Word: shriek
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Behind this sudden concern for world events there are sound economic reasons. When the shooting began last fall in Europe, Hollywood uttered a piercing shriek over the decrease in its foreign revenues. Most of the belligerents forbade the export abroad of box-office receipts, but they went on piling up in the form of credits. Now Hitler is making it look as if these credits too might disappear. Result: the most frantic retrenchment in Hollywood history...
Word has slithered in that a vile shindig is to be held this Friday; that immoral pastimes such as the dance shall be indulged in; that wild revelry shall shriek through hallowed halls until the first vestiges of dawn. In other words, in an effort to laugh down the sinister smirk of finals, Leverett House is throwing a dance. For some trivial sum, you will be able to prance and dance to the music of Kent Bartlett and watch a smooth, suave exhibition of what should be (but ain't) done on the dance floor...
...snatch of a CBS broadcast that night by Newscaster Edwin C. Hill, a lurid, present-tense yarn of the long-past sinking of the Republic in 1909 - first major sea disaster in which radio was used as a distress signal: "Fog is all about . . . impenetrable murk . . . hysterical shriek . . . crash and grinding . . . frightening darkness . . . shouts and screams . . . women and children aboard ... C Q D ... C Q D*. ..." As Captain Brown recalled whatever he did hear, "they seemed terribly excited. . . . It made me sick to my stomach...
...street, a canyon between high office buildings, was suddenly filled with a flat sound like someone beating a rug. Piercing the racket was Coffman's shriek: "Corinne, don't kill me!" Corinne blazed away until the gun in her hand was empty, yanked another gun from under her coat, emptied that into the twitching, still screaming Coffman. When the racket stopped, Coffman lay still. Calmly, Corinne surrendered...
...retorted pretty Joan Todd, Radcliffe '41, her blue eyes flashing, "I didn't learn to do it on my dates with Harvard men!" She was referring to the rafter-rattling shriek which climaxes her main scene in the Student Union production of Irwin Shaw's "Bury the Dead," scheduled for Sanders Theatre tonight and tomorrow...