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...settled at Greenville, Conn. The older Daniel grew, the more mediumistic he became. When the family sat down to breakfast, the furniture began to scuttle about. A Baptist minister, called in by Mrs. Cook to exorcise the spirits, could hardly make himself heard above the din of mysterious rappings. "So you've brought the devil to my house, have you?" screamed Mrs. Cook, hurling a chair at her nephew. When he was 18 she kicked him out of the house, threw his Sunday suit after...
...Hope has put into a forthcoming book (7 Never Left Home). Wrote the soldier: "We were almost sure Frances Langford had not come, and there were many dis appointed people around. And all of a sudden Bob said: 'Here's Frances Lang-ford.' There was a din you would not be lieve. She was stunningly dressed, though simply. It was good to see a clean, neat American girl who spoke our language and thought like we do. She sang and sang from the bottom of her heart. . . . Every one of those thousands of men there went home...
...Pacific sky and ran for cover. Even over the island of Eniwetok, furthest west of all the Marshalls, the carrier-based planes arrived (see map, p. 19). The atolls shuddered under the impact of bomb upon bursting bomb and presently the screech and clump of shells added to the din and terror. Out of sight, over the horizon, surface ships had joined the carriers and were bringing the little men's islands under naval gunfire. Long awaited, long expected, the U.S. attack on the Marshalls was developing (Tokyo hinted that U.S. forces had landed at some points...
Last week the Flute Club held its regular monthly meeting in Manhattan's new City Center of Music and Drama. Some 100 flutists and their friends wandered about the auditorium, filling the air with a high-pitched and rarefied din. On a platform at a piano, Mrs. John Wummer, wife of the New York Philharmonic's first flutist, served accompaniments to those who wanted them, as a hostess might serve canapés. Near the door stood one of the club's nonflutist members, one Edwin Rosenblum of Brooklyn, who loathes the flute but cannot resist...
Tolbukhin's victory was the reward of daring. After a gap was torn in the Nazi lines north of Taganrog, his tanks and Cossacks rushed in, then wheeled south towards the sea. Other units, meanwhile, stormed Taganrog's front gates. When the din of battle died down, 35,000 Nazi corpses littered the steppe, 5,100 dejected survivors straggled into prisoner pens...