Word: cot
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Leftist citizens who made their way to the French frontier, hoping to be permitted to leave Spain, were being turned back meanwhile by Leftist guards. Perhaps because Anarchists were thought to have the best stomach for such work, the Barcelona Government sent the recently jailed Anarchist leaders, Rosique and Cot, up to the French frontier to hold it against all refugees. Meanwhile, the bombers over Barcelona began dropping leaflets: "SURRENDER, OR PERISH...
Dwight Ellis' Maridor Kennels near Longmeadow, Mass, are a canine Waldorf-Astoria, with a lounge, an infirmary, a grooming room. Each dog has an individual concrete run and a little canvas-quilted cot. One of its walls carries a plaque with the names of the A. K. C. champions Dwight Ellis has raised. Judging by Daro's first showing, it will soon bear the name of DARO OF MARIDOR, first setter to win best in show at the Westminster, first American-bred to win since...
...three-month commitment. Thoroughly alarmed, Patient Carlin loudly demanded his freedom. After three anxious days, his "sister" arrived and he was able to warn her against signing the commitment which the doctors urgently advised. After two more endless days-up at 5:30 a. m., back to a sleepless cot at 8 p. m., locked away from all telephones -his "sister" came back with a Park Avenue neurologist who succeeded in getting Bernard out by agreeing to take him to a private sanatorium. En route, the shaken "patient" admitted his identity to the rescuing doctor...
...both: It's no go the picture palace; it's no go the stadium, It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums. It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension. It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever...
...people have been crowded. In its one modern hostelry, the flag bedecked Grand Hotel,* none but German and Italian staff officers and the most potent politicos may dream of finding a room. Humble war correspondents and civilians with urgent business at headquarters are lucky to find a cot in a shoe-store...