Word: pajama-clad
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...squad of cops deployed cautiously around an old, grey, lace-curtained house at 17 Fourth Street in the factory district of Waterbury, Conn. After the guards were set, plainclothesmen walked up the steps and pounded loudly on the front door. The downstairs lights winked on, and stocky, smiling, pajama-clad George Metesky, a 54-year-old bachelor, answered the knock. His two elderly spinster sisters watched warily in the background. George never lost his polite grin. "I think.'' he said after a few preliminary questions and answers. "I know why you fellows are here. You think...
...Anglo-French occupied Port Said, infiltrating guerrillas plastered the walls with big signs saying: DEATH IF YOU STAY. Shopkeepers closed their stores, and the hostility and resentment mounted to a peak as the first U.N. forces marched in. Yelling "British Go Home" and "Long Live Nasser," nearly 20,000 pajama-clad Egyptians crowded onto the streets and pressed against British troops standing with bayonets drawn. A few Britons jabbed out with rifle butts, but the only shooting took place in the Arab quarter, where a jeepload of French, caught in a crowd, fired, killing two boys aged twelve...
...masked men did not molest the legation women and children, or Stoffel's two attaches, who escaped to the street. To the sound of smashing wood and glass, the masked men began ransacking the big house. When the Swiss police arrived, shivering, pajama-clad Stoffel, pleading diplomatic privilege, refused to let them into the grounds. Floodlights were directed on the legation, and the area encircled with barbed wire. A hundred steel-helmeted police armed with rifles and submachine guns covered the house. Finally, at dawn, with Stoffel's permission, the police broke into the legation grounds. Following...
...morning last week, an officer pounded on the door of a house in suburban Teheran. To the full-bearded, pajama-clad man who answered, he said: "Your time is up. Get ready to move." The man in hiding was Hussein Fatemi, the hated and long sought No. 2 man and Foreign Minister in the Mossadegh regime. Fatemi had been variously reported as torn to pieces by the Teheran mobs last August, or in hiding in Cairo, Berlin, the Iranian hills. Fatemi was hauled off to jail, but on the way he was stabbed superficially by someone in a howling street...
...left to the imagination. Simpering store-window dummies posed on the uncomfortable upholstery of government-surplus furniture. A laughing two-year-old perched precariously on the back of a chaise longue; a young woman postured in leg-revealing shorts. Upstairs a sleek blonde feigned innocent sleep. In one cellar, pajama-clad parents had herded their kids into wooden FCDA shelters, as if they had just been awakened by the wail of a warning siren. In every room, dummy Americans waited for the works...