Dots
Dublin Core
Title
Dots
Creator
[Unknown]
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
May 1877
Contributor
Abbey Williams, Peter Royal
Rights
Permission to publish images from The Gray Jacket must be obtained from Special Collections, Virginia Tech.
Format
Text
Language
English
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.2, no.7 (May 1877), p.3
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Blacksburg has two dozen street lamps, we have seen them lit once since the first of April. But for Mayor Henderson's motto:
"Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re," and a consequent fear of his august, law-learned council, fain would we re-echo the bassic snort of the "War Horse," or the shrill screech of the "Crane" in one loud and hearty cry of BUST.
"Look here, where are diamonds made anyhow?" was the lapses linguae of well-not a tad-pole.
Mr. J. W. Peterman, of Roanoke College, formerly of the V. A. M. C., is teaching a writing class in college. He is the right man, doing a right work, in the right place. We especially recommend him to some of our correspondents, may they win the medal for improvement which he gives: there is room to advance.
Still we move onward, for our enterprising friend Deyerle has invented a velocipede, rather than that we should be dragged onward. Dr. Conway has patened a safety stirrup.
The fellow that played the joke in the Chapel, had better lay low, for when found out, no matter if be is a Minor, he will find a Martinet when Shepherd-like he Carrols down some Bogyy-Lane, preparatory to drawing his contingent.
"Phugh! how can you stand it,gentlemen?"
We learn that one yonng[sic] lady has
preserved her copy of THE GRAY JACKET in alcohol: this is indeed a compliment. But why tempt the weak thing further? 'Tis already four sheets in the wind.
"Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re," and a consequent fear of his august, law-learned council, fain would we re-echo the bassic snort of the "War Horse," or the shrill screech of the "Crane" in one loud and hearty cry of BUST.
"Look here, where are diamonds made anyhow?" was the lapses linguae of well-not a tad-pole.
Mr. J. W. Peterman, of Roanoke College, formerly of the V. A. M. C., is teaching a writing class in college. He is the right man, doing a right work, in the right place. We especially recommend him to some of our correspondents, may they win the medal for improvement which he gives: there is room to advance.
Still we move onward, for our enterprising friend Deyerle has invented a velocipede, rather than that we should be dragged onward. Dr. Conway has patened a safety stirrup.
The fellow that played the joke in the Chapel, had better lay low, for when found out, no matter if be is a Minor, he will find a Martinet when Shepherd-like he Carrols down some Bogyy-Lane, preparatory to drawing his contingent.
"Phugh! how can you stand it,gentlemen?"
We learn that one yonng[sic] lady has
preserved her copy of THE GRAY JACKET in alcohol: this is indeed a compliment. But why tempt the weak thing further? 'Tis already four sheets in the wind.