Word: corridored
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Almost any night last week a small, trim man with a boxer's nose could be seen letting himself out of an office in the Pentagon Building and striding briskly down the corridor with a brief case heavy with homework. James Forrestal had served his country conscientiously for eight years-as an anonymous assistant to Franklin Roosevelt, as Secretary of the Navy, and finally as Secretary of National Defense. His face showed no expression but a kind of habitual pugnacity. In no way did he betray the fact that he had been marked as the victim...
A.I.R.W.C.P.A. Davis has a small and untidy room-No. 5-on the second floor of the Hótel des Etats-Unis, down a corridor that is redolent with the smell of stale fried potatoes. He works there at a plain wooden table littered with typescript. He is the head of the "Association for the International Registry of World Citizens and People's Assembly." His admirers-in France they are legion-call him le petit homme. In the 26-year-old, carrot-topped, pleasant, shrewd and slightly corny Air Forces veteran they profess to see an authentic symbol...
General Fu Tso-yi, Nationalist commander in the north, shattered the city's traditional calm. For a fortnight he had been pulling his troops back from one outlying position after another. His "North China Corridor" had been chopped up into three closets-Kalgan, Peiping, Tientsin. Everything looked ready for a surrender...
...change the subject. "You," she told the Finance Minister, "have the important supplementary budget to attend to, and should not be acting like this." Retorted Izumiyama: "Who cares about the budget? I love you." Mrs. Yamashita rose from the table, with Izumiyama in pursuit. He cornered her in a corridor, vainly sought to kiss her. Finally he connected, but with a bite to the cheek instead of a kiss. Mrs. Yamashita countered with a right to the Finance Minister's head, then broke away...
...exclaimed, "he held it tight and pulled me." Miss Matsuo was saved by a bell summoning her and other Diet members, drunk or sober, to the night session, which convened at 8:47 p.m.* The Finance Minister, however, did not respond. He stretched out on a sofa in the corridor, and lay there, face up, eyes closed...