Word: thuds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...News, drove Mary Jo Miller, Illinois physical education teacher, home from a dance, saw her safely in, drove off. Jaunty, dark-haired Mary Jo was staying with her brother, J. H. Miller, on Dallas' quiet Monte Vista Street. As she undressed in the bathroom, she heard a sudden thud, a crash of glass, from the front bedroom where she slept. It sounded like a floor lamp falling over. Mary Jo ran in, saw a suitcase on the floor, under a broken window. Something was dreadfully wrong. She ran to the rear bedroom to wake her brother. Just...
...Jimmy Cagney, who is really in his medium as the doughboy-boot-legger-bum. Out of what might be considered "just another toughie role" by many other actors Cagney has made a perfectly understandable human being swept up in a crazy era and thrown down again with a thud when that era comes to a close. Gladys George, as a considerably washed-behind-the-ears Texas Guinan, follows in Cagney's wake and gives him all the acting support he could ask for. But it is an insult to all Harvard graduates, past, present, and future, that Jeffrey Lynn...
...leaving here today and getting back home. It looks bad I tell you and I want to see my uniform is alright." "Well give me a ring before you do go to say 'Goodbye.' " "Alright, Kate-Goodbye." Sank back in my bed and that dull thud, thud in the head overtook me, the thud of wondering, imagining and trying not to wonder and imagine-the thud that has gone on continuously since that morning to this. Captain R. C. got his recall telegram and left, too. The next day was our village regatta on the river finishing with...
...hesitated to jump to the conclusion that "the fight" was going on so soon after the trial. But next day there was no doubt left. In Fleet Street, centre of London's newspaper offices, the presses were grinding out morning editions. Suddenly came a bomb's heavy thud. Part of the News-Chronicle office crumbled. No one was hurt but. when the presses were stopped, it was discovered that one story they had been running off was a gloating little piece about Michael Joseph Mason's 17-year sentence, Peter Stuart's 15 years, and their...
...life-long job, and many others grope for a summer's employment--which only causes a variety of muddy footsteps in the basement of University Hall. House dances are flitting momentarily across the weekend horizon, glowing like meteors for a brief instant before expiring with a dull thud. Employer and employee, like two antlered moose, have clashed their horns and now stand panting. Countless thousands of multi-syllabled words are gouged out of textbooks and, still squirming, are grafted into theses. Scholarship applications are sorted into neat piles, and a termbill, soon to flutter into every mailbox, is being reckoned...