Word: whirr
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...best known symphony, "Ballet Mécanique," nearly precipitated a riot in Paris. The weird whirr of wood, rubber, steel was radical enough to set the audience howling with conflicting passions of admiration and disgust. But, in addition, the propeller was placed facing them. When it started its great whirling, thereby affording the symphony a sustaining tone analogous to the bass drum, the umbrellas in the front rows, together with hats, skirts, wigs of the favorably as well as the unfavorably disposed, were whisked out of repose into strange embarrassments. The "Trenton Tough" thereupon faced his sustaining tone...
...sensuously rustles and prickles. When Strauss would have it a smother of sensuality in the full, thick, velvet voices of horns and violoncellos; when he would have his wood-winds bite as with the little white teeth of Salome in the old chronicles; when the dance ends in a whirr of trills, high and shrill, darting and piercing, the conductor was heightening voice to the composer and as quick, sure-fingered, with every thread of instrumental color...
...remaining numbers by the orchestra were the Symphonic Poem "Le Rouet D'Omphale," Saint-Saens and Schumann's 4th Symphony in D minor. The first of these represents very graphically the action of a spinning wheel, commencing with the slow whirr and gradually accelerated motion and then ending with a faint high note. The Symphony, written about fifty years ago, is a passionate work, full of poetry and nature. Mr. Nikisch's conception of this and all the rest of the numbers was masterly and the whole concert well served to carry the series off to the past, gone...
...occurred to me how I should stop it. I looked at the back. No, the hammer could not be got at. I shook it well. So far from disturbing it, the motion seemed to afford it an additional stimulus. It seemed to enjoy the exercise. Clang! clang! jang! whirr! No, shaking was evidently not the thing. I must try something else. An idea came to me. I'd smother the sound. I put it in the bureau drawer. Clang! whirr! sphiz! The thing was getting serious. If the diabolical machine kept on, Boxer might wake, and then - but I wasn...
Some are content to stroll along the gold-arched avenues in quiet contemplation of the beauty of the scene; other robust natures require the exhilaration of the sharp gallop through the crisp, invigorating air; while to some the sweet-scented woods are a delight, where the whirr of the partridge or the soft whistling of the quail, followed by the quick crack of the fowling-piece and the dead thud of the victim, announce the unerring aim of the sportsman and the plumpness of the game...