Word: roar
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...more than 40 miles from the sea; it is an easy if unwilling subject for high-flying U25 slanting their cameras on target from offshore. A single run along its spine rolls out the island on film like a topographical map Supersonic jets scooting in at low titude can roar over the horizon, photograph anything of interest, and be out to sea again in a total of five minutes...
Main reason was that the Big South like an untamed stallion, does its best to shake men loose. Eighty-mile-an-hour winds roar and whistle in its crags and canyons, rain drenches it (sometimes as much as 72 in. in three months), earth quakes shudder through the ground, and termites thrive and multiply. The people who came to such a country and stayed were, first of all, hardy, lonely pioneers and, secondly, oddball fugitives from the world of modern convenience...
...heart there may be doubt that I deserve the Nobel award over other men of letters whom I hold in respect and reverence," said Author John Steinbeck 60. "But I am impelled not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession." Perhaps it was the fact that he stood on the Stockholm rostrum with five scientists (one American, four British) or perhaps it was just the old itch to shock. But at the end of his acceptance speech Steinbeck took the occasion to suggest a small revision...
...island in the 19th century -just could not cope with progress. Said one: "When you don't want to get up in the morning back home, you just stay in bed." Added 30-year-old Basil Lavarello: "TV nearly sends us mad. Cars, buses and trains roar like thunder through our brains. Way back in Tristan, a man can come to grips with his soul and his Creator...
...trapped or shot or poisoned every year. But no matter how many were killed, there was always the big one that got away. In New Mexico his name was Lobo, and Lobo was a brute half again as big as he had any natural right to be, with a roar like a lion and a paw like a bear and a cunning that made hunters old before their time. His legend still lives in the great Southwest, lives in every boy who ever read Lobo, The King of Currumpaw by Ernest Thompson Seton. Now it lives in something more than...