Word: dulled
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...variety, but there seem to be only nine major categories of human stupidity. "These intermarry and blend in all sorts of combinations. . . . Some rise to glory, while others are hunted by the police. The history of them all is the history of our race, in the main." Though abysmal dullness abounds, Author Pitkin finds that lack of integration in people's personalities is what makes their stupidity so genuine. In some ways high-grade morons are cleverer than ordinary men; in some ways near geniuses are more stupid. From the same unbalance suffer individuals, mobs, nations, races. With these...
...telephone wire. For convenience the decibel and not the bel is used in U. S. researches. A quiet home registers 40 decibels. Normal loudness of human conversation is 60. Upward, toward 100, noise becomes increasingly plaguy and bothersome. Some noises, measured in decibels, which may wrack the nerves, dull the minds of New York school children...
...Reign of Terror a sallow faced little man stood up in a spate of gunfire and shouted an order. A dirty Paris mob had started a street fight, and in the interests of peace it must be stopped. There was the rumble of caissons over the cobbles, the dull roar of cannon, the outcries of a dispersing crowd, and Napoleon had ordered his first artillery into action. From that time on his name was writ large on the map of Europe. The Alps, Italy, Egypt, Marengo, and the little figure came out of the mists of Revolution into the garish...
...Spring fever calls, if Cambridge is dull and overpowering, "Murray Hill" offers entertainment which will banish gloom and bring temporary relief to the depression-minded...
...tale to harrow up the soul, freeze the young blood; and one day a very young reviewer squirmed in his theatre seat as John Barrymore darkened the screen with the long shadow of Hyde. Not even a break in the film and an "End of Reel Three" sign could dull the terror of that figure as with the ffickering stealth of primitive films he bared his fangs and prowled the streets of Soho. Such memories as these Mr. March had to contend with if he was to satisfy this reviewer. He was beaten before he began...