Word: strode
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...intensive-care unit after the operation, Kennedy was never left alone with the hospital staff. Ethel rested on a cot beside him, held his unfeeling hand, whispered into his now-deaf ear. His sisters, Jean Smith and Pat Lawford, hovered near by. Ted Kennedy, his shirttail flapping, strode back and forth, inspecting medical charts and asking what they meant. Outside on Lucas Street, beneath the fifth-floor window, hundreds of Angelenos gathered for the vigil; crowds were to be with Bobby Kennedy the rest of the week. A local printer rushed out 5,000 orange and black bumper stickers: PRAY...
Last week Val was as bad as her word. She strode into The Factory, pulled out a .32-cal automatic and pumped a shot into Warhol's chest. As he fought for life in a hospital, pals insisted that he had not brought it on himself. "Violence is everywhere in the air today," said Ultra Violet. "He got hurt in the big game of reality...
...several hundred prospective buyers who strode into a hangar at the Orange County, Calif., Airport last week, the temptation to snap a ghostly salute was nearly irresistible. There, wing to wing, were the great ones of World War I: the DeHavilland D.H.4 Eberhardt S.E. 5a, Nieuport 28, Pfalz D-XII and Fokker D-VII. And right near by sat a green and cream Sopwith Camel-the type that downed the Red Baron-with a cutout figure of that daredevil, Snoopy, as the Baron's fearless foe, everyone surely knows. The occasion: an auction of 29 veteran and vintage planes...
...state parliament building in Stuttgart, the capital of the big southwestern state of Baden-Württemberg. The object of the hisses paid no attention. Adolf von Thadden, 46, whose far-rightist party had just polled 10% of the vote in the Baden-Württemberg elections, strode into the building to talk with newsmen. "Despite the efforts of everyone to keep us out of the state parliament," he said, "the National Democrats have won their most beautiful victory...
...crystal chandeliers. When the tall, blue-eyed boss of the Czechoslovak Communist Party got out of his car, the crowd pressed closer for a better look and reporters broke into applause. Unaccustomed to such public displays, Alexander Dubček, 46, merely tipped his grey fedora, smiled hesitantly and strode briskly inside. More than any other man in Czechoslovakia, Dubček has planned, pleaded for and nurtured the sweeping changes that promise to alter the temper and quality of Czechoslovak life, and perhaps the nature of Communism in the rest of Eastern Europe as well...