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Word: stewardess (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Just as I was setting down, a stewardess awakened me with the P. A. system. "Will the man with the black briefcase with the initials L. O. B. please identify himself," she said. They're onto something, I thought. They never say things like that unless they're onto something. I had it in a minute-Havana. It sounded unreal, but I was sure that if we only made it off the ground, we'd be there in a matter of hours. After two years of selling out by air I would be in the tropics, among a whole...

Author: By Richard Bock, | Title: The Aviator Getting There | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...more I thought about it, the more excited I became. We waved good-bye to Key West and landed under armed guard in Havana. All the way down, the pilot reassured us that transportation back to the States would be provided as soon as possible. The stewardess apologized for the inconvenience. I imagined businessmen bitching about Castro and Yankee matrons trembling in mortal fear of the Enemy. Someone would ask the customs man which way to the casinos...

Author: By Richard Bock, | Title: The Aviator Getting There | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...plane circled in slow and easy over the Delaware and a few dozen destroyers in mothballs, past an old army base, its barracks down to black skeletons. The wheels touched down and a stewardess told us to stay in our seats...

Author: By Richard Bock, | Title: The Aviator Getting There | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

WHEN my American Airlines flight touched down in Washington last Saturday morning the intercom snapped on and the stewardess announced in a voice straining to retain its routine cool, "Whatever your purpose in coming to Washington we hope you will have a pleasant day. On behalf of myself and the crew...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: Washington After Dark | 11/13/1969 | See Source »

...moments before the same stewardess had been chatting with a handsome executive in the seat in front of me. Both of them had relatives who had been in the Air Force, and they were swapping stories about how many times their fathers had been shot down. With a touch of one-ups-manship, the exec finally ended the conversation by describing how his father had been killed in the Korean War. The stewardess shook her head knowingly and looked back at me. She obviously had my number...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: Washington After Dark | 11/13/1969 | See Source »

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