Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Christ"; Bed Reader. When Howard Hughes sold Jean Harlow to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, it helped to ripen her friendship with Paul Bern, one of MGM's ablest associate producers. Handsome, slender, melancholy, brilliant and distinguished by his profound sympathy for other people's troubles, Paul Bern was called by his friends "a motion picture Christ." The phrase had no wide currency until Labor Day, 1932-the day, two months after his marriage to Jean Harlow, that Paul Bern was found naked in his bathroom, face down and dead, with a bullet in his brain. His friends might have...
Occasionally the Professor's imagination, his instinctive sense of design and sure draughtsmanship made him antedate the modern surrealists by two generations with such a drawing as Bridget's Dream, a nightmarish wedding of nightshirts, handkerchiefs, sunbonnets and bed socks (see cut). Generally however, he preferred historical scenes like the Opening of the Erie Canal or The Casting of the Liberty Bell. The Professor viewed the problem of woman suffrage with considerable alarm. He did a satirical series of pictures on the Triumph of Women's Rights. Typical was the scene at the polling place...
...quietly at Forest Hills, L. I. where he belongs to the West Side Tennis Club but plays no tennis. His favorite relaxation is modeling clay figures in the evening. He has fashioned enough to fill a room, but always squashes them back into worthless lumps before he goes to bed...
...weeks, buy anywhere from $2,000 to $15,000 worth of goods. In the evenings she is apt to go to the Hollywood Restaurant or to Leon & Eddie's with a young male buyer she has met at a merchandise fair, while her less comely comrades go to bed at 8 o'clock. Sometimes she will be taken to the theatre by someone who wants her trade. Ugly or pretty, every buyer is continually hounded by salesmen who pop up in hotel lobbies, deliver rousing sales talks by telephone and telegram...
...keep it going, he explained that he and his wife were just stopping for the night. The Eskimos did not understand. Still trying to make conversation, he asked, "Get many ducks?" Eskimos could not understand that either. "Well," Lindbergh said at last, "guess I'll go back to bed." He closed the hatch, stretched out on his parachute, fell fast asleep, while the puzzled Eskimos floated off into the inky night...