Word: beds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...from the front bedroom where she slept. It sounded like a floor lamp falling over. Mary Jo ran in, saw a suitcase on the floor, under a broken window. Something was dreadfully wrong. She ran to the rear bedroom to wake her brother. Just as he stepped out of bed, the whole house came apart in a blasting crash. Mary Jo and Mrs. Miller were only slightly bruised; Brother J. H. was hit on the head by a falling timber. Outside, in the Texas summer night, a car drove away...
Last week at his home in Santa Monica, next door to Norma Shearer's, Fairbanks was in bed, resting after two mild heart attacks. He had been to a football game two days before, then to dinner at his son's home. His male nurse heard the Fairbanks mastiff, Marco Polo, growling beside Fairbanks' bed, entered to find that Death, as it must to every man, had come to restless Douglas Fairbanks...
Meantime there was interminable dissatisfaction with the script. Hours were wasted while it was written on the set. Fleming confessed to a friend in the cast that at one point he thought of driving his car off a cliff he was passing, and finally went to bed for a week while M.G.M. Director Sam Wood (Good-Eye, Mr. Chips') carried...
Last week Hey wood Broun wrote his final column for the New York World-Telegram. It was a farewell to dapper little Roy Howard, who had been his boss for almost twelve years. Said Broun, polite as always, though he dictated from his bed in a Manhattan hotel, where he lay ill with grippe: "There were fights, frenzies, some praise and a lot of dough, and a good deal of fun in my relationship with Roy." Said Roy Howard, also polite, in a note appended to Broun's column: "Heywood was occasionally a bit of a headache. But like...
Last fortnight, just before his contract with the World-Telegram expired (TIME, Dec. 11), Broun signed a new contract with the New York Post. Then in Connecticut he took to his bed with bronchitis. To the World-Telegram, a few days earlier than usual, he sent his annual Christmas parable about the two old kings and the young wise man. (His great & good friend, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, once read it at a Christmas ceremony in Washington.) For the Post he wrote but one column...