S. R. Crockett

S. R. Crockett

Summary

Portrait of S. R. Crockett S. R. Crockett The Stickit Minister's Wooing… (1900)

Gibby gazed rapturously on his friend's sleep, contemplating him, as once in the Latmian cave Diana gazed upon Endymion. He was proceeding to ink his friend's face preparatory to upsetting him on the floor, when he remembered the dress suit just in time to desist.
"Eel, you are a most infamous pest—can't you let a fellow alone? What in the world do you want now?"
Whereupon, with countenance of triple brass, Gibby entered into the question of the dress suit with subtlety and tact. There never was so good a chap as Kennedy, never one so generous.
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of S. R. Crockett S. R. Crockett The Stickit Minister's Wooing… (1900)

No one who ever studied under Dr. Simeon Galbraith will forget that gentle droning voice overhead, that full-orbed moon-like countenance, over which two smaller moons of beamy spectacle seemed to be in perpetual transit, and in especial he will remember that blessed word "Hermeneutics," of which (it is said) there was once one student who could remember the meaning. He died young, much respected by all who knew him.
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of S. R. Crockett S. R. Crockett The Stickit Minister's Wooing… (1900)

To how many medical students would you willingly entrust the application of one square inch of sticking-plaster to a cut finger, or the care of a half-guinea umbrella? What surgeon would you not, in an emergency, trust with all you hold dear? You may cherish preferences and even prejudices, but as a whole the repute of the profession is above cavil.
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature