Word: hid
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...guard and Charnay, still protesting, was hauled away. But in losing his job, he won a reputation on the main stem as a man who could keep a secret. Charnay once posed as a murderer's attorney to get an interview in a cell at the Tombs, hid in a French actress' stateroom closet to get an exclusive story on her "life with Mussolini...
...under training-camp discipline before they saw any fighting. General Cooke found many a plain & fancy coward: at Massachusetts' Camp Edwards, where 2,800 reluctant soldiers facing shipment to battlefronts were imprisoned in a stockade, he discovered that, to avoid going, men threw away their false teeth, hid in coal bins, jumped off harbor boats, paid up to $1,000 to civilian doctors to tell them how to fake illness. But he also found "psychopathic personalities," and among the toughest outfits: in North Africa soldiers in a crack airborne division took pot shots at Arabs to test their marksmanship...
...never very far away. He hid out in his own house at Harrison's Corners and in the bush, picked up food where he could. Once, police passed within three feet of him. Another time he was in the basement of a house in nearby Moulinette while police sleuthed around upstairs. People who sighted him, wraithlike in the night, called him "the Wandering Lama." Small boys jeeringly wrote on fences: "Lama was here...
...August they came back, went about their business as if nothing had happened. Late one night last week they prepared for an important conference in a blue-walled, chintz-curtained Hollywood apartment. Benny slipped a cocked Mauser under the bedsheets and hid a .32 in the closet. Levinson laid down a Gladstone bag containing two sawed-off shotguns. As it turned out, these arrangements proved sadly inadequate...
...once . . . that I would never know him, that here was a man whom it would be impossible to call a friend. ... No flicker of interest lifted his hooded eyelids. . . . When I looked full at him I saw nothing, nothing but a lifeless figure, wrapped in a palpable coldness that hid him as a damp cloth hides a sculptor's clay...