Word: thwacking
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...most peculiar exhibition. At one end of a tennis court, a ball machine flings one ball after another across the net. Seated on a chair on the opposite side, a short, chubby man, racquet in hand, rises to meet each one, hitting it squarely with a looping forehand. Thwack. Thwack. The balls whiz back over the net, landing just inside the base line...
...with his men to bag their 75th rhino of the three-month dry-weather capturing season. Armed with a heavy darting rifle loaded with nerve-blocking tranquilizer, he spotted a rhino cow, moved into range and took careful aim. The dart hit the beast's shoulder with a thwack. She snorted in alarm, thundered off and collapsed twelve minutes later...
Meanwhile, the din at the Grand Canyon seems to be growing louder. Hikers claim that the thwack-thwack and droning of aircraft echo constantly through the canyon. During a five-hour walk from an overlook known as Hermit's Rest to a station near Cope's Butte, one observer counted 16 helicopters, 36 fixed- wing planes and twelve jets. The constant barrage yielded few moments of uninterrupted serenity and nothing resembling hermitism. "They remind me of a bunch of little gnats, just swarming all around," says Sharon Galbreath, who chairs the Grand Canyon branch of the Sierra Club. Concurs Fred...
Meanwhile, the din at the Grand Canyon seems to be growing louder. Hikers claim that the thwack-thwack and droning of aircraft echo constantly through the canyon. During a five-hour walk from an overlook known as Hermit's Rest to a station near Cope's Butte, one observer counted 16 helicopters, 36 fixed- wing planes and twelve jets. The constant barrage yielded few moments of uninterrupted serenity and nothing resembling hermitism. "They remind me of a bunch of little gnats, just swarming all around," says Sharon Galbreath, who chairs the Grand Canyon branch of the Sierra Club. Concurs Fred...
...afternoon was sultry, and along the deserted block of neat brick row houses in the Cobbs Creek section of West Philadelphia, an ominous calm had descended. Suddenly the thwack of rotors broke the silence. A blue-and-white Pennsylvania State Police helicopter arced in low over the roof-line. It made several passes over the street, then hovered 60 ft. above the two-story home at 6221 Osage Avenue...