Word: beds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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THERE was a day when the out-and-out "thriller" novel was a legitimate form of writing, when the author thought he had done his duty fully and well if his reader, upon turning the last grisly page, leapt into bed and pulled the blankets up around his ears, to quiver and quake the rest of the night. "Dracula" and "She" belonged to that school and fulfilled its requirements patly. Probably the fact of our early attachment to those volumes accounts for our disappointment in Mr. Cline's latest novel. "The Dark Chamber...
...Baker) was ice cream. . . . Changed to old shirt and work trousers, left off hat, coat and waistcoat, rolled up workshirt sleeves and fell to cutting cornstalks in the garden. Carried the corn stalks in armfuls to his vacant side lot. (The stalks were later to be spread on flower beds for winter coverage). Forked up large clods in the back garden with a spading fork. No blisters resulted, his hands being used to such work. . . . Dressed to receive his lawyer-friend John H. Clarke, onetime (1916-24) Associate Justice of the U. S. Supreme Court. They talked League of Nations...
Technique. After a person has consented to hypnotization (and consent is practically always essential) the simplest procedure is to put him in an easy posture. An easy-chair is excellent, a bed less so because it takes practice to be at ease while in bed and with a relative stranger present. The patient fixes his eyes steadily upon an object placed so that he must strain his sight slightly. A monotonous sound, as from a metronome, drum or chant aids in putting him into somnolescence. The physician may pass his hands slowly and regularly before the staring eyes. But that...
Essie Goodman, Negro maid in a smallish Manhattan hotel, at two o'clock in the afternoon, tiptoed into a room, followed by the manager and a policeman. The room was in some disorder. Photographs were littered across the bed; a few had slid down to the floor. A picture of a girl was propped up on a chair near the window and in the corner three theatrical costumes were heaped on top of a trunk. A man was kneeling by the bed, .his hands stiffly and desperately twisted together, his head pushed down against his arms...
...room he got out the photographs that had been taken of him years ago. Marceline himself had to smile a little at those merry mocking faces. Then, at four o'clock in the morning, he reached for his revolver and shot himself. His body slumped down by the bed on which the photographs were spread out; when Essie Goodman came in the first time, she went out again very quietly, because she thought he was praying...