Word: roared
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...twin-motored monoplane, bright with red, white & blue Air Corps paint, was rolled out on the runway at Los Angeles' Municipal Airport. From a distance grease monkeys and pilots rubbered at her sleek, narrow fuselage, her one-seat pilot cabin, her tricycle landing gear. To trained ears the roar of her motors indicated an unusual concentration of horsepower...
...reciting a list of jobs he had never held. His chief asset was knowing a good thing when he saw it, and two of his good things, Margaret Fishback and Bernice Fitzgibbon, coined the glib slogans for which Macy's soon became famed: "Nature in the Roar," "Babies are Hard to Bear," "It's Smart to be Thrifty." By 1929 Kenneth Collins was an executive vice president of the Manhattan store; for that job his top salary was variously reported at $70,000 to $200,000 a year...
...morning of September 29, 1938, a Benld housewife, Mrs. Carl Crum, was working in her yard. Suddenly she was transfixed by a roar and a crash which led her to think that an airplane had fallen nearby. She peered in vain for smoke, wreckage, damage. Mr. McCain came home later to find that a celestial visitor had made a three-point landing on his property, about 50 feet from where Mrs. Crum was standing...
...party was timed to fill the papers a few days before the debut of café society's current Glamor Girl Brenda Diana Duff Frazier. Gowned gratis and gloriously by Macy's, Miss Vandenbaard from 11 p.m. till dawn greeted guests who came to laugh, remained to roar. Said the only socialite debutante present, Elvira ("Vivi") Fairchild: "Debs would have more fun if they could have this type of a party." Said Tugboat Minnie: "My feet hurt. ... Do you think I should have let myself in for this stunt?" Twenty-five-year-old Lindley Beckworth, newly elected Representative...
...steals around Her shoulder, and Her head comes to rest easily in the crook of his elbow. Mutual contentment. The mad, festive roar of those thousands at dances is now a thing apart; far below the city appears calmly dignified. From the west a tiny train slithers into the station behind its headlight, and the green eye of a signal turns to red. Then, carrying over the show-silence, comes the faint but insistent tinkle of a church bell which tolls and tolls. The Eve has become...