Word: wondered
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...wing, and his store clothes on, he was immediately struck by the appearance of Asphyxia, and the only thing he could think of was the Rollo books which he had found a few years before in the Sunday School library of his native town, Saug Centre. He began to wonder if the young gentleman whom Mrs. De Sorosis had promised to introduce him to would wear pantalets, little white waists and velveteen coats, that being the costume Rollo was wont to appear in on Sundays at home...
...festive penny-a-liner of the Post, who delights in expatiating on the "bumptiousness" of college students, must lament over the present quiet and lamb-like behavior universally displayed by collegians. We pity the poor man and vainly wonder to what occupation he has turned his marked talents to gain a livelihood. He, alas, has missed one beautiful opportunity. We refer to the recent hazing affair at Trinity, which he suffered to pass by unnoticed, and at which he might have hurled, with great effect, the bolts of anathema from his elevated and important seat, and, by a vigorous...
Judging from the freedom with which some people hitch their horses in front of the entrances to our halls, we wonder they don't take the animals inside and stable them in the entries...
...every Harvard man of having the covers of all blank books for examination purposes colored blue. Blue, sir, the color of our rivals on many a gloomy field of war! Blue! the flaunting color of the base cravens who train and practise their fiendish arts at New Haven. Small wonder, say I, that so many yearly go down under the terrible ordeal of examination, with such heavy odds against them. Appalled by blueness as they commence their work, always surrounded by it, an odor and a tint of blueness in the air, must not the crimson, thus assailed, inevitably yield...
...Howe may properly invite the repentant, but not the unrepentant Magdalen or roue to her house. For our part, we acknowledge a shiver when we hear a presumably pure woman speak familiarly the name of Oscar Wilde. We know that there may be men in the company who will wonder whether she has read his foulest story ever put into English verse. Delicate lips do not like to repeat the name of a certain innocent but foulscented beast. Much more may they avoid the name of the author of `Charmides...