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Word: bed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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Meanwhile Mme. Loewenstein had flown home in another airplane to Brussels, where she was reported by servants to have gone straight to bed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BELGIUM: Loewenstein | 7/16/1928 | See Source »

Sprawling like a high-humped lizard on the bed of the Atlantic Ocean is a mighty ridge, its lazy length (about 50 degrees N. lat. to 40 degrees S. lat.) following the S-shaped outlines of the continents on either side. A sheer 9,000 feet of height, it towers in the way of deep sea fishes scurrying from Pernambuco to Benguel. Its knobby head rises curiously above the waters in the north (Azores plateau); St. Paul, Ascension Island, and Tristan da Cunha mark its southern peaks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Atlantis | 7/16/1928 | See Source »

...Manhattan, Horace F. Poor, 50, president of the Garfield National Bank, crawled out of a sick bed and wobbled to an open window. Once there, he made as if to leap out, down to the street four floors below him. As he did so, Ella Randolph, his nurse, scuttled across the room to stop him. Just as Horace Poor toppled over, she grabbed his ankles and held them so that he hung down head first, looking into the hot crowded street and waving his arms...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany: Jul. 16, 1928 | 7/16/1928 | See Source »

President asked Fisherman Ross how he had caught it. Fisherman Ross gladly explained and asked the President to come catch its grandfather. "Thank you," said the President. During the Democratic Convention, the Republican President did not go near his radio. Instead, he fished, took canoeing lessons, went to bed early...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: Office Hours | 7/9/1928 | See Source »

...Houston police chiefs feared the worst and lectured their men to refrain from oldtime Southern violence. Then, one night last week, seven men hustled the wounded Powell from his hospital bed, took him to a bridge outside the city, tied a rope around his neck, pushed him off. The dark shape at the rope's end did not stop squirming and groaning. So the rope was hauled up and tied shorter, tighter. This time there was a solid jerk and a muffled snap as the body dropped. The dead thing dangled there all night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Houston's Shame | 7/2/1928 | See Source »

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