Word: snorting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...drop of a diminished seventh, read newspapers while the music plays, shout "à l'operé!" or "à dormir!" when the music is too polite for their tastes. Worst of all for the progressive musicians, French Dixieland fans make a practice of invading modernist concerts just to snort and bellow...
...territory that lies on the opposite side of the river from their own, Irishmen from north and south of the Boyne frequently find reason to cross the border. By far the pleasantest way to make the trip is via the Great Northern Railway lines, whose engines snort with brisk Ulster efficiency from the lazy glens of Antrim past the Mountains of Mourne. G.N.R. trains cross the border between Northern Ireland and the south up to 50 times a day. Despite the anguished howls of a clergyman who shouted at its first run: "You are transporting the souls of otherwise good...
From John L. Lewis' headquarters came only an Olympian snort: "The mountain labored and brought forth a Moody." But even Lewis could not laugh off the sad facts of how high-priced coal is being squeezed out of the market by oil and gas. Coal production has dropped from 630.6 million tons in 1947 to an estimated 440 million tons this year. The industry's 440,000 miners averaged only 3.3 days' work last week, but in the southern mines some worked less than two days...
...however. On occasion, he visits old women at a rest home in the area. "It's like a prison for them," he says. "One delightful women there the nurses consider 'silly' because she refuses candy and won't speak. When I realized she spoke French, she replied with a snort, 'I hate the stuff' and we had a fine conversation...
Every U.S. boy used to be raised on such firewater, with Injuns thrown in to boot. Any who feel like a fresh snort from the old jug could do worse than sample this Australian distillation. Wild Colonial Boys is written in standard Wild West prose; it begins banging almost from the start, and is still banging after more than 600 pages of close print. The blurb on the jacket says it "should be read by every Australian, for it casts a new light on our national heritage." For once, the b -----(for bloody) blurb is right...