Word: shriekingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...regulations, neither cops nor drivers heed them, nor do the pedestrians, who jaywalk and ignore traffic lights with grim fatalism. There is an incessant blowing of horns, but since all the horns sound alike (apparently having been made in the same factory), the result is a constant and unidentifiable shriek, except for horns on the cars of commissars which have a slightly varied pitch, at the first murmur of which the cops switch the manually operated traffic lights to green. Says U.S. Travel Expert John Stanton, just back from surveying the possibility of Cook's touring through Russia...
...with almost all the best parts. "At night I dreamed about being a great star like Bernhardt," she says. Nor was Bernhardt enough in those days; she also intended to be Pavlova. Her family had taken her to the Ballet Russe. "When Eglevsky leaped, I used to shriek the way other little girls did at Sinatra...
...eaves, happiness a wing ding . . . is. Excerpts: "he kissed me through a glass closed window /I ... tried to remember as the glass shattered / that this was freedom instead of death"; "the heart is a circle / shaped like a cross . . . / a mold of lava / a tender thing / a shriek in the pillow / a butterfly's wing"; "... a wine of palest color . . . / It tasted bitter as an herb used perhaps for poison / And yet I drank / believing that when I reached the bottom / it might be sweet...
...least informative. On the 100th anniversary this year of the birth of British press freedom, the Times took one horrified look at the giant journalistic world around it, and aptly concluded: "[In Britain's popular press] irresponsibility is rife. The tone of voice is a perpetual shriek. So-called brightness is all. [The popular press has descended] to ... abysmal depths of triviality and to the frankly disgusting...
...incongruity of the two ladies, the world's press thenceforth gleefully linked their names on the least pretext. Last week, Dame Edith was asked about Marilyn again, reached the end of her rope, cried: "If I hear that young woman's name again I shall shriek! Being a polite and, I hope, chivalrous woman, I said to her . . . that I hoped if she came to London she would . . . have tea with me. That is all there was to it . . . but since then my life has been made absolute hell...