Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Malenkov left his lieutenants to spell out the damage in detail. In an orgy of breast beating, they reported: ¶ Stockings, underwear, hats and footwear-"completely inadequate." ¶ Textiles of all sorts-"insufficient . . . badly dyed, with flaws." ¶Furniture-"unsatisfactory." ¶ Women's dresses-"poor." ¶Bed linen-"production is lower than...
...miners, child laborers, peasants, and decadent rich folks sunning at Capri. But Guttuso managed to avoid the wooden lifelessness or shrill caricatures of his less talented comrades (see below). The hit of the show was The Dying Hero, an effectively gloomy oil of a man dying on a hospital bed. Although the central figure is realistically proletarian, Guttuso rose above the level of flat political posters with his geometric handling of pillow and sheets, skillfully done in shades of off-white against a violently contrasting red drapery...
Resumption of Folly. The chronicle closes matter-of-factly and rather sadly, with an account of Churchill's defeat by the Labor Party in the elections of 1945. Churchill went to bed "in the belief that the British people would wish me to continue my work . . . However, just before dawn, I woke suddenly with a sharp stab of almost physical pain. A hitherto subconscious conviction that we were beaten broke forth and dominated my mind. All the pressure of great events, on and against which I had mentally so long maintained my 'flying speed,' would cease...
Anderson's performance this fall was particularly impressive, because he was out of school the entire spring semester of 1953 with yellow jaundice. He contracted the Illness last Feb. 1, after wrestling four matches for the varsity. Also a lacrosse player his freshman year, Anderson was in bed for ten weeks with the condition and spent another month recuperating at home...
...with everything they've got, which is mostly cheesecake. Millionaires apparently like the bait as well as most fellows, and pretty soon they are wolfing away at the door. In the end, of course, the filthy lucre loses out to nice, clean sex, and everybody goes to bed instead of to Bergdorf's. But while it lasts, the gold rush is rowdy, irreverent, and sprinkled with belly laughs...