Stevens Institute of Technology - Link Yearbook (Hoboken, NJ)

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Tide BOCCLENI RIC. 113 of the difficult figure of alliteration—‘‘ were sauntering arm in arm along the pebbly footpath that connected Hotel Weidemayer with the placid river which served as a sewer for the hotel and adjacent village. They were going for a row. ‘Evangeline,’ said he——” Well, what add he say? SSE PT nga Dy - . ? . - = '

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112 LAS RCCL IN TRG Dogmatics.” ‘I have learned that the proper attitude of the teacher toward the taught is, not to “care a pin for the opinions” of the latter. I have spent one day with the “Merchant of Venice,” extracted a little bogus philosophy from an “Essay on Man,” casually glanced at the true history of creation as given by Milton, and have painfully paid a pious pilgrimage to Canterbury in company with a Parson and a number of other ancient individuals. In short, you must perceive how overflowing are the storehouses of my mind, and how perfectly prepared I am to drive an author’s quill. God bless me! if I haven’t forgotten that I am writing a story. And here is the patient reader all this time, waiting for me to proceed, while I have been maundering on with my conceited gossip. Never fear, reader. I shall find my tale in a moment and then you shall have it complete, though I humbly apologize for the delay. But you see how it happened—while I was gossiping, my story wan- dered off into space (with a velocity proportional to the square of the time, no doubt) and I may have some trouble in finding it again Ah, I have it, by Jove! and quickly found, too. “Oh, heavepS! I am dying! save me!” she cried. . “Roderick bent over her, gave one long last look into her lustrous lying eyes, which he loved 0° 9 well, albeit he knew their deceit, and placing the weapon to his temple, fired Wuat’s THIs? Can it be that my story begins in murder and suicide? Am I, a mild and peace-loving — student, involved in crime? What would mother say? Who can predict what will happen next? For aught I know, my tale may lead me to the gallows. But, I say, reader, this must be the conclusion—as true as you live I have begun at the wrong end. Well, well, who would have thought it! I have been told é that I was absent-minded and now I believe it. It is of no consequence, however; we can shift the story ) round and commence again; and besides, in that case, we shall not be forced to attend Roderick to his I, post-mortem. Poor wretch! even death affords him no relief from an examination. . “On a calm summer day in the merry month of May, a young man and maiden, obviously lovers, | 3) ——” evidently this is the degimmimg. Contrast it, if you choose, with the sad end; and note the skillful use

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114 THE LCOLNIBIC, Von Gr-pn-r. ‘‘Americanus ) he Re ia. sum.” ‘ Nature A-m-r. ‘Well! it is a cap, isn’t it?’ nade juttone. and re broke the mould in which he was cast.” ‘k= B- -rs. Was presumably born —F twins. H-m-l-n, ‘Mr. Chairman, I don’t think that is parlia- ° mentary!” | B-nn-tt. ‘Vo ffou, und wim !” | H-ll. (N. B.—This word is not D-uz-g-r. The Faculty’s reserve as bad as it looks.) “ Honi | corps. Author of ‘The Pro- soit qui mal y pense.”’ fessor’s Guide,” ‘‘A few Words to Instructors,” etc., etc. | H-ll-r. ‘ Kezwratri uckzwus- | Eb-n. ‘Never mind, per- etzknt ti haps he may grow.”