Word: hellos
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...couldn't print them-libel, you know." So his career as a reporter was short. When Bernice Freeman gave up the weekly job and began devoting all her time to the Chronicle, George fell into the habit of calling her from time to time "just to say hello." Several days ago, Boles got in touch with Reporter Freeman once again, and this time he had more than a friendly "hello"; last week his message touched off one of the biggest murder stories San Francisco papers have had in years. The murderer: George Boles...
...face, and he was jouncing up & down on his toes as if in time to a gay tune. When John stepped down from the plane with his wife Barbara, he was greeted by a hug and kiss from Mamie, a warm handclasp from his father. Said Ike quickly: "Hello, Son." A newsreel man yelled: "Put your arm around John." Ike balked. "You just go ahead," he replied, a five-star bite in his tone. "You're not directing...
...Reds built an arch of evergreen boughs, invited the G.I.s to "come on over and we will walk through the arch as brothers." At Arsenal Hill. Chinese banged pans, shuffled through the Yangko (harvest dance), while a man's voice, in good English, boomed over the loudspeaker: "Hello, G.I. The war is over. Let's sing together My Old Kentucky Home. I'll give you the beat first." Nobody took him up, so he sang alone...
...Door of the church after a service is an important test: "Some [ministers] are stiff . . . Others are so effusive and indulge in pleasantries so jocular that it looks as though they are glad to get away from . . . devotion and back into the hello and titter of the world . . . Backslapping is nowhere in order . . . And, while I am at this, let me say, 'Preacher, don't paw people, especially women...
...rolled into sight in armored cars and open infantry trucks to back up the nervous and confused People's Police (Volkspolizei or Vopos), the marchers grinned and whistled and jeered. An East German perched shakily on an idle cement mixer pointed with a sneer at a tall Vopo. "Hello, long one," he cried. "Your pants are open...