Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...ultimate destiny of the Germanic Museum. Like the German "kultur" whence it sprang, the continuation of its raison d'etre is no longer desirable, unless, of course, we should decide to perpetuate the results of "kultur" in an up-to-date chamber of horrors. The problem of disposition must somehow be solved. At present it is but a monument of disputed architectural beauty, and of no practical benefit to its founders or to the University...
...reorganized forces of the Reds. We can picture the feelings of the Allied officers and men placed up there in the Russian winter, not to win a victory and crush the forces of the Bolsheviki--the Army is obviously too small for that--but to keep fighting somehow against perilous odds that the Allies might not be accused of passively accepting anarchy...
...been humbled by the Elis, and thus the curtain falls on the first year of war-time sport. Looking back over the seasons, the University can hardly rejoice over its record. We have been unfortunate in every sport but rowing and we have plenty of cause for disappointment. But somehow the idea of sport solely for the sake of winning has disappeared; the mania for victory left us at the outbreak...
...Somehow the cry of "On to Paris" has not the same terror as of yore; it is being more and more drowned out by the noise of new men and new guns steadily rolling eastward to the French front. Von Hindenberg's battle-cry is nevertheless worthy of consideration...
...reserve'--a sort of semirepose, after a month of hot work and strain, too. It is not that we sweat and slave greatly, but there somehow seems to be a nervous effort and tightening in driving under fire which takes it out of one physically. The result is that after our 'spells' of 24 or 48 hours we sink into lethargic repose until the next call. The days seem all alike--except that we are served 'chocolat' instead of black, sugarless coffee on Sunday mornings--and they slip by, unsung, into the tumbled yesterdays of 'a little while...