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Above the European city's sleepless roar that throbs across the city's zoo, rises every night a roar of animal voices, voices from Africa and Asia, from the polar ice, the plains of Tanganyika, the primeval forests of Borneo. Lions groan and tigers moan. Elephants trumpet like thunder. Wolves howl, hyenas laugh, monkeys screech. But all cry the same thing: "How long must we remain captive? What have we done that we should suffer so horribly? Why are we here? Why?" Sleepy humans do not answer, do not even hear...
...Korean on the edge of the crowd threw a narrow tin box high in the air. In an ear-splitting roar, the grandstand flew apart like a mechanical toy. Minister Shigemitsu was blown into the air like a jack-in-the-box, his feet flung wide. Consul General Mural's face was unrecognizable with blood and torn flesh. Admiral Nomura's eye was blown out, General Shirakawa lost all his teeth. General Uyeda lost three toes. Kim Fung-kee, the Korean bomb-thrower, was beaten unconscious by Japanese soldiers. One W. S. Hibbard, a U. S. citizen, protested...
When special constables, brandishing their new truncheons, closed in on a woe-begone looking man who was helping himself to purple neckties, part of the mob suddenly set up such a roar of "Leave that man alone!" that the special constables let him alone and he absconded publicly with the purple neckties...
...FEARLESS & YOUTHFUL TRAINER DEMONSTRATING MAN'S POWER OVER FEROCIOUS BEASTS OF THE JUNGLE." While lurid red lights play on a circular cage in the centre ring. Trainer Beatty, armed with whip, chair and blank-loaded revolver, assembles some 40 lions & tigers, puts them through paces. The beasts snarl, hiss, roar, paw each other and Mr. Beatty, but nobody is hurt. The lions & tigers are frequently stubborn, which gives Mr. Beatty an opportunity to demonstrate his undeniable courage. Sometimes one will leap at him; then his revolver makes lightning in the dim cage and the beast receives a whiplash. Two laconic...
...quiet in its own grease. As the day wore on a strange murmur like far off breakers on a distant beach began in the St. Antoine to break the sullen quietude. Travelling slowly along the crooked streets it gathered volume always nearer, always louder. At last with a great roar it burst out around the high walls of the Bastille and the Revolution had begun. The Paris mob broke up running, shouting, shrieking, calling, hurling, swearing, beating, advancing, swarming; but always moving, always attacking, always increasing. They stormed the deep ditch, the double draw bridge, the eight great towers amid...