Word: murmuring
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Lying on his cot in the white glare, Anacleto was suddenly terrified to hear, softly, susurringly, as if from the Beyond, the voice of his dead friend. "Tit me mataste, Anacleto," came the spectral murmur. "You killed me. I am Areo's ghost. You had better confess, Anacleto. You killed me. . . ." Frenzied, bewildered, Anacleto stood it two days, two nights. Then he leaped up screaming: "I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'm guilty!" A police stenographer rushed in and got a full confession...
Through the whole trinity of sciences runs the same distemper of bad morale. Cure this and most of the bad symptoms will vanish. Louder and louder grows the murmur that men are afraid to teach, driven away from the student by the intense pressure to produce tangible results from the laboratory. This pressure arises from the official belief that instructors will be intellectually dead at forty if they cannot drink deep of the fountain of perpetual youth that flows in the laboratory and the stacks. With some instructors this is true. But as a substitute for an intelligent personal estimate...
Last week, with a fresh $4,000,000,000 in his pocket and national elections still far away, President Roosevelt heard not a murmur when he announced that he might shortly spend $12,000,000 to $15,000,000 on a jobless census. Since he aimed to employ some 600,000 white-collar idle for the job, it seemed highly unlikely that the census would be conducted along the quick and economical lines of the 1917 draft at a cost of $300,000, as proposed in his column this week by United Feature Columnist Hugh Samuel Johnson...
...privileges that can be required for the energetic discharge of the duties inherent in that high trust are conceded without a murmur and without a doubt...
...filthy scavenger who was hooted by the city's children, and left $15,000 to one moppet who did not hoot; "The Great Unknown," an insane dandy in frock coat and varnished boots who never looked at or spoke to anyone; "Whispering Riley," who never spoke above a murmur; "Rosy the Tramp" who shaved his whiskers with a candle; Freddy Coombs, who thought he was George Washington; "The Drummer Boy" who never ceased drumming. But maddest and best loved of all was Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico...