Word: doorway
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...showing of his new film, O Lucky Man!, at the Cannes Film Festival last May, Director Lindsay Anderson was incensed by the typical Cannes display of bared bosoms and battling paparazzi clamoring in front of the theater. He confronted one giggling "starlet" posing for photographers in the doorway and slapped her resoundingly on the bottom. "Get on inside and see the film," he told her, and then turned his wrath on Cannes' organizer. "This is a degenerate festival," he said. "I remember when it was fine. Now it's cheap and disgusting...
...Representative William O. Mills joined his congressional colleagues for a formal picture-taking session last week he seemed not at all troubled. Those who sat near him that day said he laughed and joked, much as he usually did. The next day, however, Mills was found sprawled in the doorway of a barn about a mile from his home in Easton. A 12-gauge shotgun lay on the floor near by. Mills had been shot once in the chest, an apparent suicide...
...recognize this house. Whose house was it, this shack crumbling to gray ugly dust in a gray rain? She did not feel like herself either, standing in the crooked doorway, ragged and dusty as the dirt road wandering before her. Who lived here? She knew she must only be on a visit; but whose clothes were these, and what was she doing in them? What was she doing here, in nowheresville, in this ragged dump anyway...
SUCH were the words of the returning P.O.W.s in a poignant scene repeated at airbases round the U.S. One after another, the P.O.W.s appeared in the doorway of a plane, saluted smartly, strode smilingly down the ramp, spoke a few words into the microphones and fell into the waiting arms of wives and families. A few kissed the ground. It was an event that will be long remembered by those who witnessed it in person or on television...
Finally, at No. 17 Chung Shan Road, there stood the gray stone building where TIME and LIFE had their offices on the sixth floor. I peered in through a grille and saw huge portraits of Lenin, Marx and Mao. The heavy bronze gates in the doorway of the building looked just the same. Even the faded gold mosaic of the lobby was just a shade grimier. Peering into the vestibule, I could see the rheumatic old elevators, still alive but having more difficulty than ever getting upstairs...