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Word: escorting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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After ten minutes of actual blood giving, the other nurse began closing off valves and unhooking me. She put a wad of cotton and a super-sized bandaid over the puncture. Then the nurse told me to sit up slowly and wait for an escort. A nice old lady wearing a volunteer's blue orderly coat escorted me arm-in-arm over to "the canteen." I was seated at a table and told to stay there at least 15 minutes to rest and eat crackers, cookies, and have something to drink (coffee, Coke, or Seven-Up). The wives of some...

Author: By Samuel Z. Goldhaber, | Title: And Life Blood Today at Mem Hall | 12/5/1969 | See Source »

Last Tuesday they bulldozed away everything we had built, but that was sort of expected. I spent half an hour trying to escort the last living thing in Waller Creek past the bulldozer, but it got scared when the dozen snorted, and I finally had to give up. The last living thing was a large old snapping turtle- who looked so very confused...

Author: By Larry Grisham, | Title: Administrators vs. Trees at the University of Texas | 12/3/1969 | See Source »

...overruns have immersed the whole Navy in a sea of red ink. Among the most expensive items: >-A new destroyer escort pleased the Navy so much on paper that the admirals ordered 46 in all-14 from Todd Shipyards, five from Lockheed, and 27 from Ogden Corp.'s Avondale subsidiary, which departs from tradition by launching its ships sideways, into the Mississippi River at New Orleans. After the ships were ordered, specifications were drawn and redrawn as the admirals sought scientific perfection-or were sold on new electronic gadgets. Many important parts were only in the development stage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: THE NAVY'S TURN TO SQUIRM | 11/21/1969 | See Source »

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Author: By Shirley E. Wolman, | Title: SDS Sit-In Blocks Dean; Blacks Aid May's Escape | 11/20/1969 | See Source »

...here I was, standing next to a girl whose escort had just been thrown headlong through a swinging door, and who had come storming back in to receive a chair over his shoulders. I was champing on a medium-well hamburger, swilling beer out of a pitcher and roaring "All right!" at the top of my lungs...

Author: By John L. Powers, | Title: Powers of the Press | 10/21/1969 | See Source »

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