Word: roar
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Lookouts were posted along both sides of the straightaway, flashlights ready to blink at the first sign of police. The first few cars took off with a roar, sped down the highway at 60, 70, 100 miles an hour. They ripped along two abreast, made oncoming motorists scurry to the side of the road. The boulevard's residents took one resigned look and telephoned the police...
Last week, standing in the rain before Tokyo's Imperial Palace, General Tanaka barked another set of orders in the name of a greater Japan. Once again a roar of motors responded and the old commander's new squadron, a fleet of seven jaunty green motorized pedicabs, went putt-putting down the macadam road on their test flight. They have the name "Qu' avec"-a Japanese notion of the way a Frenchman might say "With whom?" "I call them 'Qu' avec,'" simpered Tanaka, "to indicate that boy & girl might get together pleasantly in pedicab...
...with the urgency of a man fighting a swarm of bees. He got over a looping right to Fusari's chin, followed with a fusillade of rights & lefts. Fusari went down and the crowd of 31,092 came to its feet, filling the Polo Grounds with a frenzied roar. Rocky's dazed foe took a count of nine, came up wobbly and was chased into a corner by the most furious killer (in appearance, at least) in the prizefight business...
...front, the Mark III looks like a giant radio panel, with a clean, serene dignity. But behind the panel hides a nightmare of pulsing, twitching, flashing complexity. Thousands of metal parts, big & little, all polished like costume jewelry, compete in frenetic activity. They hum and clack and chirp and roar like a hive of mechanical insects. Among them glow the filaments of 4,500 vacuum tubes, and between them run skeins of wire, 100 miles in all, with 400,000 soldered connections. The Mark III is so complicated that no one in the laboratory was willing to talk authoritatively about...
...second, the rocket hesitated. For another fraction it rose slowly. Then it rose like a streak, as if an irresistible force had picked it off the earth and tossed it into the sky. Behind it trailed a jet stream mixed with white dashes of visible sound waves. A gigantic roar rolled across the desert, rolled back from the steep Organ Mountains that stand over White Sands...