Word: roar
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Cover) His legs are buckled into clumsy shin guards; his face is hidden by the metal grille of a heavy mask. Behind him, vague and impersonal, rises the roar of the crowd. His chest is covered with a corrugated protective pad, and his big mitt is thrust out as if to fend off destruction. Exactly 60 ft. 6 in. straight ahead of him, the pitcher looms preternaturally large on his mound of earth. As he crouches close to the ground, his field of vision gives him his own special view of the vast ballpark. The white foul lines stretch...
...turbojet whined into life. Once he was lined up on his marker buoy. Campbell widened out on his foot throttle. Spray arched from her stern as the Bluebird rose on her floats and shot toward the end of the lake five miles away. Her jet roar thundered through the nearby hills. Seconds later, Campbell was ready to refuel for the run back...
Last week the Israelis sent water-the most precious commodity in the Middle East-coursing into the parched southland. Before a happy crowd of 15,000 at Rosh Haayin, ten miles from modern Tel Aviv-Jaffa, old President Itzhak Ben-Zvi thanked God and pressed a lever. With a roar giant diesel pumps began to send water from the Yarkon River into a 66-in. pipeline that snakes toward the Negev plateau 65 miles away...
United Aircraft Corp., producer of the biggest, most powerful and presumably loudest jet engine, the Pratt & Whitney J-57, is working on ways to reduce its roar to a tolerable level. One method worked out by Engineers John M. Tyler and George B. Towle utilizes the fact that the frequency (pitch) of the noise generated by a stream of gas varies with the stream's diameter. The big stream that shoots from the tailpipe of a jet engine stirs up a lot of low-frequency sound that carries for miles as a thunderous roar. Small gas streams...
Moving northward from Manhattan's Times Square through the garish canyon of Seventh Avenue, the traveler finds a varied evening cacophony. Bus engines whine. Subway trains roar through sidewalk gratings. On a corner a Salvation Army band pleads Onward! Christian Soldiers. Suddenly, through an open door, comes a shattering crash and a high-pitched wail, and a competing hymn bounces through the tortured air: When the Saints Go Marching...