Word: whining
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Turning the little knobs on her gun predictor for the first time in real action, 18-year-old Private Nora Caveney matched up the pointers, cried: "On target." As the guns spat, came the high whine of German bombs, a crash. A hot, jagged bomb splinter ripped through the sandbags and struck Nora Caveney in the chest. Another girl jumped into her place; another treble cry went up: "On target...
Complete except for the crash of bombs and the whine of dive-bombers, the University had its first taste of total war last night as twelve entries of Eliot House joined in a practice blackout...
When daylight came again the bombers recommenced their deadly work on artillery emplacements and lines that were held by courage, not strength. A khaki flood was pouring on Singapore along a two-mile front between Sungei Mandai and Sungei Kranji. The sprawling suburbs of Singapore heard the whine of machine gun bullets almost constantly above the roar of strafing planes. In the whole day there were only 31 minutes free from bombing from the air. Defending artillery fire still rumbled comfortingly, but it seemed to lessen. The skies were red with the flames of burning oil tanks, and then smoke...
...nervous rattle and whine that cut through the smoky air was sad music to Oregon lumberjacks. It meant that the long, clear cry of "Timberrrr!" would soon ring out no more in the stillness of the forest-it would be drowned by the din of a mechanical buzz saw. The old hell-roaring, ripsnorting days of Jigger Jones (the Maine woodsman who could kick the knots off a spruce log with his bare feet), of loggers who slept with their axes and gouged out each other's eyes, would soon be gone forever. The Gargantuan legend of Paul Bunyan...
...last and greatest sale, that of his own country. It is a somber story of self-respect, of honor and decency being pawned to the Nazis for the price of a soft bed in a luxury hotel. It is a tale of laughter growing old and of the Judas whine of treachery taking its place. It is the record of P. G. Wodehouse, ending forty years of money-making fun with the worst joke he ever made in his life...