Word: shriekingly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...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...
...negotiations were still supposed to be in the confidential stage. But in Moscow the Finnish Delegation, headed by former Premier Dr. Juho K. Paasikivi and Labor Leader V. A. Tanner, patiently kept the negotiations going and even dined with Dictator Stalin while the whole Scandinavian press began to shriek alarm and mobilized Finland grimly strengthened her defenses. (The overtaxed Finnish National Defense Organization had an inventive brainwave, announced that "by an ingenious device" Finnish dairy separators were being converted quickly into anti-gas purifiers...
...beaux so immature and awkward she thought the Yankees must execute their men at 21. When one of these milksops announced the first defeat at Bull Run with tears in his eyes-"Our men are running, throwing away their guns and everything"-Miss Ravenel gave a shriek of joy, and then, being polite, ran upstairs to dance alone in her room...
...tremendous usefulness today if it could be produced in Fascist countries. But simply as a play it is ponderous, labored, rhetorical. For the glow of Biblical diction it substitutes "Whither away?" and other pidgin Elizabethan. For the intensity of an ancient people, it substitutes stage mobs who jabber and shriek. Music caterwauls off stage. Puffed-up actors recite puffed-up dialogue. Around a table covered with brass pitchers and pottery the King and his counsellors gather, looking like Armenians about to polish off some shish kebab...