Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...quartet (their last song for Godfrey: I Didn't Come to Say Hello, I Came to Say Good-Bye), also got a Sullivan offer plus a flood of nightclub bookings. But Hawaiian Singer-Hula Dancer Haleloke, a longtime Godfrey fixture, was so upset that she took to her bed. As for the writers, Godfrey said: "They just write those little cards I read from. I don't need writers unless I can find some with new ideas." After his hard day's work, Godfrey left his office on crutches (a hangover from his 1953 hip operation), accompanied...
...room cluttered with ancient furniture, presided over by Picasso's smiling sister, Doña Lola, wrapped in a sheet held together with safety pins, and flanked by two more Picasso nephews, both doctors. "Mama suffers from rheumatism and can't sleep. None of us goes to bed before 6." the family explained, then plunged into the evening's entertainment. Doctor Pablin began plucking out a lively flamenco on his guitar. Lolita sat down at the piano. In no time Juanin began a heel-stomping dance; Doctor Jaime handed around glasses of sweet Malaga wine while keeping...
...Harvard?" he asked. "Something is the matter. Numerous letters from alarmed alumni pour into the President's office every day, asking if Socialism and anarchy are on the rampage among undergraduates. When faculty members speak in the Midwest, someone always rises to ask if Harvard is really the hot-bed of hair-brained Radicalism that newspapers allege. Old grads shake their heads mournfully and agree the place is going to the dogs. Harvard is more restless, more turbulent, more individual in its thoughts than ever before...
...Mogul Emperor Akbar massacred 30,000 Rajput retainers, but failed to arrest the flight of the Rajput's famed armorers. With their families they followed their own Prince Pratap Singh into the forests, and took a solemn oath never to sleep under a roof or on a bed until Chitor was reconquered...
...suspects the answer to the question himself. On the third night his white-corpuscle count drops dangerously. He talks incoherently. The following day his fiancee and family file in for farewells. To the end, top scientists, military men and even a Congressman carry on a bitter debate around the bed of the bomb's first peacetime victim. There is a lot of the martyr-toned, bogus moralizing now fashionable among scientists and their hero-worshipers. When Novelist Masters, a former science editor and nephew of Poet Edgar Lee Masters, suggests that postwar America "lost control" of the bomb...