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Word: shouting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Again, Gandhi fasted. Princes and untouchables gathered in New Delhi to glimpse the dozing little man in a loin cloth, and to hear the latest medical bulletins. This time, however, a jarring note sounded. A small crowd of unsympathetic Hindus and Sikhs began to shout: "Let Gandhi die!" From an automobile lunged Premier Jawaharlal Nehru, who is India's Johnny-on-the-spot as Fiorello LaGuardia was Manhattan's. Cried Nehru: "How dare you say that? Kill me first!" Nehru chased the dissidents down the street. Inside, Gandhi dozed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INDIA: Comeback | 1/26/1948 | See Source »

Beck, who also likes to shout, murmured...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LABOR: A Lesson for Dave | 12/15/1947 | See Source »

...heavy rain is falling silently. Five o'clock traffic is jamming the street; people are crowding past you, but you hear no sound. Newsboys in front of the building are arguing angrily over something, but you can only see the exaggerated movement of their lips as they shout at each other. ... Everything moves with the unreality of pantomime...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Miraculous Instrument | 12/8/1947 | See Source »

...Cardinals. Sam Breadon was not a shaky character. Back in 1926, when he calmly traded off Rogers Hornsby, the hero who won the first World Series St. Louis ever had, riotous fans hung crepe on Sam's office door, jumped on the running board of his car to shout insults. Sam's chilly blue eyes never flickered. He crossed up the fans again when he peddled off the great Dizzy Dean at the height of Dizzy's fame, for $185,000 (the Cubs bought a pitcher with a bad arm). Sam Breadon sold baseball heroes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Sam's Last Sale | 12/8/1947 | See Source »

...better material and much the better football players and much the better of everything with the exception of coaching . . . But there are bonfires blazing in young hearts, this day of the game . . . and somewhere on this Harvard squad there is a Swiscki or a Procter whose name will shout at you from tomorrow's headlines, for this Harvard team will win." --November...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Press | 11/22/1947 | See Source »

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