Word: wailing
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...dominated by politically swayed factions is questionable; and the Nieman Fellows have been labeled by many newspapermen as "too idealistic to succeed." They older systems of education were idealistic, but today's keynote is realism. This changed viewpoint is the reason why many alumni taught under the older system wail loudly at the glaring lack of interest in culture at present. The spell-binders of yore are disappearing in the teaching ranks as surely as the undergraduate "dabbler" of the nineties. Harvard education is in the throes of a catharsis, and the University must expect to defend itself from...
...three-month-old baby to the neighbors. Then they started for home with little Robert, wrapped snugly in his blankets, tucked in a corner of the back seat. Suddenly the car jolted, the baby fell off the seat. When Mr. Didier stopped the car and picked him up, no wail or whimper came from the tightly wrapped flannel bundle. "He's suffocated, he's dead," cried the father...
...Yale beat Harvard. Again earlier this year the Loreleis raised their seductive wail: "make it easier for stars to come to Harvard." Bill Bingham is a young man, one whose hairs are rapidly turning gray, one who still had only one answer, No! At 1:30 o'clock Saturday he would have said it, and he would have said it again two hours later. If he had, if he did, he was not alone. Twice 10,000 men of Harvard would join him then in one triumphant chorus...
...community of interests" exists among Germany, Italy, Japan aimed at "safeguarding Europe from chaotic madness" and dedicated to "repelling an attack on the civilized world that today may come in Spain, tomorrow in the East and the day after somewhere else." 3) Setting up Hitler's annual wail for Germany's lost colonies, the Proclamation cried, "In German economic life there is only one problem filling us with sorrow for years to come: the difficulty of supplying food...
...Rose Newell, a laundress who works for a girls' school in North Tarrytown, N. Y., was walking toward the school along a wooded stretch of road at nightfall one evening last week. Suddenly, from just over her head, she heard a weird, tremulous cry, half wail, half gibber. A hissing, feathered something struck her in the eye, raked her face with cruel talons. Frightened almost out of her wits, Mrs. Newell screamed and started to run. The screech owl followed her, clawed her again before flitting back to its tree. The laundress ran into the school, stammered...