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...trainees' day begins at 6 a.m. with the banging of a giant (25-ft.) drum, which rouses them from sleep in their dormitory bunk beds; each room has eight workers from different companies. They don their all-white clothes, usually sweat shirts and sweatpants, grab brooms, and clean their quarters. They then line up for a flag raising, singing Kimigayo, the national anthem...
...handsome silver-haired businessman stretched out his 6-ft. 4-in., 170-lb. frame on the metal bunk in Cell 2 B4 of "the glass house," the downtown Los Angeles jail where male prostitutes, muggers and murderers are kept in holding pens. Arriving in the custody of FBI agents around 7:30 p.m., too late for Tuesday night's dinner, he disdained the tray of eggs, hash browns and sausage that was eventually offered. Throughout the night, he rarely slept; he just stared at the dank walls of the six-bed cell, which he occupied alone, and at the thick...
...Canadian government officials are entitled to a night's stopover after nine hours of flying. Although he cannot hew to home time, Haig does manage to mitigate many of the debilitations of international travel by submitting to some supersonic pampering. He dons pajamas before climbing into a bunk on his specially equipped Boeing 707. He works in the leather easy chair of a private cabin, and afterward relaxes with friends on his staff. In one department, Haig fares worse than commercial travelers: meals on-board are reportedly very poor, but Haig, a food-is-merely-fuel type, does...
...other campus business, the interim Student Assembly yesterday received formal approval for an April 9 dunce at the Freshman Union, featuring the local rock bunk Human Sexual Response...
Though there wasn't anyone around to challenge our sincerity, we also felt obliged to prove we were true campers. One night, a bunch of us decided to steal all the underwear from the adjacent male bunk, with the long-range goal of slinging their jockey shorts from the moose antlers in the main dining room. After a day of Bach, there I was slithering across the ground like a Marine commando in sneakers and flannel night gown. My objective to provoke the cute bassoonist who slept in the top left hand bunk. My dignity: like his underwear, soon...