Word: spokes
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...general kind. Various objections were made to an acceptance, the principal one being that Yale had no preparation or chance to train that would warrant meeting Harvard at present. President Cuyler of the athletic association, Storrs of the university crew, and Badger of the base-ball team, spoke in opposition, and it was voted unanimously not to accept. That the college athletic standard may be raised, it was voted to have class games in the spring as a preliminary to the general athletic games, the president of the association to have their direction...
...Prince of Wales, at a meeting lately held in Westminster Abbey to consider the scheme for a monument to Dean Stanley, after alluding to the dean as his teacher at the University of Oxford and as a friend, spoke in complimentary terms of our minister, Prof. Lowell, and of the cordial reception Dean Stanley had met in America...
There was an awkward pause. Miss Baddone was blushing deeply. She never spoke out quite so openly as that in any of her books. She felt that she ought to be indignant; and so, after mature deliberation, she fixed her eyes meaningly upon Mr. Reade's manuscript and frowned. Then when she had drawn upon herself the attention of the entire assembly, she left the room with an air of offended dignity which became her exceedingly well. Mr. Algernon C. Swansdown moved restlessly in his seat. "If that's not nice enough for her, it certainly just suits...
...aside, nervously]. - I'd like to know how the deuce I'm going to begin. Why, what am I thinking of? [Pulls forth a voluminous roll from his pocket.] Here are the "few essential requisites" mother spoke about. I'll fire away at once. Let me see - ah! [to Miss C., but without raising his eyes] - are you married...
...beneath that depth of dark-brown hair there are some terrific uprisings of combativeness. That nose, too, just the least bit on the ascendency, bespeaks a fond relish for logomachy; it starts up just a little as if it sniffed the air for scents of strife and combat." Thus spoke my reflective, phrenological self. But my unphrenological, my natural self, exclaimed, "By the six consumptive sons of my goodie, this girl has a pretty face! Wonderfully pretty!" And my poetic heart burst forth into spontaneous verse, and sang low and softly to itself...