Word: clattering
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Leaping from his bed one night last January, Dahomey's President Hubert Maga excitedly telephoned military headquarters to report that his residence was being shelled. He soon went back to sleep. As it turned out, the tough, jolly, former schoolteacher had been aroused by the clatter of windblown coconuts pelting down on the mansion's tin roof...
...green, gold or luminous waves of grey, staining the hills blue and purple and vermilion, heaping the valleys with shimmering veils of mist. In that weird, wet Atlantic light-or so they say-the swarthy chieftains and pale queens who once ruled the five kingdoms of Celtic Ireland still clatter across country. As the island's endless sleight-of-sky creates and dissolves horizons, the landscape seems dreamily unreal. The reality of Ireland is special: it lies on a border region where tragedy and laughter, jollity and gloom, hell and the happy isles converge-and as such...
Wistful Appeal. Appearing six times a week, Ainsworth's column is as old-fashioned as handset type, but Angelenos who spend their days in the clatter and clutter of megalopolis find wistful appeal in a report that the town of Arcadia "has sounded taps for the last chicken farm within its limits," or that in La Puenta a "gargantuan battle raged over the bougainvillaea, the rose and the iris," candidates for the town's official flower (the hibiscus, a dark horse...
...dining hall, meanwhile, House members generally forgot about the illness and queued up for seconds as usual. Only occasional envious remarks about the great food at Quincy House" interrupted the clatter of silverware and the gargle of the automatic milk machine...
Belgian Cement Worker Albert Verbrugghe was driving his wife and another woman down a quiet street in the copper town of Jadotville one day last week, when he suddenly heard the clatter of gunfire. Pulling the triggers for no apparent reason were nervous Indian troops of the advancing United Nations force. Verbrugghe slammed his little Volkswagen to a halt. His wife was already dead, the other woman dying. With an anguished scream. Verbrugghe stumbled out, blood streaming from a wound under his eye. "My wife is killed," he cried...