Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shortcut through the forest where the Big Bad Wolf spends his time. They accompany her along the shortcut, playing their gay flute and fiddle. When the Wolf , makes his appearance, imperfectly disguised as Goldilocks, the piglets behave as might be expected. They run home and hide under the bed. Red Riding Hood escapes...
...time the Red Shirts and the Paul Street Boys arrange to have a pitched battle for the vacant lot, Nemecsek has his promotion and an officer's cap but they do him small good. He is in bed with pneumonia, too ill to remember anything except that he will not be on hand to help. It turns out that Nemecsek does not miss the battle. He clambers out of bed, staggers desperately into the thick of the scuffle, jumps at the throat of the leader of the Red Shirts. This feat of valor does more than...
...were in the Independents, who also showed a picture by one Charles Goeller entitled Reconciliation, showing Diego Rivera and John Davison Rockefeller Sr. clasping hands in such a manner that each was thumbing his nose (see cut). A design for a new Rockefeller dime bore the motto "Oily to bed and oily to rise. . . ." The Salons of America's Poet's Dream by Columba Krebs was a woman with a raven for hair, cherries for lips, shells for ears, a lily for a hand, a swan's neck. A crucifixion scene by one Samuel Hershey included newshawks...
Last Friday night, however, when the student returned to his room after a visit next door, he found one entire pane shattered to bits, and on the bed at the opposite side of the room, the missile in question. It was an old revolver, having a large antique value, if good for no other purpose. Stuck between the hammer and the chamber was this note: "Death tonight at the fatal hour of twelve. Your friend, the Phantom...
Cambridge and Harvard have gone to bed. The Vagabond is hunched wearily in his dusty niche high on the silent rafters of Memorial Hall. The strange quiet of early morning is so intense that it pulsates sonorously, and by degrees his tired body seems to be dissolved into the infinite darkness and silence lying round about like a thick, suffocating blanket...