Word: beds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Sure, I remember when the boys came to the field with everything on but their grandmother's feather-bed. They used to have three downs to make five yards in, and they only tried line bucks. If a man was under one of the pile-ups, they either buried him between two planks or used him for book-binding. Yet nearly every lad in the college came out for the team, and the squads were just as big as they...
...eleven-thirty everybody's happy. In the first place, the professional cynic rejoices that "The Student Prince," after floating around in the tepid air of optimism, comes down to earth at the end in amiable but genuine tragedy. He can go to bed reflecting that "After all..." Then, there is much for the other kind of sentimentalist is to be grateful for. He can forget that the King can no longer be a prince or student and that the charming Kathie must be another's Frau. He can remember only that the days of youth are the wisest after...
...border that charmed Leopold, that man of peace. He spent most of his life directing wars against Louis XIV, but he disliked soldiers, particularly his own, never visited a battlefield, and was embarrassed by maneuvers. The rug hung over his bed in an elaborate and jejune country place to which he retired for meditation and amour. It is said that two violin players, blindfolded with black silk handkerchiefs, fiddled at the head and foot of the bed while he was taking his pleasure. He died in 1705 and the rug passed through the estates of a series of princes. Connoisseurs...
...Birmingham, Eng,, a druggist lay in his dark bed thinking about his past day's business. He caught his breath, lay deathly still, gasped, sprang up, lit his candle, paced his floor. He pored through the telephone book, telephoned the police, rushed to a series of addresses, called up the newspapers, searched hospitals, enlisted radio. His one clue was a name, "Penn." After three days, from London came a telegram signed by a Mr. Penn, allaying his fears, telling him that the next post would return to the druggist, unopened, the box of pills into which, in his night...
...first story, however, an Englishman fights malaria, long before and long afterward, with whiskey. One day his wife finds him lying drunk in bed, "with nothing on but a sarong." She cuts his throat with a Malay sword. In another yarn, an Irishman named Gallagher gets sick with violent, devastating hiccups in mid-Indian ocean, dies-supposedly because his fat Malay mistress had uttered a curse upon him. This incident so profoundly moves one Mrs. Hamlyn (contemplating divorce) that she sits down, writes her husband: "Think kindly of me and be happy, happy, happy." The best part of this story...