Word: dronings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Outside the president's office was a large room, filled with clerks, typists. The drone of typewriters was steady. A stenographer stopped and looked at her wristwatch. Noon was less than an hour...
...heavyset, bobbed-haired, mild-mannered. He dresses in the traditional rusty-grey frock coat, the wide-brimmed black hat of Bryan and the oldtimers, which helps distinguish him among the more babbitty modern members. In the House his voice assumes a peculiar, almost clerical (but not monotonous) drone. Then he is meek, likes to remind his listeners that his mother was a Quaker. His own faith is the Episcopalian. He drives out of Washington for Sunday services in country churches. He smokes three cigars a day. does not chew, swears privately. His fraternal affiliations: Masons (32nd degree. Knights Templar. Shriner...
...drone of the big plane was heard above Bucharest airdrome, by then brilliantly floodlighted. An army corps and the Prime Minister were at hand. To be ready for all emergencies Bucharest had been placed under what amounted to martial law with General Cenrik Cihoski temporarily appointed Governor of the Capital. Amid much obsequious bowing the Hohenzollern entered a limousine, was driven swiftly to Cotroceni Palace...
...villain out of a wrecked plane. In Burning Up, however, the usual situation is reversed. The little triangle, with its hopelessly puerile dialog, has barely enough momentum to suggest a climax until the climax arrives-this time an auto race. The way the race is worked out, to the drone, like the vibration of gigantic, loose 'cello strings, of the little cars, is the only thrill of this typical program picture. Richard Arlen and Mary Brian have the leads. Best shot: poker game in a small-town commercial club...
...last week. He opened the mail compartment, chucked in his load of mail, and climbed into the pilot's seat. The Wright Whirlwind, nicely warmed up, was flipping the prop over slowly. The ship trembled in its wheel chocks. He opened up the motor to recheck the steady drone of power that was to carry him to Boston. Mechanically everything was fine. The ship had had its regular inspection the night before. A perfect trip depended solely on the pilot himself. Mechanics hauled away the chocks. Pridham taxied to the end of the field, roared down the takeoff strip...