Word: armed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...yards onto the White House lawn before being met by at least eight Secret Service agents and uniformed guards. Thereupon the slightly built, 35-year-old gate crasher whipped out a three-inch knife from his Bible and slashed one officer's face and another's arm. Wielding long billy clubs like cattle prods, the guards warily circled Henry, poked the knife out of his hand and forced him to the ground. They then took him off to jail; later a magistrate sent him to St. Elizabeths Hospital for psychiatric evaluation. He never did get to voice...
...hard to decide the lucky recipient of this week's "Cheer of the Week," that I chose a winner and two honorable mentions. The honorable mentions were, of course, satires on those Colgate toothpaste commercials. More printable was this week's winner, "Rip an arm off. Rip a leg off. We love football...
...each Bishop of Rome for our readers. Thus we reported that Pope Pius XI, a scholar, took special delight in mechanical contraptions and gladly accepted the gift of a dictating machine from Thomas Edison. The ascetic Pope Pius XII allowed a pet goldfinch, named Gretel, to perch on his arm each morning as he shaved. And on busy days in his office, the formal Pope Paul VI often doffed his cassock and worked in shirtsleeves...
...never held a pastoral post until Paul VI named him to the See of Florence in 1977. A brusque Tuscan with a deceptively cherubic face, Benelli has earned good marks during his 16 months in Communist-governed Florence. Even during his years as Pope Paul's front-office strong arm, he served as an able conciliator in several sharp internal church disputes. He has trouble delegating authority?a distinct problem for a Pope ?and it is thought that he would oppose needed decentralization in the church. But his adroit leadership was apparent in his role as the principal supporter...
...middle-aged blue eyes, already a bit too bloodshot for this early in the night, followed my hand as it pulled out the reporter's pad, and then narrowed. "Hey, pal, no quotes, okay? We're all friends here tonight." A simian arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into a fraternal hug; the buddy offered to buy me a drink, accepted my refusal as more sincere than I intended it, and vanished into the crowd. Not quite friends...