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...picture of Mother Teresa that I remember from my childhood is of a short, sari-wearing woman scurrying down a red gravel path between manicured lawns. She would have in tow one or two slower-footed, sari-clad young Indian nuns. We thought her a freak. Probably we'd picked up on unvoiced opinions of our Loreto nuns. We weren't quite sure what an Albanian was except that she wasn't as fully European as our Irish nuns. Or perhaps she seemed odd to us because we had never encountered a nun who wore a sari. There was only...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MOTHER TERESA: The Saint | 6/14/1999 | See Source »

...like that guy in the ad--you know, Al, who owns his own country but drives a tow truck because he likes helping people...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Yeah, Day Traders! | 5/31/1999 | See Source »

Instead of a crew of 20 regulars, a serious presidential candidate today can expect three whole planes of reporters to follow in tow...

Author: By James Y. Stern, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Reporting for Duty: Robert Boyd Brings Decency to Four Decades of D.C. Journalism | 5/28/1999 | See Source »

That doesn't mean Congress, though, with its sheaf of documentation in tow, will be any less intent on nailing both the Clinton administration (for unpatriotic negligence) and the Chinese (for -- gasp -- espionage!). Janet Reno, no stranger to calls for her resignation, looks likelier than ever to take the fall for denying the FBI a wiretap of Los Alamos scientist Wen Ho Lee. And China's Most Favored Nation status, up for renewal by Congress in June, could finally go down as well. (Though, as Beijing correctly points out -- while denying all charges -- the U.S. couldn't have gotten...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Cox Report: Full of Familiar Embarrassments | 5/25/1999 | See Source »

...headquarters. We look for a large sign, a line, some indication of where precisely the festivities are to take place. All we find is a disorganized mob of scantily clad, wig-wearing divas, pierced, goateed deadbeats, and gelled, coifed and primped daytime drama kings, 8 by 10 glossies in tow. They're all shouting the same question we have: "Where's the contest...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Editor's Note: Fame in the Name | 4/29/1999 | See Source »

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