Word: franticness
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...invisible, of course, to all but children or evil men. The squealing children obligingly dashed about, pointing where he was. "There-there-next to the window!" Crash went stones, hymnbooks, everything throwable, until not a pane of glass was left. "There he goes-under the pulpit!" The heaving, frantic mothers reduced the pulpit to matchwood. But Tikoloshe skipped off to another hiding place, and in a matter of minutes the inside of the church was a ruin...
...guards to open the vaults and fill large sacks with silver coins. Then he slipped them out the back door with instructions to march in the front door, through the bank, out the back door and in the front again. After two or three of these trips the frantic depositors got the desired idea: the bank's hard-money reserves were obviously inexhaustible; their money was safe and their panic foolish...
...being more vigorous a little sooner," Harvard Economist Sumner Slichter and retiring New York Federal Reserve Bank President Allan Sproul, who tartly dismisses Automan Curtice's complaint as "a sort of cosmic jest." Detroit's difficulties, says Sproul, are a hangover from 1955's frantic sales race when too-easy credit skimmed the cream from 1956's auto market...
Without preamble, the three-piece band cuts loose. In the spotlight, the lanky singer flails furious rhythms on his guitar, every now and then breaking a string. In a pivoting stance, his hips swing sensuously from side to side and his entire body takes on a frantic quiver, as if he had swallowed a jackhammer. Full-cut hair tousles over his forehead, and sideburns frame his petulant, full-lipped face. His style is partly hillbilly, partly socking rock 'n' roll. His loud baritone goes raw and whining in the high notes, but down low it is rich...
...plan and execute a neat robbery, using a little old lady's house as a temporary hideout. Their kindly landlady eventually discovers what the quintet actually is, but not one of the grim crooks summons enough nerve to eliminate this liability in old lace. Unable to kill her, the frantic thieves fall out. Luckily a railroad bridge is handy; bodies are dumped into passing freight trains with delightful regularity to the solemn accompaniment of pompous funeral marches...