Word: roar
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...there was a fire in the basement of the City Hall, and soon shrieks of sirens and the roar of motors poured in the windows which had been opened to let the smoke pour out. This did not, however, deter the clerk from reading some matter-of-form letters. And curiosity, perhaps, but no surprise, moved many naive listeners when the President mumbled "The place is on fire" after each letter. As the fire sub-sided, though, they found he was saying "Placed on Fire...
...tonight-"Ce sont de sales bétes, ces serpents a sonnettes. . . " At the end of the Revolution, Lafayette cries: "C'est la victoire . . . l'alliance entre les Etats Unis et la France a triomphe!" Last program is a grand roundup of U. S. noises, including the roar of "les chutes du Niagara" birds twittering, a bear's grunt. Coney Island's tinkles and cries, the voice of Monsieur Thomas Dewey...
Such shouts and transports as London has not seen since the Armistice sped Britain's beaming 69-year-old hero to Buckingham Palace. There Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlain and the King and Queen were called out on the balcony by a steady surf roar of "Good old Nev! Hurrah for Chamberlain! Peace with honor! Three cheers for Nev! Good old Nev! Peace in our time...
...Hitler's Berlin speech was relayed through CBS's Studio 9 last week, a man who looks like a prosperous professor sat at a desk, listening through earphones. Before the hysterical roar at the end of the speech died away, he began to talk into a microphone with clipped, slightly pompous inflections, using facial expressions and gestures as if he were addressing a visible audience. Without pause Hans von Kaltenborn had translated and distilled a 73-minute speech, and for 15 minutes proceeded ex tempore to explain its significance and predict (correctly) its consequences...
...Composer Rome offers nothing so bomb-bursting as his last season's Sing Me a Song with Social Significance, nothing so hilarious as his Chain Store Daisy. Only once could a first-night audience, half drawn from Who's Who and half from the Social Register, roar with joy: when a packed stageful of Negroes shagged, capered, clapped, galumphed, jumped up & down in a great spontaneous whirl of excitement...