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...paneled corridors of Manhattan's brokerage firms and investment houses, the scandal was reverberating in an atmosphere that one eminent Wall Street lawyer described as "hysteria." At blue-chip law firms, telephones rang incessantly as worried players of the multibillion-dollar business- takeover game sought advice and protection. Said a nervous Manhattan brokerage executive: "Everyone is scared to read the newspaper in case his name might be in it." Similar jitters struck in Los Angeles, where guards carefully screened visitors to the offices of one of the country's hottest investment firms, now the focus of curiosity and controversy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Going After the Crooks | 12/1/1986 | See Source »

...Derek C. Bok will never forget that evening, for it has come back to haunt him eight years later. It was a dark, spooky Halloween. Gay W. Seidman '78, president of The Harvard Crimson, was leading a gaggle of goulish editors to Bok's Elmwood St. residence. The group rang the door bell, said, "trick or treat," and eventually went...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Reporter's Notebook | 11/3/1986 | See Source »

...July 25, two weeks after Andrei was released from the hospital, he began another hunger strike. Once again he sent a telegram to Gorbachev. Two days later, as we were just about to go out, the doorbell rang, and Dr. Obukhov appeared again with his crowd of eight followers. There was something almost playful in his voice when he said, "Well, Andrei Dmitrievich, we're back for you." When I pictured them throwing Andrei down on the couch and giving him an injection again, I couldn't stand it. I said to him, "Andryushenka, just...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: At War with the KGB | 10/13/1986 | See Source »

...morning of Oct. 21 the doorbell rang. One of the most obnoxious of our guards stood at the door. "You are ordered to appear at the MVD Directorate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: At War with the KGB | 10/13/1986 | See Source »

...first stop, my other roommate, a 19 year old, needed to flex her newfound, Vermont sanctioned legality by buying some beer. She walked up to the cashier and set down the beer. He rang up the bill and didn't even look like he wanted to card her. So she looked at him, then asked, "Don't you want to see my I.D.?" He said yes, took the driver's license from her, didn't look at it and handed it back...

Author: By Victoria G.T. Bassetti, | Title: An Autumnal Adventure: Foliage in Vermont | 10/10/1986 | See Source »

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