hoarse throat

I have a hoarse throat as you might notice but otherwise I feel fine.

One day, he made some tea in the office kitchen to soothe a hoarse throat, and really liked its taste.

He had to cancel a meeting at Camp David, complaining of a stubborn cold and hoarse throat.

From the hoarse throats of machines, diesel fumes spewed.

Whatever it was, it had as good an effect on a hoarse throat as honeyed tea.

Begins with moaning in a long hoarse throat:

Other uses include treatment of "whooping cough" (pertussis), croup, and hoarse throat.

At half-past noon, Riley limped off the court on a hip that needs replacing and struggled to talk with his hoarse throat.

That identity was voiced in unison from the hoarse throats of startled men of crime: "The Shadow!"

The words rasp from his hoarse throat as he reaches the midpoint of the seaward side of the boulder.

Mr. Clinton spent the day in Williamsburg, Va., preparing for the next debate, Thursday night, and resting his hoarse throat.

When the noisy shouts and cheers from half a dozen hoarse throats had died down, Bibot, without more ado, turned to his own men at the gate.

Mr. Clinton's wife, Hillary, did more of the speaking for her husband at the rally in Richmond this morning because Mr. Clinton was still nursing a hoarse throat.

Both the Sprint and McCaw systems keep records of voices over time, to allow for gradual changes in voice, and are supposed to be able to overlook a hoarse throat or fatigue.

The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head of the serpent to its tail, the long snail-slow serpent of marching men.

Clinton Canceled Visit Mr. Clinton originally scheduled a trip to Virginia before the caucuses but canceled it after his doctor ordered him to rest because of a hoarse throat.

As she speechlessly nurses a hoarse throat on this particular day, she appears not to lord this power over anybody, preferring, perhaps, to see it as simply the love and will of God.

His hoarse throat made that note of approval sound a lot like something out of the mouth of the Frankenstein Monster; in another mood, he might have milked the effect, saying Soup Good, Fire Bad.

But there was Mr. Kerry flying from Boston to New Orleans on Friday, sipping tea for his hoarse throat and reeling off T. S. Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."

That is the main point of an exercise that comes so easily to Mr. Clinton, even with a constant hoarse throat, that he sometimes goes on just a beat too long - as when he said he lost money in a business arrangement that possibly involved his official position.