Word: greet
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Because they knew that she was their beloved Panditji's daughter, Indians by the thousands last week turned out to greet her. Traveling mostly by auto, Indira went from one dusty village to another in the impoverished state of Uttar Pradesh, campaigned there in the electoral district in which she herself will stand for re-election to the Lok Sabha, the lower house of Parliament. Rarely speaking for more than ten minutes, she pleaded for support for the Congress Party. "Do not cut down a tree," she said, "when it is about to bear fruit...
...pianist, a boy named Mila (Vladimir Pucholt). Mila seduces her with charming awkwardness, and in record time. Moments after they part, we jump-cut one week to her hitch-hiking. He has told her to visit him in Prague, and she is taking him at his word. His parents greet her disconnectedly. Their son is working a dance; they are watching TV. The mother is obsessed by a suitcase our heroine has brought, and this occasions some highly comic dialogue. Finally Mila gets home, and the mother insists that he sleep in the parental bed. Vaudeville erupts; the gruff teddy...
...about the nine-day state visit of Russian Premier Aleksei N. Kosygin. To reciprocate the warmth of his reception in Moscow last June, De Gaulle seemingly left nothing undone for Kosygin's return visit. Although protocol did not demand it, he himself went to Orly Airport to greet Kosygin, later received him at the presidential palace through the gold-tipped Grille du Coq, usually reserved for presidents and kings. "Vous étes le trés bienvenu," said De Gaulle, making use of a courtly French superlative to show Kosygin just how welcome...
There was no need to fret. Shortly after 10 p.m., the deluge came. By the droves, masked figures ducked in out of the rain, past the reporters and TV lights in the lobby, pushed their way into elevators, and passed the two check-in tables on their way to greet Truman and Kay at the ballroom door...
...spot like the suds on a pint of warm stout, Brown has been defying the staid frock-coat-and-homburg image of a diplomat ever since he arrived at Whitehall four months ago for his first day of work. While senior foreign officers ceremoniously gathered out front to greet the new man, Brown slipped in the back door and went to work. In what the Daily Mail has called "the hundred hair-raising days" since, Brown has gone about his job in his own quixotic way, using frankness as a rapier and leaving behind him a trail of trampled toes...