the usual "fixins," he called for four toothpicks, and was about to leave the table; but the polite head-waiter begged him to remain because they had got a yoke of oxen barbecuing for him in the back-yard...