Word: buzzed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...find a similar business woman in the U. S. one must search out pretty, audacious Miss Peggy Cleary of Manhattan (TIME, April 2), the spinster-stockholder who bid $375,000, last fortnight, in an effort to obtain a seat on the New York Stock Exchange. In Amsterdam the buzz of tickers ceased to have meaning, last week, for Mevrouw Van Eeghen. Removed to a hospital, she lay at first unconscious, and later sphinxlike by advice of her attorneys. Her husband, forgotten by the press, had been a rich, respected rubber merchant of the firm of Matthes & Bormeester...
Eliza has made her precarious way across the ice, strewing her wake with the pillows that gave her the necessary embonpoint. The buzz-saw has ceased to hack at the disheveled hair of the fainted heroine, and the villain, with a furious gesture, has gone to meet his Maker. Gone are the thrillers and the tragedies and mysteries that held audiences tense for every moment of their diurnal span. Gone indeed, but the tradition seems to linger...
...Washington was like a village on the eve of a barn dance. Guests bustled and bundled into town on every train.. There was a buzz of greetings, a helter-skelter of calls, a busy matching and arranging of programs. The White House received an ample quota of the more dis- tinguished guests as callers. The Administration, a thoroughgoing host, prepared all for the opening of the 70th Congress. To the White House came...
...furious convicts turned their attention to Guard Charles Gorhanson, who was trying to drag out the dying Singleton. Pricking his back with their knives, they made Gorhanson buzz to the switchboard guard the signal for opening the cellhouse. Guard Gorhanson buzzed long and angrily. The switchboard man guessed something was wrong and slammed the door shut...
...Carnegie once more, President Coolidge finished on a note especially pitched for Pittsburgh. "There are still some," he said, "who sit apart, who do not see,, who cannot understand. To them our industrial life is the apotheosis of selfishness. They cannot realize that the rattle of the reaper, the buzz of the saw, the clang of the anvil, the roar of traffic are all part of a mighty symphony, not only of material but of spiritual progress. Out of them the nation is supporting its religious institutions, endowing its colleges, providing its charities, furnishing adornments of architecture, rearing its monuments...