Word: hidding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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That's when I made my getaway. Up the stairs past the sleeping boneless chicken, past a bowl of goldfish knitting woolen sweaters, past a lobster wearing a bib that said "Kosher," and out into the yard, where I hid in six-foot tall blades of grass which were reading copies of Pravda. I made it to my car, but to my chagrin, it was being eaten--by the very dog whose invitation to whist I had foolishly declined earlier in the afternoon...
...their valuables. They branched out to the Edsel Ford and the Lodge freeways, descending on stalled cars like army ants to rob, beat and rape terrified motorists. They devised a game called "Russian," in which one punk would knock on the door of a home while his confederates hid in the bushes; when the door opened, the whole mob would storm in, smashing furniture, beating the occupants and stealing. In late June, while partygoers at the Pontchartrain Hotel watched a fireworks display, 20 hoodlums swarmed in, snatching purses and overturning tables...
TIME'S correspondents, writers and researchers covering the 1976 Summer Olympics are obviously on the announcer's side, but some of them once had more strenuous thoughts. Staff Writer Le Anne Schreiber, who wrote the cover story, recalls the time when as a ten-year-old she hid her hair under a stocking cap and tried out for halfback on the football team of her Evanston, Ill., Catholic grammar school. "I was beating this guy out for the position," Schreiber says, "so he pulled off my cap, and the priest who was coaching the team shrieked...
...then four and one. A series of devious moves, by way of Belgrade, finally brought them to the dark hills near the Austro-Yugoslav frontier. Leading his elder son by the hand while Agnes followed with the baby, Koco trudged through the night. "Once we heard voices and we hid in a ditch," Koco recalls. "We knew that the local people sometimes turned in refugees for the reward. We stumbled along for hours. Once we almost fell into a rock quarry. When we got near the border, Agnes couldn't carry Robbie any more, so I took...
...They offered to get me to Chicago, but I had heard that these people can rob you as quick as a mosquito can bite you, so I said no. One night, a campesino from Zacatecas climbed under the fence with me, and we ran and walked and hid for three hours, with our hearts beating like drums. But we walked right into la migra [the border patrol], and the next day we were back in Mexico...