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At a recent book auction in London a copy of Boccaccio sold for pound940.

"Visszaterve tehat kundulasi pontunkra, csak azt tartjuk halas es sikerrel biztato eljarasnak, mely eszmeivel nem brillirozni akar, hanem a letezo viszonyokat osmerve es szamba veve, azok javitasan faradozik." Which is to say an extreme frigidity generally prevails.

The second day's session of the Zeta Psi Fraternity was held at Syracuse, Thursday, with about 175 members present. The convention adjourned to meet at Boston, Jan. 4 and 5, 1883. The following are the officers of the grand chapter for the ensuing year: Augustus Van Wyck of New York, Edwin N. Benson of Philadelphia, S. A. Chapin of San Francisco, D. Cady Gere of Syracuse, Charles B. Everson of Syracuse and E. A. Duryea of Brooklyn.

That the Greek play at Harvard was a great success was well proven at the time of its production both by the public and the press throughout the country. The New York Times, however, seems to think that enough glory has fallen upon it, and, in a review of Mr. Norman's book, says: "The actors in the 'AEdipus Tyrannus' played at Harvard barely escaped the ridiculous on more than one occasion; perhaps it was more due to the serious nature of the audience than to the lack of comical incidents and situations. The play was, however, excellently put on the stage and very well sung and acted; all that was needed afterward was to continue the system, varying the play, and giving both Boston and the university the benefit of as near an approach to the real Greek thing as we can manage to effect. Instead of this there has been nothing but cackling over the one egg. A fine egg it is, a large egg, meaty and of a high polish. But we have heard enough about it. To some people the play erred on the side of elaboration; it was a case of amateurship assuming the professional garb; it would have been even better if it had not called together so many people and had cost less. Mr. Norman's book carries on the questionable side of the Harvard play into something very like pretentiousness and advertisement. The photographs of the performers are quite as ridiculous as those of the ordinary amateur who has made a "hit" in private theatricals, and, what is worse, these young men have been posed with all the horrible skill, the exquisite bad taste, of a fashionable photographer."

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