Jestingly

1918, E. Craigie Melville, “In Camp” in Poems from the Trenches, Somerville, Mass.: The Thistle Press, p. 18, Still I shall hate to leave you for the sake of those splendid nights When the long, hard day is over and Sergeant has douzed the lights, And we lie on those beds of straw that unfortunate Tommies get, And jestingly jolly each other as we smoke a last cig’rette;

[S]he flattered me, tickled me, stroaked me, groped me, frizled me, curled me, kissed me, embraced me, laid her Hands about my Neck, and now and then made jestingly, pretty little Horns above my Forehead: […]

This was spoken jestingly, but it appeared to her so just a picture of Mr. Darcy, that she would not trust herself with an answer; and, therefore, abruptly changing the conversation, talked on indifferent matters till they reached the parsonage.

Were you free to chuse, As jestingly I’ll put the supposition, Without a thought reflecting on your Katherine, What sort of woman would you make your choice?

As Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Katz of North Bergen, N. J., boarded the plane at Newark their daughter, Helene, 16 years old, jestingly commented on the dangers of air travel.

They heard her talking normally, even jestingly, with one of the aunts, and they admired her for her courage.