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Word: wailful (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...murder. A young man "who walked strange, like a cat" approached her on the sidewalk, looked directly into her face, then passed. She said he held his right arm down stiffly, as though he were carrying something partly up his sleeve. Five minutes later she heard shots and the wail of a car horn. Next day, learning of the double shooting, she was certain the passing stranger had been the killer. When detectives questioned her, she recalled another vital detail: she had seen a cop tagging a cream-colored car parked illegally near a fire hydrant one block from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Sam Told Me To Do It... Sam Is the Devil | 8/22/1977 | See Source »

Nearby residents learned about the escape in the time-honored way: the siren began to wail. But with the phones out, Assistant Warden Clayton Davis had to send a man those six miles by car to report the escape to the sheriff in Wartburg. Capturing the wounded prisoner Ward was no problem; he was right outside the wall. Local roads were swiftly blocked off. But prison officials needed 45 minutes before they could organize a full-scale search. With six bloodhounds in the lead, a posse started after the group, which had disappeared in the direction of Frozen Head Mountain...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: RAY'S BREAKOUT | 6/20/1977 | See Source »

...Revenge, revenge, revenge," ran the trilling wail of the women at the funeral. Revenge against whom? Many of Jumblatt's followers thought they knew the answer: they turned their wrath upon Lebanon's Christian community. At week's end security officials said that more than 250 Christians had been killed; many of them had their throats...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LEBANON: Revenge, Revenge, Revenge' | 3/28/1977 | See Source »

...night; I could not say how long. We got lost in a river of swing that night. When Benny played smooth, he conjured bright images of a giant ballroom, like the inside of a wedding cake, where ethereal couples foxtrotted and tomorrow never came. When Benny made his clarinet wail, he raised memories of dark, empty places--lonely spots where it seemed the sun would never rise. He played to the heart of Friday night, but he was always a perfect gentleman. When he came back for an encore, he told the audience in a charming, tired voice, "Thank...

Author: By George K. Sweetnam, | Title: A Spell of Style | 3/22/1977 | See Source »

...heart of the capital was under siege. Everywhere, it seemed, was the wail of sirens, snarled traffic, milling crowds, police marksmen poised on rooftops, swarms of reporters interviewing one another in the glare of floodlights. Extra guards were posted at Government buildings; on the Hill each member of Congress was offered an armed police escort. The Washington Monument was temporarily closed to visitors: it was within the range of snipers. Affairs of state moved forward-cautiously. At the end of his visit with President Carter, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin left quietly with no farewell ceremony; incoming British Prime Minister...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TERRORISM: The 38 Hours: Trial by Terror | 3/21/1977 | See Source »

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