Word: vigil
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...said we British are cold fish? All hearts went out to brave, Queenloving Mrs. E. Lightfoote of Crouch End the other day when the story of her solitary, all-night vigil outside the Palace was given to the world. And [secretly] how we all envied her! To fasten herself with chains to the railings in case she was moved during the night, and then to suffer the disappointment of falling in a fit of hysteria at the sight of a Curtain being pulled open at one of the Palace Windows shortly before seven a.m.! We lived it with...
Hottest Humans. A dozen police took up the vigil in the cramped Brooklyn apartments of the two witnesses. Police in pairs stayed with them day and night. For both menand their wives-the homecoming was a nightmare. "How can I clean house with policemen in the way?" lamented Mrs. Noto. "How can we sleep? If my husband goes to bed, one policeman sits at the bedroom door and another by the window. All they need to do is put one under...
...colonel scribbled notes on the traffic below. The crew chief began a letter to his wife: "Ma chère petite." Above us, Privateer bombers also kept vigil, waiting like Luciole's flares for a Communist attack. The French keep bombers and at least one flare plane in relays over Dienbienphu every night...
...resumed our vigil. "We are lucky tonight," said Sergeant K. "The Viets are being polite." Two hours later, it was time for us to head back to Hanoi, and Sergeant K. radioed brief word down to the defenders of Dienbienphu: "End for me. See you tomorrow." As Luciole turned homeward, the drop-zone lights blinked out save for one lone navigation beacon in the dark, a bright symbol of the garrison's famous stand...
Without neglecting their vigil, most of the night watchmen find-time for personal relaxation while they sit in their offices, their ears attuned for phone calls and sounds of misbehavior. Many of them snatch glances at their favorite magazines, when no one is looking. Dugald Livingston of the Chemistry Laboratories, however, is an individualist. Any burglar second-storying his way into Mallinokrodt on the nights when Livingstond is on duty would be greeted with the errie sound of clarinet figures echoling up and down the shadowed stairways...