Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...here is that all debts honorably acquired in providing for the necessities of athletic teams should be paid ungrudgingly, especially when a man has worked so hard and faithfully in bringing victory to a class whose enthusiasm, so intense at first, now seems to be ending in a feeble cloud of smoke. Up to the present time, the career of '91 has given promise of a brilliant future, but if its idea of showing appreciation for athletic victories is to repudiate its debts, it need not be surprised to fine a lack of vigor and energy in the work...
...McPherson, '89, umpired very impartially and satisfactorily except in one or two decisions on bases, where the cloud of dust raised by a slide made a quick decision impossible. The score...
...eight, on heavy hitting; score, 19 to 18 in favor of Lowell. Lowell finds a goose-egg in the sixth, and Harvard scores two runs amid such "deafening applause" that the umpire calls for silence; score, 20 to 19 in favor of Harvard. "Ether-rending applause, and sun-darkening cloud of flying beavers." Lowell scores two runs and Harvard five; score, 25 to 21. In this inning "man or carriage in Jarvis street muffs foul badly off Smith; seeing which, Smith begins a series of fouls, one of which drops the ball in a swamp and renders necessary...
...Each notion must be a part of the federation of the world. Each age in history must be conscious of all human history in whose embrace it is held, and of the vast eternity in which all the history of this world is all the time living, as a cloud swims in the limitless sky. The christian in the church, the citizen in the State, the institution in the Commonwealth. Everywhere you have the principle of elemental life, the principle that every life, except the greatest lives in its element, the particle in the universal, the eternal in the eternal...
These are our halcyon days. There is no doubt about it. But why can't we appreciate the fact? Somehow, we feel something hanging over us intervening between us and summer, and vaguely realize this to be the dark, thunder-cloud of the finals. Then, we don't fully appreciate our college life, for thinking of what is before us in after life. Yet all the time, we know that we are leading a mighty pleasant existence. Well, we may as well make up our minds to it, we shall always have something disagreeable mixed in with the agreeable...