Word: clang
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...machines probably never will be converted. (Studebaker calculated that of its 3,000 peacetime machine tools, only 64 could be used for war work.) For the efficiency of the motor industry has relied on tools that performed complete functions such as stamping out great sections of an automobile body, Clang! at one stroke...
...book begins with the clang of a cell door closing in a GPU prison. It ends with a shot in the back of the head in a murky passageway of the prison cellar. It moves with the speed, directness, precision and some of the impact of a bullet. More plausibly than any other book yet written, fiction or nonfiction, it gives the answer to one of history's great riddles: Why do Russians confess...
...home, Canajoharie in New York's Mohawk Valley, a model town without looking like it, gave it an art museum and a library, put boxes of flowers on the village's lampposts (an idea he picked up in Hungary). In the old days before the clatter-clang of modern machinery, he hired a pianist to relieve the workers' tedium. Last year, on top of above-average wages, the company set aside $466,249 for its employes (including old-age benefits and a Christmas bonus of $3 times the years of an employe's service). But this...
...from the clang of trolleys and the roar of traffic, covered by a wilderness of dormitories lies the heart of Harvard, the Yard. Though trailblazer Daniel Boone might have been able to find his way in and out of this architectural forest, a city-bred Freshman picking his way between the forbidding Grays and the frowning Matthews, perhaps too shy to ask directions, finds the feat a tough one. For him the Yard is a bewildering maze. Many of the buildings have no nameplates...
...first clang of the alarm all this social club atmosphere ends. Men slide down the poles, jump into their night bitches (a one-piece outfit of boots, pants, and suspenders), run for the engines, and are speeding away with screaming sirens in less than a minute. The visitor, impressed by the leisure of the station, often forgets this other part of the fireman's life: the midnight alarm, the race through crowded or icy streets, and the calm heroism obscured by heavy smoke. He forgets that there are always a couple of the men doing their loafing in the Cambridge...