Word: squeamish
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After being balked in this one instance the writer set out to find out what other books were on the "Index Expurgatorius." His investigations disclosed first of all the works of Boccaccio. In this regard the writer says "The policy framed by the maidenly fears of squeamish old tabby cats has reduced Boccaccio to the position in the undergraduate mind of a pleasantly indecent myth...
...mind. Yale's victory over the Tigers has helped the Harvard mental attitude rather than hurting it. The feeling among the players is that a close battle is certain, and that a Harvard victory is very, very far from impossible. "The policy framed by the maidenly fears of squeamish old tabby cats has reduced Boccaccio to the position in the undergraduate mind of a pleasantly indecent myth...
...peaceful friends are, I am afraid, forgetful that had their spiritual ancesters been as squeamish as themselves they would have all been quietly and efficiently incinerated, and thereby, deprived of progeny whether of the flesh or of the intellect. Had, there been no Gustavus Adolphus, we should not now possess the ineathnable blessings of Methodism. Hgit Whitney...
...author, W. J. Turner, seems to seek the allegorical representation of the idea that only an outcast deserted by the squeamish mob, can be true to his own greatness. But he has smothered it in stale epigrams...
...wearing base-ball suits into Memorial Hall, though rapidly growing in favor among certain students, is not one that recommends itself for universal adoption. We admit that we have never belonged to a base-ball nine, that we are prejudiced, and that we perhaps even deserve to be called squeamish, but still we cannot help objecting to the practice. From an aesthetic point of view blouses of gray trimmed with crimson are not beautiful, and we have been told that one of the advantages gained by boarding in Memorial Hall is the refinement given by the artistic surroundings. Our second...