Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Such a nice family," decided Staten Island neighbors soon after Dr. and Mrs. Melvin Nimer summer-rented the red brick and grey shingle house at 242 Vanderbilt Avenue. Not that neighbors saw Dr. Nimer much; he was busy as a new resident in surgery at the massive (800-bed) U.S. Public Health Service Hospital three blocks away, overlooking lower New York Harbor. But vivacious Loujean Nimer, like her husband 31 years old, was friendly. So were crew-cut Melvin Jr., 8, toddling Gregory, 2, and even five-month-old Jennifer, born shortly before the Nimers came east from Phoenix. Such...
Stranger in the Night. Home from a family picnic one day last week, the Nimers turned in early. Waking in the night, Melvin Jr. rubbed open his eyes, saw standing over his bed a strange man in overalls and white mask. The boy screamed for his mother; Loujean dashed in from the next bedroom. The stranger wheeled, flicked a knife; Loujean staggered to her bed with wounds in breast and abdomen. Slight (5 ft. 7 in.), Dr. Nimer leaped at the assailant, wrestled the man down the stairs, into the kitchen. Beside a telephone the doctor collapsed with chest...
Beside Loujean's bed was a telephone extension. Clutching her crimsoning nightgown she dialed the operator, gasped: "Please help me! Call the police! We're being murdered here!" Eight-year-old Melvin, swallowing his fright, took the phone from the trembling hand. Said he, manfully: "Tell the police I'll be waiting downstairs outside for them." Counseled the operator: "No. Stay inside. Stay by your mother...
...grocer father. A fiery Nationalist from the start, he graduated from the Afrikaans-speaking Stellenbosch University, continued his studies in Germany. Returning to South Africa as a professor in 1927, he married lively Betsy Schoombee, who boasts that none of their seven children was ever bathed or put to bed by a native servant...
...Barlow told it to the police, she had returned to their Bradford home at lunch time from the laundry where she worked, done some housework, and gone to bed right after tea. At 9:20 p.m., Barlow said, he found she had vomited in bed, so he changed the linen. She took off her sweat-soaked pajamas and went to take a bath. He dozed. At 11:20 he awoke, found her in the tub, drowned. He pulled the plug and, said he, tried artificial respiration to no avail...