Word: strode
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...clock one morning last week, Dwight Eisenhower strode out of his mother-in-law's Denver home and headed for his Cadillac. As they do almost every morning, a group of neighborhood children swarmed around him, whooping and jumping. Ike stopped to exchange good mornings with them, but his eyes kept straying toward the car. "Goodbye," he said finally. "I gotta go fishing...
...three cars came to a halt in the village of Rhöndorf, across the Rhine from Bonn. While they waited, a tall old man, whose face is a graven image, strode down the 53 steps leading from his villa to the street. The policemen's iron heels clicked in unison and the old man, with no smile, lowered himself into the cushions of the big Mercedes. The convoy moved off, purring through vineyards and pine woods until it came to the Autobahn and merged with the traffic flowing towards the Ruhr...
Paul's greatest wish, said the story, was to see Ike, whom he admires even more than his TV-cowboy heroes. A few minutes after church services ended, a trim figure of a man strode up to the Haleys' small clapboard house in West Denver. "Good morning," said the President of the U.S. to wide-eyed Paul Haley. "I hear you want to see me." He chatted for five minutes, then slipped away before reporters and photographers could find...
Hard Pickup. Without hesitating, the ex-President strode to the desk of his old political foe, Robert A. Taft, the ailing majority leader. The two shook hands, smiled and chatted. Then Truman was ushered to the rear-row seat he occupied for ten years as a Senator. He made a little speech, remarked that he always liked the seat, because it was so close to the door and he could duck out when the going got hot. After his speech, Truman shook hands all around and moved ahead on his visitors' schedule. When a Washington Star cartoon showed...
...doctor reporting for duty at the federal hospital on the lower Mississippi was in a hurry, and he strode along the path by the levee paying no attention to the hazards. He brushed against a shower-soaked crepe myrtle, and, in an instant, his trig new Public Health Service uniform was drenched. Barely pausing, Dr. Frederick Andrew Johansen loosed a stream of expletives that he had learned as a boy among the mule skinners in Missouri. A couple of patients told the others what they had heard. From that first moment, the patients concluded that Dr. Johansen...