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...chow, sneaking in a verboten smoke (prisoners were allotted three cigarettes a day at Lichfield-one after every meal) or standing at attention, in front of the mess hall, waiting for the rest of the detachment to dump its mess kits and fall in. They shivered slightly in the courtyard, for inmates weren't allowed field jackets above their fatigues in mid-winter...
...open gates when they were discovered by a little Italian corporal who saw the British boots under the faked uniforms. The gates swung shut. Soldiers swarmed out of the guardhouse. The comandante himself popped to his office window, screamed as though cut to the heart, bustled into the courtyard. "Swine, filth," he yelled at the P.W.s. "seducers, whoremongers, robbers! ... I who have been so noble,, so kind, so Christian, so hundred per cent generous with you filthy bastards. . . . And this is my reward. . . . How many got away...
...Lowell House in 1940, Dr. Perkins piloted the good ship through the "cold and costly" years of the war. He recalls many exacting moments: The high point of his career was Commencement Day, 1944, when seniors were leaving, the class of 1919 was having a colorful spree in Lowell courtyard, and the class of 1948 was entering. He also had a hot time Christmas of that year when someone forgot to open the chimney for the burning of the Yule log at the Christmas dinner ceremonies. Through all of this, the Perkins wit made life more bearable, for the complicated...
Next day the delegates drove along boulevards, where ill-fed Parisiennes in gay print frocks strolled beneath the blooming chestnuts, and swung through the faded green wooden gates into the courtyard of the Luxembourg Palace. A black, bullet-proof Cadillac yielded a grey, tired-looking Molotov. As the courtyard clock struck 4, an oldfashioned, boxlike Daimler arrived. Red-faced, breathing heavily, Ernie Bevin half ran up the steps as if afraid he would be late...
...courtyard's dust swirls, a grey Brahmin bull had Viva Alemán charcoaled on its sides. Above, in the open galleries, fiery Oaxaca mole, beans, hot tortillas, lemon pop covered the long tables at which the dusty, sweating politicos ate greedily. A four-piece band played...