Word: whined
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sweetest Christmas music Berliners have heard in more than two years had nothing to do with Bach or Handel. It was the ugly stutter of jackhammers tearing gates in the Berlin Wall, the whine of cranes removing zigzag barriers from heavily guarded crossing points. Then, late last week, the candy-stripe customs poles went up, and thousands of grinning, gift-laden West Berliners swarmed through the Wall for their first reunions with eastern sector relatives since August 1961. A long row of glowing charcoal braziers warmed the approach to the Oberbaum Bridge, and two brightly lit Christmas trees guarded...
...drove his Cadillac onto the field and rammed it into the goal posts until they finally fell down. Every evening, outside Jack the Barber's one-chair barbershop on Bunker Hill Street, scores of youngsters gather to ogle the neighborhood heroes, talking football inside. They wheedle and whine until Star Townie Halfback Nippy Nolan agrees-as he always does-to perform the stunt for which he is famous all over Charlestown. Crouching low taking a deep breath, he leaps up and cracks his head against Jack the Barber's ceiling just as hard as he can. Says Nippy...
...biggest, fastest troop lift ever attempted. For three days and three nights, the endless whine of jet engines and the thunder of a thousand propellers pierced the air at a dozen U.S. airbases from Texas to Virginia as 206 Military Air Transport Service planes hauled 15,278 soldiers to bases in Germany. Normally it would take six weeks to transport a full division overseas, even longer to get it into combat. Big Lift was designed to move a full armored division from the U.S. to Europe in 72 hours, equip it with heavy hardware "prepositioned" at depots near the front...
Across Utah's Bonneville Salt Flats whipped the piercing whine of a J47 jet engine. Technicians huddled around their electric timers. "Here he comes!" somebody shouted. A strange object that looked like a wingless jet airplane flashed into sight, roared past and disappeared, leaving waves of refracted light dancing in the brilliant desert dawn. Strapped in his cramped cockpit, Craig Breedlove, 26, pressed a button that released two colored parachutes, and the Spirit of America skidded to a halt. "All I know," he said, "is that I was moving fast." The timers told how fast: in two runs through...
Butor's crime is not his adverse opinion of the U.S: It is that he has done what no honest Frenchman should do -watered his whine. Mobile outrageously pads about 20 pages of real reporting and social commentary into a 319-page, $6 book...