Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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Such are the titillating, fantastic words that concluded your editorial of December 3 entitled "Italian Paradoxes." The trouble with that exotic, damaging wind up is that the conclusion has been grounded on a groundless minor premise which somehow seems to have crept into many a superficial, unhistorical mind. Despite mischievous Machiavellian (Japanese) misrepresentations and overbubbling Senatorial sentimentalism, the plain, broad historical fact remains that Shantung, the cradle of Cathayan civilization, has stayed put as Chinese--and stood pat against alien intrusion, I will add--since time immemorial; and Chinese will it ever be without need of capturing, let alone...
...political organization, or as an industrial organization, which somehow could manage without "direct action," the One Big Union might be a successful organization with possibilities of unlimited power. As an organization whose chief functions would be to strike, the O. B. U. would have to possess more organizing ability than its leaders have yet shown if it would end in anything but disastrous failure...
...treated to a free and frantic demonstration of the quite exciting efficiency of the fire-fighters and hose-hoisters of Cambridge, who late forbade two successive smokers in the poor old Union. If the impact of final examinations or the discreet and tinder-dry celebration of Class Day should somehow cause spontaneous combustion hereabouts, we know that they will be at hand...
...Marne, the allied armies apparently unable to give any adequate resistance, civilization seemed very much in the balance. And Memorial Day took on a new significance. Instead of a time-honored function to commemorate the dead of the Civil and the Spanish Wars,--a memory of battles which somehow lacked reality to the generation of college men,--we were gathered in honor of men, some of whose faces we had known, men who had died fighting for a cause which had become to all of us the most intimate part of our lives...
...which the voice moves about the room,--we are convinced by it all until the voice begins to tell how he died and mentions life after death. In that instant the picture is man made; we feel it to be mere speculation and we are disappointed. But somehow Barrie wins us back; henceforth we do not believe that death is like this, yet before the play is over we are as interested as before...