Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...luck moved fast and deviously one foggy night this week on the Chicago Great Western Railroad. On a siding at Tennant, on the Iowa plains, a freight engine crew scrambled from the cab when a steam pipe burst. With brakes somehow released, the locomotive backed into a string of cars and with reverse lever swung forward by the impact, reversed its direction. Passing its appalled engineer and fireman it swung out on to the main line, picked up a grain car ahead of it and disappeared into the mist. Up the main line at 50 m.p.h. whipped No. 34, Great...
...classical fan was heard to say the other day that he didn't like swing because he liked his music slow and easy." That is a very interesting quote, since the best swing music is played slow and easy. Somehow, and with the aid of Benny Goodman, the general misconception has arisen that music only swings when played loud and fast. That is not true. The things that the good swing musician tries to attain are relaxation and sincerity of expression. The idea of technique is secondary in jazz; that's why a good swing piano man doesn't like...
...Society of University Surgeons, meeting at Rochester, N. Y., the conclusions of his research. As long as tetanus toxin has not had time to enter the spinal cord, he said, tetanus antitoxin can neutralize the poison and check the disease. But once toxin enters the cord, it somehow becomes transformed into a new poison. "The new substance is not attacked by the present antitoxin," said Dr. Firor. In answer to questions of enthusiastic colleagues, he said that he will shortly try to prepare a second antitoxin which will cure the final stages of tetanus...
...schmalz. When tear-jerking Announcer Gabriel Heatter got to Mr. X there was a foggy sob in his voice. "On the afternoon of June 25, 1931," he lamented, "to a hospital in Jackson, Mississippi, police brought a well-dressed man who had collapsed on a city street. . . . Somewhere, somehow the link that bound him to the past had snapped. . . . The man became known as Mr. X and that man stands beside me tonight...
...voice broke then, but through tears he spoke on: "I am an old man. . . Somehow ... I must find out ... whether I have loved ones who have given me up for dead. ... I do not want to die nameless and alone...