Word: quiverful
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...Adler is grey but dynamic. When he lectures he strides to & fro on the platform, wrinkles his nose so vigorously his eyeglasses quiver. He talks English with an Austrian accent. There is something infantile about his features, something fugitively masked by his glittering eyes and sardonic smile...
...Observatory signaled "Go." Lieut. Brown pulled his switch. A strip of rocky earth a mile long by 200 ft. wide heaved up slowly, settled with roar and dust. At the distant earthquake observatories, the seismographs registered faint squiggles. Thus man knew that he had shaken the earth, made it quiver, trifling though that quiver...
...unceremonious squiggle of President Hoover's pen last week made the Glass-Steagall bill law. Its enactment sent a strong new quiver of hope and confidence through the nation's banking nerves. Now the Federal Reserve System could lend money to its members (in groups of five) on assets which before were ineligible for rediscount. Now it could substitute U. S. securities for gold and commercial paper as coverage for its currency. With the gold thus released, it could withstand foreign raids on the dollar or print more paper money...
...accident a Manhattan physician. Dr. Lucy Du Bois Porter Sutton, 40, has discovered a quick palliative if not a certain cure for St. Vitus's Dance, hideous childhood disease. Victims twitch, quiver, quake and grimace uncouthly. The posturings resemble a grotesque dance like the oldtime "shimmy" and "Charleston." During the ignorant Middle Ages victims of the disease were taken to "dance" before images of St. Vitus, patron of comedians.* It was believed that those who danced before St. Vitus would be certain of good health during the following year. Hence the general name for the disease. The medical term...
...Front in our blood. Shells whistle, our senses sharpen. We feel the animal in us. we want to hide in the earth. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline before us. Great heavies boom like an organ. Smaller shells howl, pipe, hiss. Searchlights sweep the dark sky, halt, quiver on a black insect? the airman. He falls. A bell rings?Gas! I remember the gas patients coughing out their burnt lungs in clots. I don my mask. Like a big, soft jellyfish the gas floats...