Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Britons, Olga Nethersole is famed as a pre-War figure of Wickedness-on-the-Stage for her work in Sapho, a play she picked in 1900 because she thought it was romantic and beautiful for a love-sick bumpkin to carry a lush, mournful harlot upstairs to bed (see cut). The U. S. Press, on the other hand, decided it was shameless, stupid or funny. Miss Nethersole, a onetime governess, was tried in Manhattan on a charge of committing a public nuisance, was easily acquitted. Comedians Weber & Fields put on a burlesque of the stair-mounting scene called Sapolio. Gelett...
Miss Nethersole, far from cashing in on this priceless publicity, closed Sapho and went to bed an invalid. She never forgave the U. S. After War broke out, she joined the British Red Cross and began building a reputation of another kind. She became a crusader for Public Health, working up to a learned monograph on Milk Production & Distribution in Relation to Nutrition & Disease and calling her Hampstead retreat the Vale of Health. For all this her Commandership was last week a just reward...
...still struggling at eleven O'clock the night before the poem was due, with two or three lame lines. Finally, having searched in vain for acceptable synonyms, he sagely remarked that he considered the meaning more important than the metre. I agreed and, as he trudged off to bed, I reflected upon some reading that I had just done in the works of an author with an extraordinary facility for rhyming. This particular author is scintillating, facetious, and resourceful, but my conclusion was that the particular cante that I had been reading did not meet the fundamental requisite...
...clothing smoking and his coal afire, Driver Wilson departed in bewilderment. Firemen later extinguished the blaze. By the smoldering bed they found the charred bodies of two Negro men, one Negro woman, all devout disciples of Harlem's bald little Rev. Major J. ("Father") Divine (TIME, May 27, March n, et ante...
...Year," we said when one of them finally announced 12 o'clock. "Thanks," she said, "and a Happy New Year to you." Bells began to ring, whistles to toot and three happy drunks came tripping up Mount Auburn Street singing "The Music Goes Round and Round." We went to bed...