Word: gasped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...clear "social significances" which the authors of Middletown can only bumble over. With scarcely a skid into deliberate lyricism, whole chapters become lyric. Dickens without gush, Dreiser without fat, Lardner without cynicism, might combine to approximate it. On his subtle, flexible, nonliterary monotone, Dr. Williams seems to carry, without gasp or gesture, the whole load of daily living...
...fortress throbbed eight hours a day as Diesels pumped in air and light. At 10 o'clock the motors stopped. The lights went out. Then sleep in Chambrun's concrete cell battled with claustrophobia. The first night he had to climb up to the iron entrance and gasp for fresh air through the crack above the concrete sill. "Just pretend you are a monk living in the Middle Ages," counseled Bentz, his cellmate. After a month of living like a mole, Chambrun became acclimatized, even got to like his mole life. He became a full-fledged gars...
Seasoned Director Sam Wood (Goodbye, Mr. Chips, Our Town) turns tail on his recent fragile work to make of Rangers of Fortune the most thrilling and funny movie brawl of the current Western craze. Without losing a gasp of suspense, he has fashioned his free-lance rangers into characters of such ludicrous gallantry, bravado and rough-&-tumble efficiency as to make his tale a classic parody on every horse opera ever produced. But with the technique of a master storyteller he inserts enough sex, sentiment and sock to keep his yarn well outside the bounds of buffoonery...
...Most gasp-worthy Winchell phenomenon: "Having been an intimate friend of Owney Madden. New York's No. 1 gang leader of the prohibition era, he became in the short space of two years, the public pal of J. Edgar Hoover, the No. 1 G-man of the repeal era." In 1932 Winchell's intimacy with gangland led to fear he would be rubbed out for knowing too much. In terror he fled to California, returned weeks later with a new enthusiasm for law, G-men, Uncle Sam, Old Glory...
Entering the St. Lawrence with the timbered, inhospitable Gaspé on his left, an invader would have the rugged Laurentians on his right, could not hope to get a foothold until he had taken Quebec. In the river his ships would be targets for defending bombers and artillery. The shores of the lower St. Lawrence are sheer and bold, could be held thinly by determined, well-armed men. At Quebec is the beginning of the lowland country which widens out into the fertile Richelieu Valley and south toward Lake Champlain. Farther upstrean lies Montreal, Canada's metropolis...