Word: clump
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Tramp, tramp, clump, clump?pure chance brought a marching column of revolutionary troops abreast of the wedding whoopee. Tousled and valiant, bridegroom and bride were standing off their tipsy tormentors. To one hilarious wedding guest, possessor of a seven-shot pistol, the glorious moment clearly demanded noise. Into the air he blazed what sounded like a fusillade?bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
...first green, played par golf to the fourth where he took the first of six birdies. His gallery, stirred to an intent, incredulous tension, saw that he might have a 66 for the round, but he drove into a trap at the seventeenth and sliced his drive into a clump of trees on the home hole. These were his only mistakes in the greatest round that he or any man ever played in a U. S. Open. He did it with his mashie niblick, playing doubtful carries short and laying approaches dead. Though he had nine one-putt greens...
...resistance to gravity that descent is checked to about 16 ft. per second. This amounts to a force equal to that of jumping from a ten-foot fence, often sufficient to sprain an ankle. Chutes can be partially guided when the jumper wishes to avoid landing in a clump of trees or a pond, by pulling the shroud lines on the side toward which he wants to go. In a high wind, if the jumper does not unharness himself before he lands, as he must do when landing on water, he will be dragged over the ground, bashed and banged...
...down together, the braces of the National or any other bird dog trials usually race together across open country, heading into the wind toward a likely clump of bushes. At the first scent of game, one or the other of the pair makes his point and if birds are flushed, the judges score a point for him. The dog's opponent comes to an "honor point" and the competition goes on, both dogs striving for the whiff of quail, until the judges are satisfied which of the two is the better worker...
...clump of sagging commuters were clustered around their gate, waiting for it to open, after the theatre a few nights ago when a long-drawn-out cry "R-i-i-ne-hart!" rang out across the upper level of Grand Central Terminal and reverberated all about. Most of them were startled and appeared puzzled. One man remarked to his wife that it was funny, he had heard the cry bawled across the midnight darkness of a boulevard in Paris last summer...