Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...week's end the President, for the first time since his illness, was able to leave his bed and sit (for 15 minutes one day and half an hour the next) in a leather chair. As the President's strength continued to grow, Presidential Assistant Sherman Adams gave the Cabinet word that was good news for the U.S. and the whole free world: the President is now ready to dispose of all problems that any department head might hesitate to settle on his own authority. Gradually but persistently, Dwight Eisenhower was getting a new grip on the tiller...
...back at the kitchen door, wiping his shoes on the grass. It was only half an hour before sunrise-and again there is a change to be noted in life on the American farm. Getting up sometimes at 4:30, generally at 5, and occasionally lolling in bed until 6, Joe Moore would have been considered a slugabed by his great-grandfather, who, out of the necessity of his era, turned out at an invariable 4 a.m. When a man is working three to ten farmhands, as Sam Carver did, he must act as a sort of platoon leader, setting...
...feed in his truck, from supervising the work of a bulldozer, hired for $10 an hour, to stretching fence. The midday quitting time is 11:30 and, after a big meal, Joe stretches out on the parlor floor (which saves taking off pants and shoes to lie on a bed) for a half-hour nap to "let my eats settle." By 12:30 he is back at work. Ordinarily he stops at 6 or 7 o'clock, but in "pinchin' times" he often mans an after-supper shift, and the buckety-buck of his tractor can be heard...
...Love You." His studying done, Joe crawls into bed, reads a chapter or more of his Bible and rereads that day's letter from his girl, Ann Huffines, of nearby Rough Point, now away at David Lipscomb College in Nashville. Wrote Ann recently: "Hope you are all right and that your work is coming along all right. I surely do think about you and wish I could see you. The convention in Kansas City is not far away, I'm really excited about going. Guess I'll close for now. Be careful. I love you." Replied...
...warden found plenty of time to enjoy his poetry and his pastis. The prisoners got keys to their cells and were permitted to move about at will. Unexplained guests came and went. Rude prison fare was augmented with Epicurean delicacies. Many prison inmates began to take their breakfast in bed, and often, at the dinner hour, they wandered out for an apéritif in the village cafés. A crude guard who protested such goings-on was sternly reprimanded by Warden Billa. "These men," said the warden, "are intellectuals. This is a special case." To Billa himself...