Word: hurls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...like to think of a populace at the mercy of this fearfully magnified and potent tone that Professor Theremin has brought into the world. The radio machines are bad enough, but what will happen to the auditory nerves in a land where super-Theremin machines can hurl a jazz ditty through the atmosphere with such horribly magnified sonorities that they could deaden the sound of an automobile exhaust from 20 miles away...
Round Two, Snowy-bearded, patriarchially irate French Finance Minister Henri Cheron rose to hurl a counter ultimatum: "There can be no thought of making a division of annuities different from that of the Young Plan. Mr. Snowden's proposal is not acceptable...
...crammed, jammed with malacopterygian teleosteans. By tens of thousands they are crowding upstream. Waterfalls as high as 15 ft. cannot stop them; a flirt of their powerful tails puts them over. They plunge under the face of higher falls, seeking a tail-hold for a second leap. As they hurl their sleek, silvery bodies over the falls, it is clear why they are called "salmon." (Latin salmo means "a leaper.") Goal of the jostling, leaping fish is the quiet of the Yukon's upper pools. Swimming stoutly against the current, it will take them all summer to reach...
...patience even with the rapid progress now being made by Foreign Minister Dr. C. T. Wang. They knew that he was negotiating with Japanese Consul General Shichitaro Yada; and they thought both negotiators a little too polite and slow. Suddenly student exuberance boiled over, and a mob rushed to hurl brickbats and curses at the walls which sheltered Dr. Wang and M. Yada. Loomed a diplomatic incident of gravest sort. Only quick action by one of the Nationalist "Big Three"-Chiang, Feng or Yen (TIME, Dec. 24)-could stop the brickbatting, dispose...
Back on her yacht Winona, Journalist Stillman renewed her ancient feud with photographers by threatening to hurl one bold fellow into the waters of Long Island Sound. Plates and crockery, not threats, had been her weapons last July, when she fell upon the persistent, scoop-seeking villains of the press at her son's wedding. On the Winona Fraulein Rasche, an interested spectator, lumbered to her cabin, rested...