Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Franklin Roosevelt could not go to bed gaily that night. Admirers he had by the millions, acquaintances by the thousands, advisers by the hundreds, friends by the score, but of intimates such as Louis Howe he had only one. On election night 1932, in the first hour of his triumph, he gave credit to those to whom he was most indebted: "There are two people in the United States, more than anybody else, who are responsible for the great victory. One is my old friend and associate, Colonel Louis McHenry Howe, and the other is that splendid American, Jim Farley...
...anyone-somehow, since the summer of 1934 when Louis Howe's health began seriously to fail. Franklin Roosevelt has stirred up burning bitterness against himself that was quite unnecessary. Whether Louis Howe might have prevented needless antagonism no man will ever know, for, when the President got into bed after the Gridiron dinner, Louis Howe was gone forever...
...Navarro and three policemen came into my bedroom at midnight where I was reading. I was not surprised. I said, 'I am at your orders.' General Navarro said solemnly, 'By order of the President of the Republic you are under arrest. . . .' I got out of bed and said, 'I consider myself your prisoner. I have no forces at my disposal and I do not need them. You may take me in an airplane or before a firing squad. . . .' General Navarro replied, 'I request you to prepare to accompany...
...Manhattan gave Landau a graphic description of the holy man's entourage: "He gets up very early. . . . He takes a very hot bath, and his hair is attended to with the greatest care. . . . He then goes from room to room, stops for a while in front of every bed, looks at the sleeping person, and, no doubt, directs in his own way the life of the disciple for the rest of the day. . . . He never reads books, but he knows everything. . . . Baba does not read a paper. He just goes over the headlines...
...away together. One night Mary slipped out of her house, leaving a note for George, to meet her lover. When she missed him at the rendezvous, her despair made her try to hang herself. Having allowed herself too much rope, she did not try again, but went home to bed. Meantime Sparkenbroke died of angina pectoris in his family vault. Wise Husband George, though he found his wife's farewell note, saw and understood the rope-scars on her throat, let sleeping might-have-beens...