Word: awaited
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Spit on Her." It was in Charlotte that the worst trouble occurred-and, in a dramatic sense, it was in Charlotte that the finest victory was won. A crowd began to gather at 8:30 a.m. to await the only Negro assigned to Harding High School (three others were sent to other schools). Mrs. John Z. Warlick, small, shrill wife of a truck driver, began whipping up excitement. "It's up to you to keep her out," she told teen-age boys. At 10:30 a.m., the crowd spotted the girl: Dorothy Geraldine Counts, 15, daughter of a theology...
...Says Gabin: "Then you will be forced to become a boss. See where dishonesty can lead?" Gabin continues to enjoy his larks even after a German patrol catches them in a no-porking zone. But Bourvil, marooned in the smallness of what he is, can only sweat in fear, await the Nazi punishment-and look ahead to a life spent carrying other people's suitcases...
...last week, Rachele Mussolini stood in the family cemetery at Predappio while the body of her husband Benito Mussolini, hidden for years in a Capuchin monastery by a government conscious of its value as a symbol to neoFascists, was formally identified, then placed under a tricolor to await burial. Next day during three Masses, some 500 shouting, banner-waving Fascists broke a pledge against demonstrations, milled about the chapel, and while Rachele stood motionless, gave the blackshirt salute and knelt before the coffin. Later, Italy's old-time Duce was buried beside his blacksmith father and schoolteacher mother...
With Garcia nominated, and the Nacionalista Party thus returning to pre-Magsaysay normalcy, Manila sat back to await the convention of the opposition Liberal Party, headed by 62-year-old José Yulo, onetime Philippine correspondent for John Foster Dulles' legal firm of Sullivan & Cromwell, and co-author (with U.S. Army Major Dwight D. Eisenhower*) of the first law passed by the new Philippine commonwealth...
...city of Paris' notorious Sante prison is a grim, rectangular complex of grey buildings peopled with waiting men. Most are waiting for trial in the criminal courts; a few are awaiting freedom and the end of light sentences too short to warrant sending them to departmental prisons; a grim handful await death in the prison courtyard. At 7:30 one morning last week, all of them were awaiting the same thing-coffee. The "juice," as the prisoners call it, is passed out to them each morning just a half hour after the day shift comes on to relieve...