Word: whined
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...prayer.) Down premarked roadways they headed for their planes, where ground crews were already at work. Methodically they went down their take-off check lists (the long preflight checks had been done hours before, were done anew daily) and got ready to take off with a whine and a roar. Opening padlocked metal containers and black satchels, the combat crews checked the emergency war plans they had learned by heart in daily briefings in the U.S. and in Morocco, photographic and radar pictures of their preassigned targets in Russia, routes of approach and getaway, estimates of enemy defenses and radar...
...bilious scorn, like a revolving gun turret, on everything within range: art, religion, radio, Sunday, England and, again and again, his wife and mother-in-law. As minutely venomous as a wasp, as sweepingly violent as a whirlwind, his mockery sauced with self-pity, his growl subsiding in a whine, he brings to a vast repository of grievances a commensurate repertory of abuse...
...Wheeler: The armed forces are chicken; they daren't enforce orders. But should they try, get a pressagent to whip up a frenzied campaign to save you from discipline. Carry your case to the public through press, radio, and courier where necessary. You'll win if you whine and weep. My nomination for our next "National Hero": Airman Donald Wheeler...
...Scotch, gin and beer ("I don't like the stuff, but it keeps me goin' "), and it was time for the second performance. Fats slipped on his four-carat diamond ring, sank a horseshoe-shaped diamond stickpin in a rich new tie. From the stage, the whine of an electric guitar and the bleat of a sax vibrated through the walls; the rock 'n' roll picadors were wearing down the audience. As his handlers hovered, Fats stuffed himself into a fresh, shimmering suit, then stepped daintily out of the dressing room and trotted onstage...
...nesting fever rises, Judy develops some even more outrageous symptoms. One minute she kicks her husband (Richard Conte) out of bed; the next she asks him with a pathetic whine why he always wants to sleep alone. "Look at me," she wails. "I'm a big fat cow." But she is furious when her husband does not contradict her. She is even madder when he chats at the fence with the girl next door. "You're carrying on with that-bffrllggrhaphut!" The next minute, overwhelmed by bacteriophobia, she starts scrubbing the kitchen floor for the fourth time that...