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...sound of an airplone motor in the sky is no novelty to the citizens of Mineola, L. I. Planes from the airport began to drone aver the town in 1917; they have never stopped. Mumbling like bumblebees by day, complaining by night like mosquitoes brushed, for their plaguery, from the beard of their God, their noise has jarred through the brains of the townsmen, mingling its drowsiness with the reveries of sleepyheads until that jargoning has become part of the normal somnolence of the place, part of the indistinguishable murmur of the summer countryside, the wash of the salt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Speed | 9/28/1925 | See Source »

...they have made their annual pilgrimage over the Sierra Parima to the Orinoco Basin in Venezuela. But these placid cannibals were most likely at a loss, last winter, when they pricked their ears to the distant humming of a billion ants on the move, a humming that became the drone of a host of baritone bees, of one giant bee, of a visible giant bee with a tail like a scorpion, of the first airplane those cannibals had ever seen. Down from heaven fell red parachutes at their feet -bales of beads, knives, gewgaws. "Glug," mused the cannibals, "glug, glug...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: In Brazil | 5/11/1925 | See Source »

Literature: Amid the serene literary chorus of his day, Howells' steady and somewhat dismal drone occasioned much neck-craning in the audience. His was the first-and persists the truest-note of realism that the U. S. has heard. "Dullness," he said, "is dear to me." Beside realism as we have it today, that of Howells pales, of course, is called drabness; but at the time, his refusal to succumb to the chivalrous romanticism his contemporaries had inherited from England made him, roughly, the Sinclair Lewis...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Benevolent Realism* | 1/12/1925 | See Source »

Which humming issued thro' the Concave drone...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ANCIENT SCRIBE HAD JOURNALISTIC TOUCH | 11/22/1924 | See Source »

...Crouching pallid in the dock, abject or surly or swooning, his lips parched, his fingers fumbling over his face, the soul within him howling like a dark creature brought to earth, a murderer waiting for sentence. The judge's words drone in his ears, he lifts his sleeve to hide his cheek. It is important, that sleeve. If suave, well-turned, fashionable, this agony and sweat will pass; he will merely remove his abode to a comfortable jail where he can eat, sleep, exercise, read, at leisure. If the sleeve be tattered, he will dance on the wind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Law: Debate | 11/3/1924 | See Source »

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