Word: thuds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...long est and happiest holiday. This three-day Tet had passed peacefully, unlike the nightmare of the year before, when more than 36,000 of the Communists' finest assault troops smashed into South Viet Nam's cities and towns. Then suddenly, in a whoosh of rockets and thud of mortars, the nightmare seemed about to begin again. Barely 19 hours after they had ended a self-imposed, week-long Tet truce, Communist gunners launched coordinated rocket and mortar attacks on more than 100 cities, towns and military installations throughout South Viet Nam, including the capital of Saigon...
...leaves turned brown and gold in the tangy weather that makes lyricists write of "autumn in New York." On Fifth Avenue an unending parade of shoppers canvassed the world's most elegant bazaar. The Broadway marquees touted yet another hectic season. From the Battery to The Bronx, the thud of dynamite and the roar of drills accompanied probably the greatest construction boom in the history of cities. No other metropolis in the world offered its inhabitants greater hope of material success or a wider variety of cultural rewards. Yet for all its dynamism and glamour, New York City...
Remember Judge Roy Hofheinz? He's Houston's one-man answer to P.T. Barnum, William Zeckendorf and Clint Murchison-the developer extraordinary whose projects always seem to start with a thud, then prosper with a vengeance. His Astrodome, for example. Hailed as "the Eighth Wonder of the World," the air-conditioned stadium began with a clear plastic roof. Baseball players lost fly balls in the glare, so the dome was painted. Then sunlight could not reach the grass, which withered, so artificial turf was laid down. Now everybody is happy...
...words spilled haltingly from the pulpit of Memphis' crowded Clayborn Temple A.M.E. Church: "All those in favor of ratification, stand." But the congregation's response was anything but faltering. The big Negro church rocked with happy cheers, the thud of stomping feet and the din of dancing in the aisles. "And all those opposed?" persisted T. O. Jones, the emotion-choked president of Public Works Local 1733, American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees. In their delighted and deliriously unanimous mood, the question was neither heard nor heeded by Memphis' 1,300 striking garbage...
...deaths, maids slipping into the shrubbery with the lads of their choice, the dotty and the shrewd, the pleasures of the bed and the hum of local politics-nothing escapes the chronicler's notice. But after a while the detail be comes soporific, the eye closes, and the thud is heard through the house as the book slides from...