Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...heart will be buried by his mother's grave at Vilna. To capture Vilna, Marshal Pilsudski sent Poland to war in 1920, and his brain will go to the University of Warsaw, now to be known as Pilsudski University. Exhausted with much mourning, Ambassador Bullitt went to bed in Cracow...
What the Progressives only suggest every American knows at the bottom of his heart to be the unquestionable truth, a truth he shrinks from with all the repulsion he would have if he found the Loch Ness monster in his bed. The sentimental attachment of the American people for the Constitution is hard enough to explain here, but in the eyes of foreign nations it is simply unfathomable. No matter how much it is cursed as an obstacle in the way of modern and efficient government, any movement to alter it is met with the hottest of resentment. When...
...night last week Mexican soldiers buzzed over the bed of a dry lake, 7,500 ft. above the sea, smoothed out a homemade runway three miles long, marked it with flags. In the dim glare of automobile headlights and a young moon, a red monoplane was loaded with 470 gal. of gasoline, a batch of letters with "Amelia Earhart" stamps on them, six hard-boiled eggs, four sandwiches, thermos bottles of water, cocoa, tins of tomato juice...
...rate, the women decorative, did not mention the portraits of Lavalle's Daughter Alice, 14, and Son John, 10. Socialite friends. Mrs. Kermit Roosevelt and Mrs. Junius Morgan, poured tea for the reception, while his wife visited her Cincinnati kin. Next night John Lavalle slept soundly in his bed in Manhattan's Harvard Club and the critics' calm little notices of his first show in years were already in print for the Sunday supplements, when at dawn tragedy smashed insanely into John Lavalle's life...
...children, innumerable friends, no ugly furniture. By last week only two of the children had materialized, but her eight novels were a brood of legitimate offspring most mother-authors would be proud of. Her latest, A Silver Rattle, keeps up the high family average. As in Breakfast in Bed, Author Thompson's narrative method is centrifugal: her story is less a novel than a series of related pictures, not always in chronological order. But for modern readers who are not easily flustered by cinema technique, A Silver Rattle will be plain and pleasant sailing...