Word: clangs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...jouncing cage came to a halt. There were running steps outside, a jingle of keys, a clang as the rear doors were opened. "Jump out, you fools! Jump!" cried a voice. The whites of 44 eyes shone in the fire glare as they looked back into a solid wall of flames. Two dark figures staggered back, lurched through the door, fell on the road outside, afire from head to foot. Two white guards rolled them into the snow-filled ditch to put them out. Then the drum of gasoline went up. . . . When a prison official arrived on the scene...
...days before all Italy was aroused last week by the screech of Fascist sirens and the clang of Catholic church bells rung by special permission of the Pope, quiet Professor Felice Guarneri had matters of vital moment to discuss in his snug Roman office at the Ministry of Finance. One day last June the Professor was abruptly summoned by the Dictator, given absolute control over Italy's exports & imports. Since then no Italian has been able to get foreign exchange with which to buy anything abroad without Guarneri's O. K. No other man alive knows so much...
...Houses. No sooner had Lowell House been built five years ago than its spirited little Master, Professor Julian Lowell Coolidge, who pedals dexterously through Cambridge traffic on a bicycle, set out to give his House a Personality. Today Lowellians wear House neckties, bowl upon the quadrangle green, clang the tuneless Russian bells in the House tower, wear dinner jackets when they dine at High Table. Lowell House is dominated by students who prepared mostly at Exeter and Andover. clear- eyed young men who like to run House teams, House dances. House lectures...
...Coal Creek, Tenn., ready to begin inspection of his multimillion dollar social-planning ''yardstick.'' Over a new concrete highway he rode five miles up the Clinch River valley. Soon he was standing on a bluff above the Norris damsite. More than 300 ft. below, the clang of machinery could be heard as great buckets of concrete slid across a cable line, slopped into the dam's coffers...
...Malo. M. La Chambre, being the insulted one, had chosen the weapons: standard dueling rapiers with bell guards. The referee, famed Fencing Master Phillippe Cattiaux, held out his rapier and the combatants rested the needle points of their shivering blades on it. The referee dropped his rapier. Zing! Clang! M. La Chambre slashed M. Renouvin's blade aside, stuck M. Renouvin decisively in his working arm. A few seconds old, the duel was over. M. La Chambre was no assassin and M. Renouvin was only a rioter, but neither man was willing to shake hands...