Word: toward
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Daily errs in its supposition that selection of an outside man to govern the refereeing in this one game is in any way an indication of a conference spirit. The plan is, if properly analyzed, in exact coordination with the objectives of football reform and is therefore antipathetic toward anything which would tend to increase the importance of intercollegiate football, already a giant in all parts of the country, as opposed to intramural...
...Wister's proposal lies in the significance of the Board and the part it plays in all phases of Harvard life. As the dominating group influence in the government of the University its roll should include men geographically representative; this can be done, and the recent tendency toward that end should suffer no intervention. There is in this theory and in the notations of Mr. Batchelder's letter no need of sacrificing either the merit or the competency of the Board...
...decide whether or no a moderate interest in things intellectual might not be developed into a genuine appreciation, or, on the other hand, a seemingly scholarly bent may be only transient. If Dr. Faunce's test could ever be satisfactorily applied it would certainly go a long way toward solving a problem, but it would seem, at first sight, to be more useful as a recapitulatory for a college graduate than as an index for an entrant. Where the latter could profit by it, only the former can, well apply...
Victory today will go a long way toward determining Harvard's right to the mythical baseball championship crown of the eastern colleges. Through its defeat by Holy Cross, Georgetown's claim to the laurels will be no stronger than the University's, and if Barbee and his mates succeed in topping the visitors this afternoon, Harvard will unquestionably rank above the Blue and Gray, always a powerful contender for Eastern honors...
...woman edged through the crowd unnoticed, holding a small revolver between her cupped hands which she extended toward Il Duce, as though in adoring supplication. Taking careful, point-blank aim she pulled the trigger; but at that same instant a band struck up the Fascist hymn "Giovinezza," and Signor Mussolini threw back his head proudly to listen. The bullet sped, but not into his brain. He had thrown back his head far enough so that the leaden slug only clipped an atom of flesh from the tip of his nose...