Word: aloud
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Through empty dark streets in Cincinnati about 3 a. m. one night last week, a handful of pious folk hastened to North Presbyterian Church. Its lights blazed strangely, excitingly. Inside, in the pulpit, was Rev. Homer Campbell, reading aloud the beginning of the New Testament, the gospel of Matthew. After a time he let a parishioner mount the pulpit, take his place, continue the reading. Day broke, the morning brightened, more worshippers drifted in, and still the reading went on, through Mark, Luke and John, into Acts. Fresh readers spelled tired ones every ten minutes. The words...
...second day of his filibuster Senator Long appeared on the floor in a loose wing collar which gave his Adam's apple greater leeway. To waste time and get a rest, he sent a document to the clerk's desk to be read aloud but Senator Glass, determined to wear out his adversary, objected. Senator Long read it himself, slowly, lingering over each word. "Am I going too fast?" he impishly asked. The Senate was practically empty as he expatiated about decentralizing wealth, remonetizing silver, taxing capital...
...Board of Estimate pledged a $40,000,000 budget cut-half in salaries, half in other expenses-to bankers who had helped the city out of a hole. After the salary cut had been made, Mayor O'Brien began to muse aloud to the Press to the effect that the rest of the reduction was just a "hope" which did not bind the city and that increased revenue from bridge tolls would be "very appropriate." From such talk the impression was inescapable that Tammany was weaseling on its economy promises...
...elbow, I relished TIME'S report on Technocracy. . . . Aside from being informative, the article was TIME-worthy in another respect. Perhaps it was the amiable cocktail, but when I came to the word "obfuscated." I smiled. And when, in the same paragraph, I reached "rodomontade," I chuckled aloud...
...Marta, Pauline and Russ move about on their gentle junkets they reminisce constantly, sometimes aloud but more often, more fully, to themselves. Gradually tortuously, the anxious reader discovers their histories. All have come from poor beginnings to comparative success. All of them have been unhappily married. All of them are enough wiser than they were to be able to philosophize about it. And at the end Marta goes back to her comic strip, Russ to his job and the doctor's sentence hanging over him, Pauline to the thought of her dead children and the possibility of once again...