Word: mutter
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Most oldtime hearing gadgets were not only feeble but massive. Many would rather be deaf than use them. In the collection at the College of Physicians' Mutter Museum in Philadelphia there are such monstrosities as an Aurolese phone with a headpiece like a miniature airtight stove, a snakelike ear trumpet, with a scoop intake, the 1896 "London hearing dome" with grilled receiver. At the Philadelphia Society for Better Hearing is an 1894 "hearing fan" to collect sound and vibrate against the teeth. This makes the user look silly but is efficient because sound waves brought in contact with...
...feet, under a 5,000-foot ceiling, the roar of the 314's four big engines suddenly died away to a mutter. The Clipper went into a glide. Almost on the water, Rod Sullivan unaccountably wheeled into a turn, brushed a wing on the water. This was his first bad crash in 101 transatlantic flights...
When Bazaine rode out to command the vital border fortress of Metz in 1870 (and, a month later, to become Commander in Chief of France's Army of the Rhine), he was heard to mutter: "Nous marchons a un désastre. (We're marching to a disaster.)" Napoleon III, unable to sit a horse (because of bladder trouble), his face rouged (to conceal his deathly pallor from his troops), followed close behind General MacMahon's doomed army. When MacMahon blundered into a German trap at Sedan, the Emperor mounted a horse despite his pain, rode along...
Hague was so flabbergasted that he could only mutter through his jowls: "I don't know anything about it." Grumbled bat-eared Michael J. Quill, head of the Transportation Workers Union, himself often tagged with a Red label: "Hague is a bum and always was a bum, and I don't think you can whitewash him just because he says he supports...
Berliners know the road the big planes take from England. Far out to the westward last week, soon after the sirens sounded, they could hear the first mutter of the flak, see the pale searchlights fingering the clear sky. In its nest of lakes, canals, rivers, their city lay dark and deserted, its only voice the growing clamor of the guns...