Word: seeringly
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This ancient, able, angular seer of baseball, who shares managerial honors with John J. McGraw of the New York Giants, led his Philadelphia club to its first American League pennant in 1902. He repeated the feat in 1905, 1910, 1911, 1913, 1914. At the conclusion of the 1914 campaign, he found that his winning habits had had a deadening, unprofitable effect on his public. Philadelphians were sure that Mack's team would win; were spending their money to witness sports in which the element of chance was more noticeable...
...over the seas, from hundreds of whalemen's lookouts, perched as high in the air; but from few of those lungs could that accustomed old cry have derived such a marvelous cadence as from Tashtego the Indian's. . . . You would have thought him some prophet or seer beholding the shadows of Fate...
...childhood is a crystal ball wherein the seer discovers an im- placable inferiority feeling fastened upon the sensitive orphan son of an itinerant actress and a disinherited Baltimore mooncalf. The child was sheltered, not adopted, by hardheaded John Allan of Richmond. He was insecure in a town of lordly livers. And what went deeper, at home and at school his mother's calling was made his shame. Psychoanalysis calls his loyal passion for her dead purity a "fixation." Another woman once laid a kind hand upon his head, and upon her too he "fixed" after her death...
Despite occasional lapses into quiescence, the species juvenilia continues to justify its Wordsworthian epithet of "mighty prophets, seer blest". Vibrations of exotic metre have scarcely died away in a certain quarter of Brooklyn when the evangelical eloquence of twelve year old Uldine Utley presages a great western spiritual movement. For Uldine, according to her biographer in the American Magazine, is the California child that has moved ten thousand men to lead better lives...
...taken for what is technically known to the habitues of the race track as a ride last week. My record as a seer, hitherto 100 per cent perfect, was dealt a crushing blow 'When the last tick of the telegraph told me that Pennsylvania had beaten Yale, I, though I am a real man's man, sat down and wept like a child. For I, the ne plus ultra forecaster (pretty erudite, that) had missed. I had broken faith with my public. Such are life's tragedies...