Word: companion
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...asked, "Have you fear?" Traugott replied in German, "No, I have no fear." That answer, says Traugott, seemed to surprise Castro, so Traugott added, "O.K., a little bit when you have the gun and the grenade there. Take it away." Once Traugott entered the lavatory just after Castro's companion, who called himself "Said," came out. Says Traugott: "He forgot his gun on the top of the toilet. Even if I tried to grab it and do something, it would have been total chaos, lots of people would have been killed. I just walked out and into the cockpit...
...asks Jack Young, an involuntarily retired Eastern pilot, "how can I be unsafe one day later?" Others may ask the same question. Mandatory early-retirement rules for police, prison guards and fire fighters are now apparently subject to challenge. In fact, the high court unanimously ruled in a companion case last week that the city of Baltimore must provide new, more specific reasons for its rule that fire fighters retire...
...book to book, much as they do in the vaster schemes of Trollope. In Crampton Hodnet (written around 1940 but prepared for publication only now by Pym's literary executor), one comes upon two old friends from Jane and Prudence (1953), tyrannical old Miss Doggett and her younger paid companion, the self-effacing Miss Morrow. Their props and surroundings are familiar too: the excellent women "full of good sense," the pampered Anglican priests, the warmth of a musquash coat, the bedtime balm of Ovaltine, the ultimate taste test -- does one take China tea or Indian...
...educated. Miss Doggett is about the same, a tactless, sanctimonious bully robed in purple and decorated with bespoke hats. The feather-light Crampton Hodnet is about three brief romances, two of which Miss Doggett tries to meddle with and one that she misses completely, although it involves her companion and the curate who boards with...
Nervous humor was constant, like static. A small-town politician half boasted to a companion that "in our town we've had two derailments in the last five months." He chuckled. "Neither one was carrying hazardous chemicals," he said, chuckling again. "But I think our nine lives are up," he finished, chuckling still more heartily. The Rev. Mr. Page told a joke about the Johnstown flood more than once. James Stinson, a former Green Beret, now an antiterrorism consultant, pressed a button hooked to a slide projector. "I hope this doesn't detonate anything," he said...