Word: bedstead
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wife tried to get her husband to rest quietly. Turning on her, he accused her and Russell Long of conspiring with his enemies. He became violent, had to be locked in his room. There was talk that he threw empty bottles through his window that night, and broke his bedstead. Finally, at week's end, he permitted a doctor to give him a sedative, and then, early one morning, he was carried on a stretcher into a white station wagon and driven to the airport for the trip to the Galveston hospital.* On the way, in his National Guard...
...Identity, fattened a bit by age and apparent prosperity, consists of a set of poems by Lyon Phelps, Harvard Class Poet of some time back, who recently gave a reading at the Poet's Theatre sitting on a stool in the middle of a brass bedstead...
...merely intelligent a way. For the play seems less limited for how much it leaves out of Shakespeare than for how much it puts in of Freud. Plainly, Hamlet was made for Freud, but popular Freudianism much less so for Hamlet. To put all its neuroses in one bedstead is to rob a character of his tangled richness, a story of its resonant depths, and to turn what T.S. Eliot called "the Mona Lisa of literature" into a simple blueprint. And by adhering to such things as soliloquies and ghosts, Cue for Passion never quite goes its own way either...
...asthma and high blood pressure to keep him from his order's austere regimen. His day begins at 5:30 a.m., with Mass, meditation and thanksgiving (by the rule of St. Ignatius, every Jesuit must spend four hours a day in prayer). By 9:15, with his iron bedstead curtained off, he transforms his bedroom into a study and tackles the day's work, sitting on a straight-backed chair behind a large wooden desk (another straight-backed chair for visitors and three shelves of books complete the office furnishings...
...airfield's best runway. "I think she could have done better," he grinned, "but the runway isn't quite long enough." At the auto club's Amman garage, Hussein spent days helping mount a Cadillac engine in a racing car chassis. "We call it the flying bedstead," he told a friend. After the British colonel commanding the Royal Jordanian air force taught him to fly, Amman learned to listen for the afternoon roar of the King's Vampire jet buzzing his mother's palace on his way back from a high altitude joy ride...