Word: thunderings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Three years before Ludwig van Beethoven shook his great fist at the thunder & lightning raging outside his window and fell back dead on his bed, his Ninth (last) Symphony was given its first performance in Vienna. Beethoven, a homely, dumpy, shaggy-headed little figure, stood in the orchestra, eyes fixed on his score, awkwardly beating time. He was not the official conductor. The players had been instructed to pay him no attention. He was so deaf by that time that he could hear nothing of the great, surging music called for by the pinny, almost illegible little notes...
...sunlight of the last hour. Soon Harvard will be but the tavern where once a pleasant night was spent in a long journey. The world that lies before us is big with ruin for it has been the drill ground of feet of clay. On our horizon there is thunder as well as dawn. But the past day has been fair...
...nine, and all arrive at unity through the ability of Professor Merriman. There is the calm precision of Professor Tucker as he unravels the skein of English literature. There is Mr. De Vote reducing the sophomore to a sentimental pot pourri with his tolerant cynicism. There is the deep thunder of Professor Holcombe, inevitable and inviolate as the Monroe Doctrine, settling down over the Carribean. There is the deep rapture and breath taking enthusiasm of Professor McIlwain which sweeps the stupidity of Stephen and of the class into brighter realms. There is Edgell playing like the eternal fountains...
...four years ago, exhibited the larger and elder until he died, then brought forth his understudy, who by then weighed some 4.000 Ib. and was getting his growth. For two seasons spectators gaped at Goliath II as he was carried around the arena in a motor truck, snorting like thunder, gulping fat herring by the barrel...
...Crowd Roars (Warner). Having recorded the buzzing of airplanes, the rattle of gangster pistols, the slow thunder of artillery, the drumming of horses' hoofs, the squealing of police sirens and other disturbing decibels, it was time for the cinema to investigate the uproars of the common motor car. In this picture, the automobiles are small, slim, built for racing. Less sleek and decorative than the vehicles in which the late Wallace Reid transported himself as the hero of similar sagas about motor racing, they are more exciting and dangerous. There are three races in the course of the picture...