The Harvard Echo, Bindi 3

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Students of Harvard College, 1880
Daily newspaper published by undergraduates at Harvard College.
 

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Síða 7 - Evolution is a change from an indefinite, incoherent homogeneity to a definite, coherent heterogeneity, through continuous differentiations and integrations...
Síða 11 - ONE morning when Spring was in her teens — A morn to a poet's wishing, All tinted in delicate pinks and greens — Miss Bessie and I went fishing. I in my rough and easy clothes, With my face at the sun-tan's mercy; She with her hat tipped down to her nose, And her nose tipped — vice versa.
Síða 15 - Watches, in 18 carat gold hunting cases, at One Hundred Dollars each. They are carefully finished in every particular, adjusted to heat and cold, and are confidently guaranteed as the best value for the money attained in a watch.
Síða 9 - This comet was so horrible and dreadful, and engendered such terror in the minds of men, that they died, some from fear alone, others from illness engendered by fear. It was of immense length and blood-red colour ; at its head was seen the figure of a curved arm, holding a large sword in the hand as if preparing to strike. At the point of this sword were three stars ; and on either side a number of axes, knives, and swords covered with blood, amongst which were many hideous human faces with bristling...
Síða 10 - Here, With my beer I sit, While golden moments flit : Alas! They pass Unheeded by: And, as they fly, I. Being dry, Sit, idly sipping here My beer.
Síða 50 - The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear, To test Lothario's passion, simply said : " Forego the weed before we go to wed. For smoke take flame ; I'll be that flame's bright fanner : To have your Anna, give up your Havana.
Síða 35 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Síða 8 - The undiscovered ace-full, to whose strength Such hands must bow, puzzles the will, And makes us rather keep the chips we have Than be curious about the hands we know not of.

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