Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...high tension wires which of course destroyed it and put several towns in darkness. I also had a lady rider come down on some high tension wires. Thought she might strike them so telephoned and had power shut off. She said it was "as easy as a spring bed.'' The city fireman rescued her from her high perch ... I wanted to correct the impression that the Bonettes are believed to be the only hot air balloonists now in the business. I arise to remark there are quite a few of us left...
...latch-key into the keyhole, which was jambed full of cut-off tooth picks. Machado exclaimed "No! That can't be true! It is not possible! Did you see it?" I replied that 1 had not; but believed it was true. Then he jumped out of bed and ran to his private phone and called the Secretary of Government, Rojelio Zayas Byzan; and said "Rojelio, come to the Palace at once!-No, do not wait to shave or put on a collar or tie! Come immediately!" In less than 15 minutes Byzan entered. (He was one of the seven...
Does he know the truism that almost every successful man owes his success to the influence or inspiration of some woman? Why, then, is it unfair for her to continue to share the spoils of victory even though they no longer share the same bed...
...election night last November Charles Wayland Bryan, younger brother of the late Great Commoner, took to his bed with pneumonia but also with the knowledge that he had been elected Governor of Nebraska a third time. After his lungs cleared, heart trouble kept "Brother Charley" on his back until last week. In March died Robert Beecher Howell, Nebraska's Republican Senator, but Governor Bryan was too ill to appoint a Democratic successor; the State had to get along month after month with George William Norris as its lone Senator. Ambitious to sit in the Senate, "Brother Charley" pondered ways...
...where he was awaiting trial for falsification of bank accounts had electrified the Press. Few hours later the reporter called at the Inn, chatted with the proprietor, suggested to him that his feeble old guest was Harriman. To see for himself, the proprietor went upstairs, found "Mr. Thomas" in bed, and got nothing but denials from the old gentleman. While they were talking, a loud knock announced the arrival of Inspector King of the Nassau County police, summoned thither by the reporter. "Aren't you Mr. Harriman?" he demanded abruptly. "No, I am Mr. Thomas," was the reply...