Word: stood
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...THERE they stood in an unswerving line, hands held proudly in the air, between the radicals and the police, trying to bring reason and peace to a violent confrontation. This was Saturday. This was the Justice Department in Washington. These were the New Mobe marshals...
...couple of hundred cops began massing on E Street and 13th, right in front of the National Theatre. They all crowded around the back of a Hertz truck. One of their number stood in the back of the truck, calling out each officer's name, and then tossing to each his riot equipment-his helmet and his gas mask. It was just like the way they distribute lunches to the band during? Harvard football games, so I hung around...
...clang seemed to affirm the primitive purity of the whole effort. For an army was encamped by the bank of the Potomac, an army silent and cold and dark, waiting for the dawn to plunge its incongruous, unarmed infantry into some kind of crazy civil war battle. I stood and watched the scene, hoping like hell that this was the way things might have felt in King Henry's camp the night before the battle of Agincourt. For a moment one almost wanted to be a liberal again...
...characterize the crowd; the militants must have all been up front because they didn't seem to be in evidence. In the midst of everybody else was a button-hawker with a large, black-felt-covered board, dotted with all colors and sizes of peace buttons. A few kids stood around him trying to decide which buttons they wanted to buy. I swear, but even after the gas really started, that guy still stood there. He must have been the last person to leave the area...
...BILLY WILDER once. He and his wife were rushing out of a theatre into Shubert Alley in New York, while I stood in the shadows, waiting for a friend. Although I did not recognize him at first, he immediately attracted my attention. He was the fastest moving old man I had ever seen. He practically dragged his wife behind him as he zoomed towards 45th Street. His shoulders bobbed up and down: his cigarette slid from one corner of his month to the other: his eyes darted in every possible direction. A strange guy this Wilder...