Word: ardor
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...filled by '86 men. The team will play two exhibition games before the first championship match, which is with Columbia. The game is growing in popularity at Princeton, although its merits are not appreciated by the mass of the college. The freshman class are taking to practice with some ardor. The team is crippled by the loss of Edwards, '85, who plays first base and exchange pitcher on the nine. Hewitt, '83, who has always played an excellent cover-point on the twelve, is at present laid up, and probably will not be able to play this season...
...complaint, but in view of a recent performance at Yale, it may be doubted whether a moderate indifference in such matters is not, on the whole, better than the other extreme. The Yale sophomores endeavored to elect their class orator at a class meeting recently, but owing to the ardor of one or two of the candidates and their supporters, were unable for some time to make a choice. On the first ballot it was found that the number of votes cast exceeded the number of men in the class. New ballots were ordered, and finally on the sixth trial...
...breathless interest with which the entrance of any procession on the stage is now greeted? Perhaps it is the solemnity, the grandeur of a marching host in the background, who wend their stately way along the boards with a polka-mazurka step, each man puffing his chest with martial ardor, and grinning as his Darwinian ancestors did when skipping playfully among the tree-tops. The ease of their postures, the classic, statuesque grace of their attitudes, with head on one side, mouth stretched from ear to ear, and arms akimbo, never fail and never can fail to elicit deafening plaudits...
When the Princeton man caught the ball Hull of Yale choked him with great ardor. Other Princeton men and other Yale men came up and took a hand in it, and the impulse of the moment, changing sides, affected a Princeton man, who slugged a Yale man in the eye. The Yale man, after a few words, sat up, rubbed his eye, got on his feet and resumed the game. He seemed to cherish no resentment...
...representative of Western colleges of mediocre stamp, as the Review would seem to wish to have us do. That would be manifestly absurd, and we refuse to be cajoled into such a course, even by the staid Review. The Review treats of this whole question with so much patriotic ardor and industry and so much native vigor of style, that we are, after all, inclined to admire its work, even though it be done at our own expense. Such force and intelligence as the Review often displays, will go far to advance outside opinion of the intellectual condition...