Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...soon after dawn as is seemly, the pajama-clad small fry whoop into "Grandpa's" bedroom, bounce on his bed, shout "Merry Christmas," and dive for the bulging red stockings hanging from the mantelpiece. After breakfast (smoked sausages and scrambled eggs) the President and the immediate family motor around old Lafayette Square to the grey granite St. Thomas Episcopal Church...
...house was quiet. Mr. Doell went through the carefully furnished rooms on the lower floor. Without pausing to admire the objets d'art from the Orient and the Near East, Mr. Doell mounted the stairs. Through the open door of a bedroom he noted a rumpled bed, a blue bathrobe flung carelessly over it, on the floor a pair of men's large bedroom slippers. He peeked into a study packed with books, filing cabinets, a globe. On the floor an Assyrian water pipe, two-thirds-filled, caught...
...Doell went to the back of the house, entered the master bedroom. On a three-quarter-size bed, on top of the covers, lay the man he had come to see: Dr. Walter Engelberg, 42, secretary of the Consulate. Dr. Engelberg was dressed in an old-fashioned white nightgown, his hands folded peacefully across his chest, the fingers extended. His head had been smashed by three blows. Obliterated were two sabre scars, marks of duels. He had been dead 24 hours...
...alleged slur on Philadelphia's hotels. Casus belli: A Fred Allen radio program in which he and Program Guest Jack Haley reminisced about a little troupers' hotel in Philadelphia. Mused Haley: "My room was so small, when anyone opened the door, the doorknob got in bed with me." Allen: "My room was so small the mice were hump-backed...
Chief loss in the configuration was suffered by Rivin who lost his entire notes for an honors thesis, representing most of the studying he has done this fall. All his other books and papers, and even his bed went up in flames, while Josem came out of it with only a few belongings scorched...