Word: whining
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...many years ago, snow tires were little more than an oddity on U.S. highways. About all they did then was whine; now they are booming. This year the tire industry will sell 12.5 million of them compared with only 3,850,000 as recently as 1957. To keep the boom going, it has brought out a revolutionary type of snow tire: one with tiny metallic studs imbedded in the rubber to increase traction...
Regular snow tires (which no longer whine) increase traction on snow-covered roads by 50%, but the scores of tiny metallic studs-protruding about one-sixteenth of an inch from the tread -increase the new tires traction on ice by at least 180% and reduce braking distance by 70%. Although many states have long-standing regulations against permanent metallic devices on tires, many others have amended their laws to permit the studs, which are designed to wear down at the same rate as the tread so as to minimize road damage. New York has just become one of a growing...
...Washington's Mayflower Hotel, members of the city's Association of Oldest Inhabitants had just finished their 99th anniversary dinner. Suddenly, one of the guests emitted a high-pitched whine. Washington Evening Star Reporter Walter Gold leaped to his feet as if stung and dashed from the room in search of a phone. A few minutes later, the Star's night city editor gave him a message: "Holdup at Big D Liquor Store, 4173 Minnesota Avenue, N.E." With that, Reporter Gold was on his way to the story...
Gold's unsettling whine had come from a tiny radio receiver hooked to his belt. Until he began wearing it, the Star's only general assignment night reporter had to call in to his paper every half hour. Now, when a story breaks, Night City Editor John Kopeck dials a seven-digit number on the phone, hears a recorded voice say: "Thank you. Your Bellboy party will be signaled." In a matter of seconds, Gold's midriff radio, dubbed Bellboy by its manufacturer, Western Electric, sounds off. Unless Gold stops it by pushing a button, it will...
...tall, with a haunted, Gothic face framed by wimples and toques; her long, narrow hands glimmered palely against brocade and velvet gowns. If at times she seemed to have created a lifelong pose for herself, it was a graceful pose of uncommon distinction. "I don't whine," she once said. "That's why everybody thinks I am enormously rich and have a heavenly time...