Towards three o'clock the low drone of the rotaries in the cellar made itself felt rather than heard; the early edition for the country was being run off.
"Jennie Baxter, Journalist"
Robert Barr
Every wind filled these level and threatened to seal the place fast; but furiously the "rotaries" attacked the choking mass, slowly it was whirled aside, and onward flowed that steady stream of supplies.
"The Iron Trail"
Rex Beach
Besides, I never did care for rotaries.
"Mr. Punch's History of the Great War"
Punch