Word: whining
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...forest is a world of green-muffled silence, it is actually full of noise: the constant cry of gulls and other water birds, the chit-chatter of squirrels and chipmunks and the hum of honey bees in the warm sun, the distant buzz of a motorboat, and the whine of a power saw biting into the big trees; the drone of an airplane far overhead, the growl of a lumber truck on a steep grade, the small talk of tiny birds in the bushes, and the murmuring of a mountain stream. And at night: the goose-pimpling patter of rain...
...blare of bugles and the whine of bagpipes cut through the chilly Washington night as crack armed forces drill teams wheeled and countermarched on the floodlit White House lawn. From a bal cony watched President John F. Kennedy, and at his side was a welcome guest: Tunisia's President Habib Bourguiba, 57, the father of his young country and a staunch friend of the West...
...crews learned to live with its continual sway and shake-for the tower was designed to give with the stress of wind and wave. The men also learned to put up with the constant, ear-banging racket of water slapping against resounding steel plate, the whine of generators, the mournful complaint of one of the largest and loudest foghorns in the world. But the food was good, and there was time for recreation. Men fished for cod, killed time in the tower's hobby shops, and played pool (although the roll of the deck turned the game into something...
What concerns blunt, balding Dr. Knudsen-and many another U.S. scientist-is that the U.S., already perhaps the loudest nation in the world, is growing still noisier. Ever more numerous jet planes scream overhead, unmuffled trucks roar through city streets, sports cars whine along once placid suburban roads, and missile-age workers are being exposed to the highest and most dangerous noise levels in history. "Noise," says Physicist Knudsen, "is the bane of our existence...
...Baltic north to Mittenwald on the craggy shoulders of the Bavarian Alps, the old sounds can be heard throughout the day and much of the night, stirring nightmares of the past and mixed feelings about the future. The sounds are the bark of parade-ground sergeants, the whine of fighter planes, the far-trailing echo of strong young voices singing When the Soldiers March Through Town as a paratroop company swings along Franconian roads...