Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...good specimen of the Monthly; not astonishing in any way, but well up to the high standard of the paper. There is no contribution that is not well written, no contribution that makes one feel that the editors were short of material and had to fill up somehow. It is frankly undergraduate, frankly literary, devoid of pretensiousness and and affectation, entirely normal and sane. Undergraduate publications are apt to be either trivial and careless or else over serious, too much impressed with their splendid mission. Both these pitfalls the Monthly successfully avoids...
...Arabian Night" in three acts and ten scenes, Mr. Knoblauch's play gives us a day in the life of Hajj, the Beggar; from his post before the Mosque of the Carpenters in Bagdad, this scheming, yet somehow lovable, mendicant rises to be friend to Wazir Caliph, and drinks deep of the joys of life, and of its sorrows, too, and at the end of the twenty-four hours is found again on the steps of the Mosque, the old cry on his lips: "Alms, for the love of Allah...
...rhetoric and coherence suffer, and he fails to attain the standard of the Illustrated, as set forth by Mr. Hamlin in the "Need of Attachment," "the ability to think clearly, to write very decently, and to work efficiently enough not to need to hustle." It is good (and somehow amusing) to know that "atheists, agnostics, or others taking philosophy courses are always welcomed" at "the Association meetings (like the mid-week meetings of the St. Paul's Society)"; but he is indeed hardened who does not experience a genuine shock when he finds Episcopalians and members of "smaller organizations, like...
...never feels he understands the people; one does not feel sure they understand each other. The author has so refined them that they are no longer the plain human sort one knows. Besides, they so seldom do anything worth while. They talk, not always brilliantly, and fade away somehow in whispers and twilight. They make one long for blood and lust even to melodrama...
...Heart," by Arthur Wilson--the tale of a romantic simpleton in a laundry and the undergraduate, not too shadowy to leave an impression of a hopeless cad. The story is told wholly from the girl's point of view; the man seems meant to be what he is, but somehow the tragedy of it all, in spite of some telling bits, fails to make the impression its elements should have commanded. "Do You Remember?"--a fishing story by M.H. Spear--accomplishes more successfully what it set out to do. In "The Silver Image" J. Donald Adams tells with some effectiveness...