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...tried to imagine the blood spurting out over it. But I discovered that I was endeavoring to pun upon the word. I was feeling particularly well pleased with "reaction," when my thoughts took another turn, and I began to wonder why it was that I was able to think at all. Or was it that this small power of speculation still clung to the head, even when severed from the trunk; that the ghosts, as it were, of former senses, loath to depart, still hovered about me? And it diverted me that the faculty for punning should...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ? | 4/23/1880 | See Source »

...Oxford Sports, Mr. B. R. Wise, Queen's, ran a mile in 4 min 27 2-5 sees., or about 10 seconds better than the best American amateur record. There is no reason whatsoever for the English records to surpass ours thus, except that the Englishmen think of competing in time to allow themselves due preparation, and it is sincerely to be hoped that our own Intercollegiate this year will prove that American colleges are not behind the English in the active interest taken in athletics...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SPORTING COLUMN. | 4/2/1880 | See Source »

...Think of the fame that will to us redound...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE RAPE OF THE BELL. | 4/2/1880 | See Source »

...beat a hasty retreat; but, upon perceiving my intention, the maiden, somewhat to my surprise, remarked, with more amiability than grammatical accuracy, "Wal, you ain't a-going, are you? Do I look dangerous?" Here was a nice opening for a pretty speech; but as I did not think it quite good taste to make a pretty speech upon such short acquaintance, I merely remarked, "No, you don't "(for she certainly did not), and, throwing down my rod and basket, seated myself on the grass at her feet. After a rather painful silence of a few moments, during which...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE STANDARD AT WELLESLEY. | 4/2/1880 | See Source »

...knew I could n't, so I replied nothing, and she went on. "S'pose you can read French, or think you can. I like that too. Got a French book here that's jest lovely." "Let me see it," said I, hopefully. It was the "Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau"! I had had enough; I said I had an engagement to dinner, and left, while she called after me, "Come round again some afternoon, - I'm' most always here fine days, - and we might have a row on the lake." I accepted the invitation" with pleasure," and departed from...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE STANDARD AT WELLESLEY. | 4/2/1880 | See Source »