Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...designed to take advantage of the submariner's insatiable curiosity about what is happening on the surface. Instead of the expected salvo of two depth charges, Thach heaves only one from a destroyer. The submarine skipper waits anxiously for the second charge-just as a man in bed, hearing his upstairs neighbor drop one shoe, frets sleepily as he listens for the second. The sub skipper waits and waits. Nothing happens. Curiosity becomes overpowering. At length, the curious skipper decides to take just a little peek. Up goes his periscope-wham-the other shoe...
...blues were the simple, freewheeling poetry of fresh-plowed earth and cotton fields and the taste of mountain whisky under a hot summer sun. His blues were the big city too, its tenements, its bread lines, and its cheap women sneaking out of a man's bed at midnight to steal his day's pay. When highbrow critics filed his blues under "folk music," Bill snorted: "Folk songs? I don't know what they is. I guess all songs is folk songs. I never heard no horse sing...
...found. Some ways and means: ¶ Radioactive isotopes. To find underground water, which is plentiful in the Middle East, the U.S. will supply isotopes of the kind used by oilmen to trace pipeline leaks. They could map extraordinary untapped active reservoirs, such as the hidden river below the bed of the Nile, which carries 560 billion cubic meters of water per year, or six times the flow of the mighty Nile itself...
...dinner with no decline of intellectual focus. Never eats breakfast. Is generous with money. Could organize and run even the French government. Was a choir boy . . . Has nervous blink . . Lives near Paris' Place de la Bastille (in an old building; you expect to find J.J. Rousseau sitting in bed writing when you enter...
...little flustered. A couple of minutes later, in walked Sinatra and Killer Gray. Gray called me an old bastard. Sinatra grabbed me by my shirt collar and started dragging me around." Scared witless, Byam cried on the hotel manager's shoulder and went home to bed. Not until week's end was John Byam able to get back...