Word: shook
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Through the crowd walked Mrs. Roosevelt, shaking hands, not smiling too much. Then the President came down the line in an open car, past the marquee. He shook hands for a long while. Everyone tried not to think of the faceless men, the cripples, the crazed, the dead of 1918; but somehow near in the fresh, fair afternoon were the crash of guns on the Meuse, the flat pound, pound, pound of bombs in Brussels...
...unfamiliar noise, looked up, saw the wall of the store crack, disintegrate, crash on the heads of his family. In nearby El Centro, a fire wall tumbled down on Clifford Moore. All through rich Imperial Valley, one night last week, ran the earthquake's shivers. They shook down buildings, cracked open the irrigation canal that carries the Valley's water, let precious water flow out over Mexico. Damage: more than $2,500,000. Dead: Mrs. Mullings and her children, Clifford Moore, four others...
...their blockhouses. This week the Germans broke through the Grebbe Line, drove to the sea near Rotterdam, cutting The Netherlands in two. Crown Princess Juliana fled to London with her husband, Prince Bernhard and their children. Princess Irene, aged nine months, traveled in a gasproof box. The Dutch cause shook when it was admitted that resolute Queen Wilhelmina had fled to London, too, and her Government had left The Hague...
Arriving in Manhattan for the opening of Lillian Russell, new movie in which they have a reminiscent sequence, Oldtime Funnymen Joe ("Mike") Weber, 72, and Lew ("Meyer") Fields, 73, promptly went into their 63-year-old act at Grand Central Terminal: Meyer cuffed Mike, shook him like an apple tree. When they paused for breath, Weber growled: "All people ever wanted to see us for is to watch Lew knock the hell out of me." Mourned
...heart beat. My hand shook a little. Suppose that he were one of those sharp, kindly-savage Americans who bark like dogs, sit in their shirt sleeves, curse and swear, chew the damp stubs of cigars." It is, however, only Alfred Noyes. But the novelist's journalistic boss turns up soon enough, steers him around to see the Pope lying in state, coaches him on how to open his articles with a bang...