Word: absents
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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More recently, former U.S. Ambassador Alexander W. Weddell informed the Fran co regime he had word that a "hostile" demonstration of students was to be held before the U.S. Embassy. "No extra guards were provided, however, and even the two usually stationed in front of the Embassy were absent when the gang came up. . . ." They booed the U.S., threw stones at the Ambassador and at the U.S. emblem over the Embassy doorway. At a dinner that night, Weddell agreed with other Americans in Madrid that he had no choice but to demand an apology and to ask for his recall...
...picked up an old Haig and Haig bottle and sniffed at it absent mindedly. A rude knock on the door shattered his abstraction. He wheeled around to come face-to-face with a brand new cherub of about 17, who set down the bag he was carrying and looked around the room possessively. Vag stifled a snarl. "Are you my roommate?" the Freshman asked, amiably. Vag took the splinter of goal post off the wall, flipped his cigarette into the fireplace and strode out of the room, closing the door behind...
Somewhat the worse for academic wear, those Crimson athletes who are not service-bound return to action this week, with every winter sports squad resuming its schedule. Absent from the ranks, however, are numerous shining lights, departing either by graduation or at the behest of the gent with the long white whiskers...
...begun last November when the Senate was debating poll-tax repeal. Because a quorum was lacking, the Sergeant at Arms was ordered to arrest absent members, march them straight to the floor. A Jurney deputy captured Tennessee's Kenneth McKellar in a hotel room and made Senator McKellar feudin' mad. Last week the gentleman from Tennessee showed just how mad that...
...approximately 300 novels. Most of them reflect his nonchalant ability to record in short, spare sentences the everyday life of Frenchmen of every class and type. Built up out of thousands of small incidents, Simenon's novels never fail to show a "customary air of slow-motion absent-mindedness." But they were written-usually on his canal boat Ostrogoth)-at rates varying from four days to one month per novel. Says Simenon: "I get up at half-past five; go on deck; start typing at six, with either a bottle of brandy or white wine at my side...