Word: clangs
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...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...
...long had as one of their sacred duties the job of preserving the peace and security of the Harvard Yard and its inmates, whose safety and quiet are guaranteed by the daily ritual of the closing of the gates at sundown. Every evening at six o'clock sharp the clang of the iron protals on Massachusetts Avenue cuts off Virtually all approach to the buildings from that flank except from the vicinity of Boylston Hall...
...business to a stop, just before Chancellor Hitler received in Berlin the new Polish "Goodwill Minister," suave M. Jozef Lipski. WHAM! Enemy planes scored direct hits on Warsaw's main railway station with confetti bombs as station employes touched off cannon crackers and released a flock of pigeons. Clang! Clang! Fire engines dashed through Warsaw to pretend to put out fires which blazed on the roofs struck by confetti bombs. The crackling, roaring flames were real but they belched from flame pots always under control...
Suddenly an unearthly din disturbes the peaceful quiet of the night as the distant boom of a gun repounds through the hills. Bells in every division of barracks clang furiously. A group of men the Bell Cats start blowing bugles and beating on drums as if their very lives depended upon the ferociousness with which they did it. This is reveille at the United States Military Academy...
WHEN the heavy clang of iron gates puts an end to the orgiastic exploitation by the press of a macabre criminal career and conviction, a vindicated public forgets abruptly the object of its morbid attention, and, satisfied, turns avidly to others. Before incarceration the audacious criminal is a romantic figure, afterwards he is a convict, a marked man,--one to be despised, and feared, and rejected. Behind the impenetrable branding gray of prison walls dwells a race apart, whose unnatural existence is seldom probed, in whom society's only interest is the enforcement of its due. But in the last...