Word: beds
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...repeated heart attacks. Greek government officials began to carry black ties in their pockets, to be ready for official mourning the minute the boss died. It was said that during one of his attacks, last year, when doctors tried to move him to the left of the bed on which he lay, The Old Man muttered: "No, please-let me die in the center...
...Streets. Eddie didn't die. After removing some of the clotted blood from his lung, the doctors said he would play ball again. He sat up in bed and tolerantly described Ruth as a "Baseball Annie," one of an army of hero-worshiping teen-age girls who follow players around. He was kind of puzzled, though: "I don't know what got into that silly honey. Why pick on a nice guy like me?" After a second operation he learned that Ruth wasn't taking things too hard and lost his temper: "She seems to think this...
...Manhattan, the 35 staffers of Science Illustrated had just put the August issue to bed last week and were hard at work on the September issue. In the midst of the job, they were summoned from their desks to the paneled board room of Manhattan's McGraw-Hill Publishing Co. Announced Publisher Paul Montgomery: "I have a piece of bad news this morning." The news: there would not be any September issue-or any August issue, either, even though the presses were ready to roll. Without making a move to telegraph its knockout punch, McGraw-Hill had closed...
...little Jack-of-all-arts. "New York is not a city that sits down," he said. "It is not a town that sleeps . . . I am talking about a town that stands up because if it sat down it would rest, and it would think, and if it went to bed it would fall asleep and dream, and it wants neither to think nor to dream, but to divide its time upright, between the two breasts of its mother, one of which gives it alcohol and the other milk. It wants to remain standing up, to forget, forget itself, wear itself...
...years, Holt never altered his methods, nor changed his ways. He was always the amiable autocrat who collected antiques, breakfasted in his four-poster bed (George Washington had slept there), was forever popping into classrooms to see how things were going. Last week, as he said farewell, he delivered an autocrat's final warning: "If the Rollins faculty reverts to the lecture and recitation system with their inevitable grades and examinations, all of which tend to make the professor a detective and the student a bluffer, then you may hear the creaking sound as I turn over...