Word: sidewalk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...elderly shopkeeper in Elisabethville ignored-or perhaps did not hear-a Congolese soldier's order to get off the sidewalk in front of the heavily guarded National Bank of Katanga last week. Angrily, the soldier hoisted his rifle and shot him in the back. As the man lay groaning on the pavement, Congolese troops shoved away a doctor who tried to save his life...
...still afternoon, but across the street from the Garden, the fight mob began to gather. It was always like that in the old days, when there were fights worth going to and fighters worth talking about. Then the mob gathered on Jacobs Beach, the sidewalk at 49th and Broadway. Now they sit at grey Formica tables in the Garden Cafeteria gulping matzo-ball soup, or at Jack Dempsey's bar sipping Rob Roys. Promoter Jack Solomon was in from London to see the fight. Lester Collins, ten years a manager and now a California businessman flew to New York...
...group of miners pouring money and gems into Dom João's open hands-plus a second flag-bearer team, more dancers, and the percussion band. Around the whole 2,300-member group is a thick hemp rope carried by costumed men who keep the cheering sidewalk crowds...
...test, she was tailed by a platoon of reporters and photographers. Climbing into her test car, she stalled seven times, at last put-putted off at 15 m.p.h., made a quick right turn, nearly crashing into a van, stalled at a stop street, backed over a sidewalk while making a turn, sailed through a red light, flicked on her left-turn indicator at an intersection and then drove straight across, finally parked at the test center-three feet from the curb. So sure was Miss Hunter of her innocence that she refused to heed court summonses to answer...
...shoes, strolls into a shoe store and tries on an expensive pair. "They look dark in this light," he murmurs, and permits the salesgirl to urge him toward the front door, where he carefully inspects the leather in the sunlight. A tomato, flung by an accomplice on the sidewalk, smacks him in the face. "Why, you punk!" the hero roars, and as the salesgirl stares in confusion he furiously pursues his assailant down the street and around the corner, running quite well for a man in a new pair of shoes...