Word: corridorful
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Sack Savoy. To reach them you must take a small, antiquated elevator, with a hand-operated grate and an erratic control button. It climbs slowly, cautiously--rather like the temperamental lift that displayed more personality than Julie Andrews in Thoroughly Modern Millie. The elevator opens--hopefully--onto a nondescript corridor. You pass a press room, then a secretary's office. The inner sanctum is a large room that, despite its heavy furniture, appears empty. There is an imposing mahogany desk, a matching conference table, an antique, roccoco grandfather's clock. The room is a flashback to a past generation...
Last August, when Under Secretary of State Nicholas Katzenbach imprudently told the Foreign Relations Com mittee that Johnson did not need any congressional declaration to conduct the war, McCarthy stormed out of the hearing. "This is the wildest testimony I ever heard," he told a newsman in the corridor. "There is only one thing to do -take it to the country...
...Look," said McLaughlin to the Milton Mother, "why don't you and your friends come on over to our office sometime and we'll talk this over? Okay? Come on now, let's shake hands." But the Milton Mother would not shake hands. And all the people in the corridor outside the Transportation Committee Room were watching, and Big Ed McLaughlin--who had spent nearly ten years here on the Hill as Dorchester's Representative, defending people like the Milton Mother--was very, very embarrassed...
...distance, the two biggest revisionists in the Communist bloc have not been getting along ever since Ceauseşcu declined to support the Arabs in their fight with the Israelis in June. At a gathering in the Kremlin, Tito took aside Rumanian Premier Ion Gheorghe Maurer in a corridor and upbraided him for his refusal to toe the pro-Arab line. He then went home in a fury and canceled an invitation to Ceauseşcu to visit him in Belgrade...
Watching Hope among. people, says Artist Marion Pike, a family friend, is "a most moving experience." As he ambles through a crowd, eyes light and smiles turn on in swift progression, like a series of lamps brightening up a corridor. What the crowds, large or small, recognize is not only a man who has made them laugh but one who, without sentimentality, ostentation or ballyhoo, has become a national hero. The trophy room in Hope's North Hollywood home is filled like an overendowed museum with awards, honorary degrees and gifts that would be the envy of a Nobel...