Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Vagabond unfolded himself creakily from his bed and silenced an impertinent alarm clock with a mighty blow. The fact that it was a bright morning penetrated his brain, and he wondered why he'd set the clock at all. A blurry glance at his desk calendar told him it was Friday, September 23. Resisting an impulse to say so what, Vag took to scrutinizing his room in order to discover what he was doing semi-awake at the depressing hour of eight-thirty. He noticed a familiar, ugly gray catalogue entitled "Official Register of Harv----." In a flash he understood...
...ghost of the Fatherland-the fear of millions that another War would throw Germany back into the misery and semi-starvation of 1918. In Nürnberg, the Sudeten Germans' "Little Führer" Konrad Henlein suddenly arrived to confer with the Big Führer, went to bed with a very bad cold. Envoys of the Great Powers were received at tea by strict Teetotaler Hitler, and British Ambassador Sir Nevile Henderson was tantalized by not being able to talk to the Dictator before so many people about anything important. Tantalized Sir Nevile remained for days...
...month confinement. According to Dr. Martin Fuchs, former Austrian Chargé d'Affaires in Paris and friend of the jailed Chancellor, Dr. Schuschnigg is now held in a tiny bedroom under the eaves of Vienna's Hotel Metropole, a stuffy, ten-foot-square cell containing only a bed, table, chair and a burly Storm Trooper who never leaves the room. "He has altered in appearance terribly. He is emaciated. His eyes are haggard. They will not let him have a razor so he has grown a tangled beard. He is obsessed with a terrible fear that he will...
...feeling kittenish. Sniffing the fragrant scent wafted over from the Botanical Gardens, she strolled up & down the edge of the concrete moat which separates animals from sightseers, squealed coquettishly to her 4,500-lb. mate, Bill, to come out and join her. But Bill had got out of bed with the wrong foot; when he came out. pointedly ignored her. Vexed, Hilda gave a loud, long trumpet. Suddenly Bill lowered his head, charged, hit Hilda broadside, knocked her tail-over-tea-kettle into the 25-ft.-deep moat, where she lay on crumpled legs, apparently paralyzed...
...keeps its old flavor. Its principal, Archibald Robinson ("Flick") Hoxton, 63, was born on the campus, the son of an associate principal of the school. Short, brown-and-silver-haired Flick Hoxton, a great Southern school athlete, got his nickname either from his habit of lying in bed and spitting out the window or from his extraordinary quickness of hand. Standing at the blackboard before his class, he used absentmindedly to place five or six pieces of chalk on the back of his hand, toss them in the air and catch them...