Do we not nightly jumble events and personages and times and places, as these do daily?
Of all these men and the rushing world of power they lived in, I have only a jumble of memories now.
For my own life was a jumble—irregular, crowded and intense.
A musician might extract some harmony from this chaos of noises, this jumble of sounds.
It was full of a jumble of newspapers, books, old clothes and underlinen, in bundles.
It's a sort of jumble for a modern residence, but I like it.
"Not half such a jumble as you are making of yours," smiled Elfreda.
When the waiters had moved away, "We are having a jumble sale," she announced.
His first impression was a jumble—eyes, scurrying movement, and bulk.
We needn't give any name—only a jumble of letters that spell nothing.