Word: agente
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...into Dyar's empty world. There is Hadija, an Arab prostitute, who gives him the illusion that he is capable of falling in love. There is Jack Wilcox, an American black-marketeer, who turns Dyar into an accomplice in his currency deals. There is Madame Jouvenon, the Soviet agent who hands him a fat check for "small bits of information." Before long, Dyar is able to feel that he is no longer "supremely anonymous." By the end of the novel, he has become an undeniably real person: he is hiding out on a mountain top, alone in the world...
Residents of the outside world are inclined to look upon the citizens of New York's Westchester County as the mink, martini & money set, with hardly a petty thief in a trainload. Last week George A. Williams, the New York Central Railroad's station agent at Chappaqua in northern Westchester, shattered that illusion. Agent Williams had made a painful discovery: he was losing as much as $12 a week from the "honor system" cash box on his newspaper stand. Williams bored a hole in the ceiling above the newsstand, poked the lens of a camera through, and took...
...read," he cracked.) Next day he broke even. By that time the story was in the newspapers, and New York Central officials were expressing their concern about Williams' insulting Chappaqua's 700 commuters. Surprised at all the fuss and resigned to human nature in Chappaqua, the unreimbursed agent tossed the telltale film in the furnace and philosophically dropped one last insult: "After all . . . only five out of 700 were thieves...
M.I.T. suspended Struik immediately after his indictment. The previous July he had refused to answer any of the 125 questions posed by the House Un-American Activities Committee. The charges developed from the testimony of F.B.I. agent Herbert A. Philbrick...
...clear--perhaps it was not made clear crude sense of chivalry that sent the women in first; perhaps the IBM machines in Washington practice segregation. At any rate, we men hung around in the corridor until the last of the women went through the doors. Then a bustling little agent of the government appeared and urged us to line up too--"just as if you was at a ball game waiting for tickets." With this explanation for a guide we found it surprisingly easy to form a line; then, drawing out our cards, we shuffled into the courtroom...