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| Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, Our Year: A Child’s Book, in Verse and Prose, Illustrated by Clarence Dobell (Leipzig: Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1860), 200. |
Showing posts with label bromance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bromance. Show all posts
Friday, December 29, 2017
Slide, Slide the Ice Is Strong (1860)
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Then Every Man Began / to Foot It Round about / and Every Girl Did Jet It, Jet It, / Jet It in and out (1882)
Saturday, November 28, 2015
The Kestrel, On Board Which the Reader Will in Imagination Transport Himself, Was a Very Handsomely-Built Craft (1863)
Friday, November 27, 2015
“Well, Well, Boys!” Thomas Brackett, Immaculate in Dinner Clothes, Stood Regarding Them from the Doorway. Tommy’s Manner Was Always Elderly and Superior When He Found Them Rough-Housing. He Invariably Fled from a Rough-House, Especially on a Hot Night, as He Would from the Breath of Scandal. (1914)
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
His Dress Is Just Sufficiently Suggestive of His “Dandy” Inclinations and Serves to Remind Us of the Appropriateness of His Sobriquet, “Beauty Steele,” in Spite of the Fact That He Was Not Handsome in Feature (1907)
Monday, November 23, 2015
If I Am Not Strong Enough to Leave This Place in a Few Days, I Shall Never Leave It at All (1866)
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Been Dancin’ at All? (1892)
Friday, November 20, 2015
“Why Should We Watch Out for Frenchies?” Demanded Stanley, in Another Effort to Assert His Manhood (1912)
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Rather a Gorgeous Bluff, Eh, Skipper? (1898)
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Fred [Seated] Was Consumed with Envy. In Comparison with This Ingenious Narrative How Prosaic and Commonplace Became His Own Plans to Rid Himself of Accusing Garments and Explain His Nakedness (1912)
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Monday, November 9, 2015
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
“You Are a Good Chap to Bring Me Such a Letter,” He Said (1897)
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
Here We Knelt among the Broken Fragments of Ice and Bathed Our Faces and Hands (1898)
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
“Now the Enemy Is Fairly Repulsed. Let Us Move out of Our Intrenchments, and Give the Dead Sepulture,” He Said Quite Manfully (1875)
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