Word: smilingly
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...Vice' jackets looked increasingly agitated in their seats. One of them looked ready to leave her tuna melt and giant chocolate chip cookie and pounce on me, the would-be assassin. So there's the Secret Service, I thought. They seemed invisible until you actually looked at them. I smiled a nice innocent smile and slid past, following our menacing bee-line towards the First Daughter and her luncheon companions. Having passed the security barrier, Chelsea looked up at us in an encouraging way and waited for our greeting...
...taken a bizarre photo of Chelsea that would make the front page the next day. It made poor Chelsea look like a cat-cornered mouse, and it earned the eager photographer a kind escort outside and a request not to re-enter. Funny, she seemed all too happy to smile effervescently with me while a Crimson editor friend captured the moment on Kodak Gold. Here's the moment...
...been in more courtrooms than any of you," he said with a smile...
...more local than national--the taped Sousa marches, the town bigwig at the mike vamping in front of an audience in elephant hats. Then Dole would come out from behind the stage, parting the polyester-blue curtain, and enact the body language of victory--thumb up, quick-flash smile, the arm that doesn't hold the pen punching the air in a go-get-'em arc. The crowd would always stand and applaud. "We love you, Bob!" someone would yell, and the unmuffled sound would echo too well, because the hall was always half empty...
...rare ghetto visit without pressing the flesh, Dole hopped out of the car and strode across the street into a local rib joint. The customers, most of them unemployed black men, answered his congenial banter with hard-eyed stares. Not five minutes later, his face fixed in a pained smile, Dole retreated to his motorcade. As he crossed what must have seemed like miles of inner-city street, he saw one smiling dark face--mine, as it turned out--and he threw an arm around my shoulder. "How ya doing?" he enthused. "Fine." I replied. "How are you doing, Senator...