Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...comparatively short span of six months, seen both his stubbornness and his pride vindicated." At the Paris conference, recalled London's conservative Daily Telegraph, "Mr. Dulles stood out from his other ministerial colleagues like a gnarled tree stump, incongruously recalling the hard winds of winter among a bed of spring flowers all heralding the soft days of sunshine ahead. But the sun failed to shine. When the ministers met this week in Copenhagen, therefore, it was the gnarled tree stump that seemed congruous and seasonal, with the spring flowers looking and sounding sadly out of place...
...sadhus-in-training (one is an M.A. in philosophy and psychology, and several are retired government officials) rise at 4 a.m. and go to bed at 9 p.m., spend the day in prayers, lectures, exercises and devotional chants, plus the chorusing of such slogans as "Help Raise India" and "The Way to Godhood Is to Be Good, Do Good...
Cott's WNTA-TV began with a wallop. It offered quality films (The Snake Pit, Laura) three nights a week, showed them on a movie theater's continuous-program basis from 7:30 to 12:30, which let the viewer pick his time and go to bed early. In the afternoons Cott scheduled natural-science documentaries, highbrow interviews with such distinguished men as Poet Robert Frost and Dr. Jonas Salk, rebroadcasts of historic news telecasts, e.g., the famed Army-McCarthy hearings. And for its live ventures, WNTA introduced a weekly Art Ford's Jazz Party in which...
...week's end, only doctors at six Catholic and three Protestant hospitals had won their demands. That still left 90% of the doctors on strike-and they won support from an unexpected source. At one hospital, Lainze Krankenhaus, in sympathy with their doctors, bed patients went on a hunger strike...
...spanking line squall worked its way along the Florida Keys and its backlash sent a wet wind whistling into the Key Largo bedroom of Captain Tom Gifford. The stocky man in the double bed rolled over and mumbled: "Southeast wind-that means the tuna are at Cat Cay." More concerned with her own comfort, Mrs. Esther Gifford got out of bed and closed the window. "Damn that man," she grumbled. "He can't stop fishing even in his sleep...