Word: strolled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...little Bavarian Alpine village where the U.S. 10th Armored Division is stationed buzzed with rumors. The town of ornately painted, deep-eaved houses where G.I.s stroll, lounge and (officially) do not fraternize is Oberammergau, world-famed for its 300-year-old Passion Play. Of Oberammergau's 2,300 inhabitants, 700 are the saints, angels and Nazarenes of the awesome drama. Gossip wondered whether there would be a presentation of the Passion next year. Ticking off the names of former Pharisees and Apostles, citizens canvassed the possibilities the war had left...
Bobby Jones was no longer allowed to stroll through his home taking practice shots at imaginary golf balls, reported son Robert III. Mrs. Jones laid down the law after the great man missed an imaginary ball, dug a heroic-sized, irreplaceable divot out of the living-room...
Rummaging in the Governor's closet, he appropriated a battered hat, an exclamatory sweater knitted by Vancouver Island Indians. He won a $5 bet from Governor Wallgren that his own suit was the older (it was bought in 1939). He rose early to stroll on the wide lawns, sometimes played the piano before breakfast. Going to the Capitol, he sat down at an organ under the lofty, music-amplifying dome, launched into Beethoven's Minuet in G and the Blackhawk Waltz. Then, with the Governor and Press Secretary Charlie Ross, he sang Peggy O'Neil and Melancholy...
...death and returned to the clinic intoxicated are absolutely untrue. Nevertheless, Madame Ciano occasionally does behave in a rather bizarre way. For instance, she likes to walk around barefoot like a gipsy and occasionally at night she will jump from her window into the garden for a stroll in the park and forest...
...warm spring night, a lovely night for a stroll. As the Marquis sauntered serenely down the quiet street, two alert carabinieri passed. They sniffed. The rare and mouth-watering fragrance of the Marquis' cigaret was unmistakably American. The carabinieri exchanged an eloquent look, and strode after the Marquis. It is a black-market offense for an Italian in Rome to possess American or British cigarets. Sure enough, the carabinieri found two packs of Chesterfields in the Marquis' pockets. Into the pokey he went, for the night...