Word: roar
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Scarcely half an hour went by before the big doors to the balcony over the Palazzo's main entrance were opened. Out stepped the familiar figure of Benito Mussolini, their leader, followed by Achille Starace, the Fascist Party Secretary. The shouts burst into a deafening roar. Up went the raised arm of II Duce in acknowledgment. Up spoke Signor Starace through loud speakers commanding all to salute Italy's empire builder...
Forty-eight hours later the bed-ridden Queen lying in Tirana's temporary Royal Palace could hear the roar of whole flights of planes overhead-planes that could not possibly be Albania's, since the country had only two. They dropped no bombs but leaflets fluttered down in the spring breeze announcing that "friendly" Italian troops were arriving that day to take over the country and "reestablish order, peace and justice." At four Albanian seaports, the nearest one (Durazzo) only 25 miles from Tirana, warships soon hove into sight, began bombarding. Troops were landed. A skirmish...
...speed. As a child he rode Arab racing stallions. Sent to be educated at England's Harrow, he learned how to dismantle a high-compression engine before he learned to speak good English. Far too young (12) for a British driving license, he got special permission to roar around Brooklands racing track all by himself. Back in Iraq, he bought one flashy car after another-among others a supercharged, 150-horsepower Auburn with three-inch royal crowns on its doors, a Mercedes done in phosphorescent paint. Before long his craving for speed got him into the air, where...
When Major General George Van Horn Moseley* retired last year, with a roar at the New Deal (TIME, Oct. 10), he sounded like a U. S. Army officer who at last could say what he thought. Roaring around the country since then, he has made sounds something like a U. S. Fascist. Last week, roaring for the Women's National Defense Committee in Philadelphia, George Moseley finally made sounds that could not be mistaken...
Irishmen hailed the bounding green silks of Tim Hyde with a mighty roar. Merseysiders went wild. An Irish priest shouted encouragement in Gaelic. For Workman was Irish-bred by a Cork pubkeeper, Irish-trained in Kildare by Tim Hyde himself, Irish-owned by Sir Alex, a sometime Meath man from Navan who had put a bet on his jumper for the benefit of Navan's 10,000 citizens. Close behind Workman came 'Captain Briggs's MacMoffat, with Jockey Alder in primrose silks. As they pressed on, Kilstar blundered four jumps from home, and from then...