Word: thud
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...body, but they are scholarly, toughened young men, and each one good in his place, They were: E. A. Pease, captain and 1; Percy Chase, 2; Franklin Remington, 3. The teams took hold of the rope, and waited for the pistol. When it popped, there was a heavy thud, as the eight men reached the floor exactly together. There was a mighty straining, and in two or three seconds the old ribbon showed to the advantage of Harvard; then it wavered, and as Columbia "heaved" it started to the blue side of the line. There was a chorus of orthographic...
...whose mind, for the moment, was bent on "grinding." It is not very soothing to the nerves to hear a wrestling match going on over one's head; to hear a long struggle, as indicated by the falling of chairs and tables, and then to know, from an awful thud and a jar which almost shakes the globes from the chandeliers, that one man has gone down and is only waiting for breath to renew the contest. As for singing and whistling, we cannot all be good first tenors, and it is said that only one man in a thousand...
...pully, every rope has its somebody tugging and pulling with might and main. Neither has the Harvidian, whom a few moments ago we saw on the streets the ideal Adonis, that dignified appearance as he scampers about in his semi-nude, airy costume. Down in the basement the dull thud of falling tenpins is heard, and in the 'cage' prospective pitchers and catchers are preparing for the base-ball season. Shut up in a room with glass doors, into which eager eyes peer, the 'Varsity' crew, bare to the waist, with muscles standing out like whip-cords, bends...
...cleft the earth to have plunged them both therein. My indignation breathed new energy into my wearied frame. A reckless, frenzy seized me. In rapid alternation my feet pressed the flying treadles. I leaned far forward, and rode at fearless speed. Great beads of perspiration fell with a dull thud to the floor. The air grew hot from the friction of my frightful velocity. With this terrible, ever-increasing momentum, something must happen. What that something would probably be became plainer every moment. The last of the line of iron posts stood exactly in front of the staring, awestruck couple...
CHUM said, "Brace up, take some beer, do you good, my old fel -" He fell with a heavy thud, the boot-jack did its work. Wearily casting myself upon the ottoman after this effective display of energy, I seized my throbbing brow with both hands and exclaimed, "Oh, what a day we've had! Chum, slowly coming to, gathers his fractured members from debris of boot jack, murmurs incoherently, "Kiss me, mother, ere I die." "Get up, you drivelling idiot," I muttered, "and for the love of heaven collect me a bottle of seltzer." Chum exits, muttering something about...