Word: roar
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Ford counter-offer brought no cheers from the union. Newsmen gathered outside heard Reuther's roar of protest. Then negotiators from both sides began to shout and pound the table. Suddenly, Reuther stormed out of the meeting with U.A.W.'s Ford Chief Ken Bannon at his side and lesser autoworkers trailing behind. No sooner had they cleared the passageway than Bugas burst through the door, snapped out: "I need a drink...
...same tearing roar of Meyer-Drake Offenhauser racing engines will racket above the oil-slick brick and asphalt. Once more, when the green flag drops, the wheeled buckets of power will whisk past the pace car into the first laps of the most popular sport spectacle in the U.S. Memorial Day will have come back to the Midwest with the 39th running of America's car-racing classic: the Indianapolis 500. The cars will be faster than ever this year, the drivers as daring, and the spectators will get their thrills. But for the first time in the memory...
...becomes a musical, a feat accomplished rather easily with the sprightly tunes of Dick Brown and Clarence Chang, and the lyrics of Lucy Barry and company. Brown's first song, "Mother Knows Best" is a little too much of the brass musical to be comprehended by children, but adults roar with delight at the Broadway step and brash voices of Maryanne Goldsmith, Sally Shoop, and Anne Adams. Most of the other songs, which were written by Chang, are better suited to infant ears, and Brown redeems himself with the finale--"Flowers Are Dancing...
...wore their heavy steel cuirasses. McDonald's men, by contrast, lugged 75-lb. packs and had to cut their their own way through the jungle with machetes. But the 1955 expedition was safer; radios could quickly summon help in the form of rescue helicopters. In an emergency, the roar of a whirly-bird's engine might well sound more beautiful than the clinking of all the gold that once went over the jungle-crowded Camino Real...
...father and I were driving toward a mail box at the corner of Peachtree and Houston Streets when there came from nearby Pryor Street a roar . . . which sent a sensation of mingled fear and excitement coursing through my body . . . We saw a lame Negro bootblack from Herndon's barber shop pathetically trying to outrun a mob of whites. Less than a hundred yards from us the chase ended. We saw clubs and fists descending to the accompaniment of savage shouting and cursing. Suddenly a voice cried: 'There goes another nigger!' Its work done, the mob went after...