He borrowed someone's press card and brought her a drink.
The trooper was looking at the press cards in my wallet.
I got the man's full attention and flipped out my old press card.
In turn, I peeled out my old press card for her inspection.
He was probably the only cat in the country who owned a press card signed by the chief of police.
Cliff knew that the press card in his pocket should protect him.
I showed her my press card, but she merely glanced at it.
They did have their press cards; this was official business.
"I'd turn in my press card if I didn't have the guts to see it through."
You can go straight to the front, just show your press card.