Word: shoutedly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...reception at the Albert Hall that night, special services in Westminster next day and an inspirational meeting keynoted with "Is War Incurable?" by Fred B. Smith; and the Convention moved out to Wembley. There, crowded into the Conference Hall, the delegates sent up a great shout when a little figure, smart in grey, stepped to the dais. Said the Prince of Wales: "I am very proud to address this "Convention...
Then, also quite naturally, reference was made to France's outstanding "traitors": Louis Malvy, exiled for défaitisme, Joseph Caillaux, convicted for "endangering France's alliances" (TIME, June 2). Everyone began to shout at once, a not uncommon occurrence in the Chambre. Then, high above the mighty tumult, a shrill voice from the Right was heard enunciating the name of Mati Hari (famed Dutch dancer, shot as a spy during the War; alleged mistress of Louis Malvy). Instantly Louis, whose term of exile was recently completed and who now sits in the Chambre as a Communist...
Centre of attraction was a three-storied, wooden pyramid "40 feet high." Here soldiers stood in lines to form pathways to the pyramid. A shout was heard; then gathering force, like a mighty wind lashing itself into a tornado, the shout increased to a dull reverberant roar; along the pathways came the leader of Russia. Then deal silence. Suddenly a score or more of bands struck up the Internationale and down one of the aisles came some French Communists from the Department of the Seine to present to Peasant Kalinin, Chairman of the All-Russian Central Executive Committe...
...unfamiliar are the Gauls, seeing the much-laden tenders labor shoreward, with hearing a mighty shout go up to Heaven, with hearing an answering roar from the U. S. S. Pittsburgh, with seeing some 300 picked American athletes spring ashore to the blaring strains of Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here and The Stars and Stripes Forever...
Strewn along the banks and across the bridges were the assembled multitudes-old Yale and Harvard graduates, young graduates, undergraduates, pretty girls wearing the colors of their favorites, all with lusty voices. Somewhere a big brass band was crashing out Boola Boola. Somewhere else a great shout went up. The race had begun...