The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, 1–3 tomaiBy the Editors, 1848 |
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... the door opened and in stalked the remaining members of the edi- torial corps . After Sampson Brass had whistled out his tune , Ichabod balanced himself judiciously on one leg of his chair , and 1848. ] 63 EDITORS ' TABLE .
... the door opened and in stalked the remaining members of the edi- torial corps . After Sampson Brass had whistled out his tune , Ichabod balanced himself judiciously on one leg of his chair , and 1848. ] 63 EDITORS ' TABLE .
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... Ichabod , " just remember , Zool- ogy at five . " 66 Zoology be blowed , " responded the Great Unknown . 66 " Let's do this first . " Duty before pleasure , you know . " Exactly " quoth Nestor . The chairman now brought to light , a ...
... Ichabod , " just remember , Zool- ogy at five . " 66 Zoology be blowed , " responded the Great Unknown . 66 " Let's do this first . " Duty before pleasure , you know . " Exactly " quoth Nestor . The chairman now brought to light , a ...
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... Ichabod , “ but I think we should publish it . " Anything else ? " asked Quilp . " The Birth of Time , " said the chairman . " Let it be read , " quoth Ichabod , " it may be of practical use to us when in want of " I should be very glad ...
... Ichabod , “ but I think we should publish it . " Anything else ? " asked Quilp . " The Birth of Time , " said the chairman . " Let it be read , " quoth Ichabod , " it may be of practical use to us when in want of " I should be very glad ...
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... Ichabod , " its your prerogative to begin it . " The little man frown- ed once , and then said : " Here's to you from Coleridge , ' I love my love and my love loves me . ' ' ' " E - Zounds , " said Brass , " what verse begins with E ? I ...
... Ichabod , " its your prerogative to begin it . " The little man frown- ed once , and then said : " Here's to you from Coleridge , ' I love my love and my love loves me . ' ' ' " E - Zounds , " said Brass , " what verse begins with E ? I ...
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... Ichabod ; and thereupon , while the Great Unknown was quietly sleeping in Quilp's easy chair , Brass , Nes- tor and Ichabod - exeunt . TO CORRESPONDENTS . " Hal " and are informed that their pieces are under consideration . " Fragments ...
... Ichabod ; and thereupon , while the Great Unknown was quietly sleeping in Quilp's easy chair , Brass , Nes- tor and Ichabod - exeunt . TO CORRESPONDENTS . " Hal " and are informed that their pieces are under consideration . " Fragments ...
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