Word: sure
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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They were not quite comfortable. Thwait wished for the absence of Jones and Plimpkin. They wished for the same. None was at all sure of himself. Secton men are not heroes. Why should they be? This was a situation. It needed a hero...
...walk with none of them, yet one whose personal charm and living quality will become with each succeeding year less a tangible memory of living flesh and blood. It is safe to say that time will add to the lustre and the glory of his fame. It is equally sure that as a personal character, Dr. Eliot will from this day on become less real. It is largely a question of shadows...
...fact that if the subject interests them. American undergraduates want to participate in the discussion on it. They will not do this however, if the discussion has nay formal aspects; they require a free, informal atmosphere. It may be that forums will fill their needs. It seems sure that discussions with an arbitrary distinction between the speakers and listeners, such as public debate entails, will not furnish the outlet. Cornell Daily...
...take the floor Friday: Leekley and Dorn, forwards; Green, center; and Captain Malick and Barbee, guards. Slocum, a promising forward, has lately, been nursing an injured foot, which will probably keep him out of the first game. Coombs, a quard, and Lane, centre, are two men who are practically sure to get into the contest at sometime on Friday...
Near Menominee, Mich., one Oscar Lebouf sighted through underbrush, squeezed his rifle-trigger, went crashing through the bushes after his bullet. Still twitching on the ground lay a buck deer. "Sapristi!" muttered Mr. Lebouf. "She sure ees one fine head of horns. By gar, I feex him, queeck!" Forgetting his gun he fumbled in his pocket for his shipping license, whipped it out, tied it to a horn. "Sac' bleu, no man can come an' take heem now," whispered Mr. Lebouf. He proudly examined the body to see where' his bullet had struck. Tickled back to consciousness...