Word: roaring
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...rushed special delivery to nearby Glencoe, Ill. By Tuesday noon, a day before TIME appears on most newsstands, Mrs. Gerald F. Miner, a 52-year-old grandmother, has begun leafing through her copy. Then a second and more specialized TIME press run begins. The sound, instead of the roar of rotary presses, is the soft plunk of a six-key braille typewriter. Mrs. Miner is laboriously pecking out TIME'S cover story (25 minutes for a braille page) on sheets of thin white cardboard...
During last week's test, four Air Force officers and a civilian stood unprotected on the ground below the point of explosion. They felt a hot blast, a rush of air and heard a thunderous roar, but their Geiger counters proved what the Air Force and the Atomic Energy Commission hopefully expected: the amount of radioactive fallout was too slight to endanger a city's population if a Genie exploded overhead...
...After three years," said the wife of a Radio Corp. of America missileman, "you get used to it." But the wife of a General Electric official contradicts her. "I've never gotten used to it, and I never will. Every time I hear a roar that isn't a jet, I break my neck getting outdoors. My husband never says anything, and if he comes home happy, I want to know...
Last week, touring the rubble of New Haven's Oak Street, stocky, boyish Mayor Lee watched the bulldozers grunt and roar, clearing the last of the city's most infamous slums. Razing was almost completed; masons poured concrete for a new $10 million Southern New England Telephone Co. building; apartments and stores were going up. It was all part of a 42-acre, $40 million public-private redevelopment project, sparked by Lee's successful wangle of $6,600,000 in U.S. grants and loans. Cost to the city: $1,700,000 in cash-plus $3,000 spent...
...days it was uncannily quiet, then at midnight the blacks hit back with an animal roar. Propelled by a rumor that their Fignole had been put to death, they burst out of the slums, put the torch to eight buildings, sacked a government warehouse. Truckloads of soldiers rolled up, sprayed the wailing, raging rioters with gunfire in the light of the flames and machine-gunned their flimsy shacks. Trucks loaded with prisoners taken at bayonet point rolled off to the jails, and the morgues of Port-au-Prince were full...