Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...really something when you have to make this a news event to write about") that they wrote waspishly of his carelessness with his 20-gauge shotgun. A welltrained man with small arms, he gestured with his piece without seeming to bother about where it pointed, sat in the hunting car with his hand over its muzzle...
...North Creek in New York State's Adirondack Mountains a rattletrap huckboard jolted through the night, skidding off ruts, swaying past boulders and tree stumps, creaking and clattering through the silence of the forest. The night was black and misty. The horses were barely under control. The passenger sat tensed and hunched, eyes screwed up behind steel-rimmed spectacles, mouth clenched tight like a steel clamp beneath a prairie-dry mustache, his thoughts projected far out across a new century big with change. "Too fast?" the driver shouted. Theodore Roosevelt. Vice President of the U.S. and due before dawn...
...Your Age. At first, no one knew exactly how to treat him. When he shyly sat down in the men's bar of the King's College student union, it took all his eloquence to persuade the union president that he did indeed have a right to be in a place reserved "for students only." Once a porter tried to bar him from an examination, gruffly told him to act his age when McNair protested that he was an undergraduate. His classmates opened and closed doors for him, insisted on calling him "sir." His professors felt they might...
...were scattered over the floor. In the entrance hall, piles of string-tied boxes and suitcases teetered perilously. Around the rooms, in wild disarray, stood an unmade day bed, the cold remains of a meager meal, a collection of half-filled rum and Coca-Cola bottles. Amid it all sat a tall, heavy-shouldered man whose massive head, topped by long, reddish-brown hair, gave him the appearance of an aging lion. Contented as a man in the plushest executive suite, American Oil Billionaire Jean Paul Getty, 65, probably the world's richest private citizen, went calmly about...
...came up for trial in Paris in 1949, and for several days she sat in the dock with a "fixed expression of self-satisfied insolence" while witness after witness testified about the men and women she had betrayed. She chewed gum during the prosecutor's summing up, burst into a huff only when the judge revealed that Bleicher had confided that he slept with her only out of a sense of "duty." She was sentenced to "national indignity" and the guillotine, but because of her undeniable services to the Allies, the death sentence was set aside on appeal...