Word: chauffeur
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...hardboard front, members of the 70-man police unit suddenly came upon two soundproof and unheated concrete cells. Inside each one a man, clad only in filthy pajamas, lay shivering on a mattress and manacled to the walls. Three weeks after Beer Tycoon Alfred (Freddie) Heineken, 60, and his chauffeur, Ab Doderer, 57, were spirited into a van by five masked men, one of the largest manhunts in Dutch history had stumbled upon a happy ending...
...precautions were all for naught. As Heineken was leaving his office early one evening last week, three masked men suddenly jumped on him and dragged him toward an orange Peugeot minivan. When Chauffeur Ab Doderer, 57, leaped out of his bulletproof Cadillac to save his boss, he too was beaten and abducted. Coolly following a well-rehearsed plan, the criminals whizzed through downtown Amsterdam, switched to a Citroen getaway car and vanished into the night. Police later discovered bloodstains on the deserted van and two Uzi submachine guns near...
Charlie Chaplin and the Marx Brothers liked to get behind the counter and whip up their own milkshakes. Gloria Swanson often dropped by in a chauffeur-driven limousine, and celluloid myth has it that Lana Turner was discovered there (she was not). Last week, 51 years after it opened its doors and became a tinseltown landmark, Schwab's drugstore dimmed its neon sign on Sunset Boulevard for the last time. Citing financial pressure and what he called a "family dispute," Leon Schwab, 72, the brother of Founder Jack, decided it was better to close than sell. For its many...
...John Davison Rockefeller Sr. leaned forward from the back seat of his Lincoln limousine, which had been halted in Matawan, N.J., by Policeman Sproul, to answer the policeman's question. Certainly, replied Mr. Rockefeller, the officer might stand on his running board and his chauffeur ("Phillips") might overtake a speeder the officer desired to apprehend. Mr. Rockefeller sank back again into the cushions, peered out at a mile of landscape which slipped by in about one, minute, watched the officer hand their quarry a summons, handed the officer five new dimes...
...Bach on the harpsichord that offended, or his way with celestial navigation, or the servants, or the phone calls from Ronald Reagan. No: his worst affront seemed to be the custom chopped-and-stretched chauffeur-driven Cadillac with the partition and the special back-seat temperature control. It was not even the fact that William F. Buckley Jr. rides around in such a car, like a Mafia don in his land yacht, that gave some reviewers eczema. It was the way that he wrote about it, with such a blithe air of entitlement. No right-wing intellectual...