Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tiny, fourth-floor walk up with a cold-water tap in the back court and one toilet to 16 families, he directs the work of his 25 missionar> women in the Paris factory districts, at Lille, in the port cities Le Havre anc Toulon - as well as a 30-bed rest home for working girls in Mont d'Halluin...
...hotel room and ordered a grand piano, on which she battered tempestuously when the mood was on her. Bored with the chef's chef-d'oeuvres. she was seen marching up to her suite with $50 worth of groceries in tow. She gave interviews from her bed, her hair like a black dustmop, her bag-rimmed eyes like the burning tips of cigars. Sometimes she actually lit up a small cigar and slunk about the room, her Magnanimous bosom heaving like a passionate surf as she flung out a flood of Italian. When informed that her first...
...lost the joy of fighting," he explained at the time. A millionaire twice over, he traded the suit of lights for blue jeans and a checkered shirt on his 6,000-acre New Castilian estate, with its 20-room, tower-topped house, marble statue of himself, and an antique bed for a restless bullfighter-16 ft. by 7 ft. Over the gate he posted his new motto: "Do nothing all day-and rest afterward." He romanced Ava Gardner, hobnobbed with Ernest Hemingway, flirted in Hollywood and Las Vegas. Last spring he married luscious Lucia Bose, Miss Italy...
...composer himself takes all such honors calmly and gratefully, as he carries put the routine of the past half century in his big house, Ainola, in the woods 25 miles north of Helsinki. He stays in bed late to read the papers, which arrive as gifts from all over the world. On the rare occasions when he receives visitors in the afternoon, he joins them at coffee cakes, cognac and a cigar. During the day he reads heavily (mostly history), listens to concerts on his powerful radio, and works. Nobody knows just what his music is like these years...
...pummel and chase them frantically up and down the three-story house, allows the boys to squirt water guns and smash toys to their hearts' content. (Idella feels the boys are working off their aggressive instincts.) Once a week the Marx brothers pile into their parents' 13-ft.-wide bed for the night. There they are treated to a bedtime-story session in which Marx spins chiller-dillers about such bad guys as a deformed villain who sautes children's eyeballs for supper. The "mean-man stories," as the children call them, are intended, says Marx, to "immunize them against...