Word: shriekings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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when "he was interrupted by a piercing shriek from Shelley." The author of Rise like lions after slumber grasped "his ruffled head between desperate hands" and staggered from the room. "Pacified with a douche of cold water and a whiff of ether," he explained that he had been staring at Mary, suddenly remembered a story about a woman who "had eyes instead of nipples, which taking hold of his mind horrified...
...swallow up a small union of hair-wash demonstrators. Caldwell men made such alleged threats as: "Nice lookin' legs you got in them silk stockings, babe. How do you think they are going to look when we break them for you?" But the hysterical women raised such a shriek that Mr. Caldwell retired. Anyhow, he soon had his hands full with his store clerks, who had revolted and were demanding an accounting of some $910,000 which they had paid to Mr. Caldwell in dues. Further embarrassing Mr. Caldwell, State officials raided a safe-deposit box and found...
...carefully selected group of workers, children and bomb-shocked neurotics huddled wide-eyed in a dark, cold bomb vault. Noises began - sirens seeming to shriek for help, bombs and ack-ack conversing terribly...
...plummeting shriek of bombs was the first warning the Germans had that there was something new over the western front. Thirty thousand feet above the battleship Gneisenau, lying camouflaged at Brest, flew U.S.-built Flying Fortresses manned by the R.A.F. They had arrived through the substratosphere, unheard and unseen in the broad daylight; they had done so because behind each of the Fortresses' four engines were turbo-superchargers, feeding them fat air to breathe in the thin heights. Though the coast below was warm and summery, the planes were frosted over with rime. They cruised serenely above the effective...
Echoes of the Business. The 19 towers of the Kremlin, the vast emptiness of the Red Square, the workers' homes in the Krasnaya Presnya section of Moscow all resounded last week to a sound they had never before echoed: the shriek and crump of bombs. They had echoed the sirens before; they had echoed the loudspeakers roaring: "Bystree, bystree, tovarishchi-Quicker, quicker, comrades." But those had been mere drills. Last week Moscow got the real business...