Word: mother
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wife told me a little owl fell down her chimney, and that he was as black as a sweep; she picked him up and he fainted. She fetched brandy and gave him some in a spoon and he revived. She put him out of doors and his mother flew down and collected him. I once picked up a tawny owl after a gale; he was apparently dead, but he came round after some time spent on hot pipes. It is surprising what warmth will...
...Telephone Rang. Last October, Michael's mother, Queen Helen, was summarily commanded to vacate her Banloc villa. Rumania's blowzy, blow-torchy Communist boss and Foreign Minister Ana Pauker, her ruddiest henchmen and Yugoslavia's Tito needed a meeting place. Tito arrived in a private train protected by 1,500 crack troops and a food-taster. The servants in the villa were locked up to insure privacy, and for four days (while Rumania's top Communists rustled their own food and made their own beds) the policymakers discussed Queen Helen's son Michael...
...Food is often used to relieve anxiety, reported Dr. Charlotte G. Babcock, lecturer in psychiatry at the University of Chicago. Example: a mother, because she identifies herself with her child, is anxious until he is satisfied and feels more comfortable after giving a crying baby a bottle. On the other hand, some people may refuse food because a feeling of guilt follows the pleasure they get from satisfying hunger...
...Reporter Breslin stood at the side of U.S. 112 near Willow Run, and stuck out his thumb. He had a $50 bill, a sign that said "Rose Bowl or Bust," a box of his mother's chicken sandwiches, and letters to wirephoto bureaus along the way. At 6:30 p.m., chilled to the bone (and with $47.86 left) he got to Coldwater, Mich., 114 miles from home...
...chicken sandwiches lasted him to Missouri. The Times ran daily dispatches under his byline, datelined St. Louis ("my back is aching"), Kansas City ("tell my mother I'm fine"), Tulsa ("I can hardly wait to crawl into bed") and points west. Hundreds of letters poured in from readers. Some upbraided the Hearst organization as a bunch of cheap skates. City Editor MacLellan, pleased with his cub's performance, grunted: "Why, I didn't realize until this week that the kid has cousins near Pasadena. That'll save him money...