Word: bedfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...news. At the hospital door bushels of flowers arrived. Two extra operators were detailed to the telephone switchboard to answer calls concerning Mr. Valentino. (When a rumor that he was dead circulated, the calls came at the rate of 2,000 an hour.) A maid delivered an Irish linen bed spread and pillow case marked "Rudy" with a card from Jean Acker. (She was his first wife.) From Paris came a message, "Pray God night and day for your recovery." It was signed Winifred Hudnut. (She was his second wife.) "This is Pola Negri in California," said a brittle voice...
...made 121 journeys with a handbarrow full of stones up to the second floor of a building in process of construction. In the evening the muscles of my arms were swollen. I ate some potatoes roasted upon cinders and threw myself in all my clothes on to my bed: a pile of straw. At five on the Tuesday I woke and returned to work. I chafed with the terrible rage of the powerless. The padrone made me mad. The third day he said to me: 'You are too well dressed! . . .' That phrase was meant to convey an insinuation...
...Lillie Barber, sheriff of Texarkana, Ark., arose from bed, donned a kimono, opened the door in response to insistent ringing. The tall, dark, handsome man at the door spoke quietly, "Please lock me up. I have killed two men and wounded another...
...half) before Salem rejoiced and the victims, still alive and astonishingly cheerful, lay in the first aid station having their mud-caked clothes cut from their backs. In their cloth caps was scrawled this legend: "If we are dead when you find us, we are saved." Propped up in bed at home, Randolph Cobb told a terse, simple story: "We laid there till Friday morning, I guess, and then we all got victory from God except James. He failed.. We prayed on then until Sunday morning. We had only our carbide lamps. I told them I was going...
...Paris, "Excuse me," said a masked man to two pop-eyed U. S. girls crouching in their hotel bed. "Excuse me, I'm no burglar; it's a bet." The girls, breathing rapidly, blushed furiously. The voice was so pleasant. "I wagered $400," continued the mask, "that I would enter your room. If you'll turn out the light. . . ." Suddenly collecting herself, one of the girls snapped the switch, "I'll go." A black shape glided out the window; the two girls lay whispering for hours. In the morning, a house detective found a velvet mask...