Word: crescendos
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Manhattan's wide open wet emporium called Cordials and Beverages at No. 201 East 44th Street (TIME, Feb. 10) rose from fame to notoriety last week. Starting quietly, events marched to an imposing crescendo...
...predicament of the condemned-of men waiting for the electric chair. The first act is an agonizing crescendo leading to an execution. The murderer is given a lavish meal which he cannot eat, cigarets which he is unable to finish. His temples are shaved for one electrical contact ; his trousers are slit for another. The sacrament is administered. He passes each of the other six cells in the Death House on his way to a green door. The other six of the doomed wait in silence until the lights go dim, indicating that the prison dynamo is working...
...druggists did last fortnight, so did many another earnest business man of other occupation. For with late summer comes the crescendo of the U. S. convention phenomena and last week the movement became acute. Going to, gathered at, departing from national conventions were druggists (wholesale, retail), chain store men, credit men, life insurance underwriters, traveling engineers, bakers, merchant-tailors and designers, bankers (men, women), radio manufacturers, accountants, safety engineers, laundry owners. Traveling at reduced railroad rates they had seen new places, participated in bridge and golf tournaments, elected officers, passed resolutions, been grave...
Playwright Patrick Hamilton denies that he was influenced by the history of Leopold and Loeb, acknowledges a debt to Thomas De Quincey's essay "Murder as a Fine Art." The source is immaterial -this crescendo of fear depends on neither history nor scholarship. Mr. Hamilton, like Arthur Machen, Algernon Blackwood, Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Arthur Conan Doyle, is an artist who makes diabolical fiction seem as real as sticks and stones...
Suddenly hearing a low crescendo of oices, the officer whirled toward the new gate leading from the Mosque Omar to the lane, shouted a hoarse phrase at the drowsing Arabs. For a moment they stood horror-struck, then fled. Through the gate poured a screaming, howling mass of Arabs, flaunting banners that flapped like big bats in the twilight. Down the lane they roared. Vainly an old beadle tried to halt them, was seized by powerful dark hands, hurled aside. Two Jews bowed in prayer at the altar were savagely beaten. In a frenzy of plunder the Moslems burned prayer...