Word: snores
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...excursion trains into the maritime provinces in the spring to cheer the Japs as they munch the bored cadavers of stagnant Siberians. In short, the world is walking on its heels; it has a glassy eye and waddles like a duck; instead of the music of the spheres, the snore of nations now regales the public ear, and even the esoteric mouthing of peripatetic anarchists on route to Union Square sound on the senile eardrum of the universe like the hum of beneficent bees to an oldster, drowsing in the hot mid-summer afternoon of life. NEMESIS...
...Twentieth Century going from Chicago to New York. Charles MacArthur and Ben Hecht, the authors of "Twentieth Century," have no doubt, been influenced by Grand Hotel; the scene of action jerks back and forth from compartment to compartment giving us an illusion of what happens on trains while we snore peacefully...
Death came last week to Europe's greatest trader and trafficker in Sleep-Davison Dalziel, 74, Baron Dalziel of Wooler. From Finland's icy mountains to Egypt's torrid sands, tired travelers snore peacefully, each night, in the sleeping cars of the great company of which he was president-La Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits et des Grands Express Europeens.† Moreover Baron Dalziel was, up to the moment of his death in London last week, chairman of the British Pullman Car Co.-pioneers of such luxury services as the Pullman-Golden Arrow route between London...
...result, when the Reliance crossed the Artie circle into that portion of the globe where the sun never sets in June, July and Au gust, the Germans were able to snore comfortably through nights of broad daylight; but U. S. passengers who had not "practiced," found themselves so persistently wakeful that many were up and doing day and night for almost a week...
...thanes (so the play goes) have feasted until dawn in the smoky barn-hall at Winchester. The roast boar's head is hewn to skull and tusks. Mead has been spilled on the oak and the king's strong-thewed companions, none over 30, sprawl, snore or listen intently to the end of a long-drawn saga sung by Maccus, the harper. They thump the board with their cups at the finish. The ladies, gathered apart, lament the saga's true-loving hero...