Word: thundered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Republicans eager to steal the New Deal's thunder minimized the Hoover prestige, magnified the Hoover unpopularity. They dismissed Hoover's county organizations, said it was just the ex-President going round and round in little circles. And in California, even Hoover aides and allies indignantly denied that the ex-President's activities were political, pictured him as the intellectual leader of a cause. As for thunder-stealing, said they, the New Deal's thunder was now a low faint rumble far over the hills. But everybody recognized that, whether talking politics or philosophy...
...artillery opened up. From Far back in France, big shells roared through the sky "making the sound of thunder which accompanies sheet lightning." Each shell took 68 seconds to reach its destination in Germany after a flight of some nine miles. "The angry 'pang, pang, pang' of French 755 joined in the chorus. Their shells followed a short trajectory and made a sharper, hissing sound above us." German shells came back over, bursting far in the rear, each making a wide glow in the night...
...long windows of Pratt & Whitney's aircraft engine plant glow with an eerie, blue-green light. Through the streets of East Hartford, Conn., freight cars lumber along old trolley tracks from the plant to the New Haven Railroad. The air of the whole neighborhood palpitates with the muffled thunder of Wasps and Hornets on test stands in the research buildings. And every six seconds the white finger of the airport beacon flicks over the fleshening skeleton of a huge new factory extension growing from the main plant...
...night last week Chicago's elegant Goodman Theatre was packed to its heavy oak doors. What drew this throng was no thunder-rousing maestro or pudding-fed diva, but a pair of pale, genteel young men who plunked softly on 18th-Century-model harpsichords. Before a silver backdrop, gently lit by amber lights, they joined in deft pluck-a-pluck duets by Mozart and Bach. Occasionally they were joined by two lush lady harpsichordists in 18th-Century lace and velveteen. To all this harpsichordery their audience listened reverently, applauded with loud smacks. For they were listening...
...called Krupa plays the drums like thunder...