Word: hi
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hello?... Oh hi. I've been waiting for your call ... (Harris leaned back in his padded leather chair.)... We've been working on that reapportionment, and I think we've got a plan now that will make everyone happy. I'd like you to stop by and take a look at it ... (Harris leaned forward, and cleaned his pipe with a letter opener.) What's that? Oh, I see ... (Harris filled his pipe with tobacco, lit it, and leaned back again.)... What you want is treasurer. There's no money in it, but look at the last four treasurers...
...wanted to talk, so debriefers were sent over to get on with the processing. Meantime, the first next-of-kin calls were being put through to the U.S. "Say, Honey, it's me," one prisoner stammered. "I hope you haven't burned all your brassières." "Hi, Mom." "It's been a long time." The calls, which were to be limited to 15 minutes, averaged...
...Hi." Two of the prisoners, Navy Commander Brian Woods and Air Force Major Glendon W. Perkins, were rushed back to the U.S. immediately to see their mothers, who were critically ill. By midweek, the rest began flying home. The welcomes were short and emotional. At Virginia's Norfolk Naval Air Station, a crowd of several hundred people sang God Bless America! and Onward, Christian Soldiers as they waited in the wet night for Denton, Galanti and Navy Captain James A. Mulligan. "Hi, everybody," said Mulligan. "There's something great about kids waving American flags...
Phyllis Galanti decided to visit her mother last week in Blackstone, Va. She left her phone number with Lieut. Mike Covington, her Navy casualty assistance officer. On Saturday at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, she was clipping her West Highland terrier Tammy when the phone rang. "Hi, Phyllis," the voice said, "this is Mike. He's on the list to come out in the first bunch...
...second thought, maybe those who aren't Vic and Sade fans should stay away. The rest of us, though, may soon find ourselves referring to our offspring as "dust mop" and "down-spout," or walking through the front door at home with a soft "Hi de hi, ho de ho." · Jack Keil