Word: clang
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...toward Taconite, Minn., for a load of iron ore, but the night was otherwise tranquil. Watchman Dennis Hale, 26, ended his tour of duty, had a snack in the galley and headed for his bunk. Six hours later, he was awakened by "two loud thumps," followed by the insistent clang of the emergency bell. Clad only in underwear and peacoat (he couldn't find his trousers), Hale sped topside-and gasped at what he saw. Lashed by a sudden, severe Great Lakes storm that kicked up 60-m.p.h. winds and 20-ft. waves, the ship was breaking...
Moreover, much of what irritates modern man is simply new noise traded in for old. The ear that flinches at the diesel blat of a bus might recoil as much from the clang-rattle-crash of the old trolley. The whine of rubber tires replaces the bang and screech of unsprung cartwheels on cobblestones; the backfire supplants the ringing hooves of dray horses...
...more than a dozen trolley museums. He can see the long, spring-mounted pole that held the round grooved wheel ^That's the trolley") against the overhead electric wire. He can see where the motorman stood, his foot on the button that rang the bell ("One clang for stopping, two for starting"). He will also learn, if he listens, that by 1918 the bobbed-hair and spats set had their pick of some 100,000 trolleys and 45,000 miles of track to take them out to the ball game or off to the amusement park, or even...
...Biddeford. Today, only eight cities in the U.S. and Canada still have Toonervilles* clang-clanging through the streets. But in odd meadows and on discarded old cross-country rails, U.S. trolley buffs have put some 300 relics back into mint condition and occasional service. The revival started in Maine back in 1939. For old times' sake, three Bostonians rode up to Biddeford one Fourth of July to be aboard the last run of the Biddeford & Saco Street Railroad's Car 31. At the end of the line, they spontaneously passed the hat among the passengers, added enough...
...typical because gambling, once considered a failing of the decadent aristocracy, has throughout Europe today become awesomely respectable, middle-class-and big. In Monaco, camera-toting tourists just off tour buses from Brussels and Amsterdam clutter up the Grand Casino, while serious Monégasque students of chance clang away at the one-armed bandits lined up across the street from the elegant Hotel de Paris. In France, the postwar development of le tierce, a combination racing bet and lottery, which attracts 3,000,000 Frenchmen every Sunday, has made horse-track betting the country's fifth-largest industry...