Word: pained
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Desperate Hours alternates scenes inside Howard Bay's clever two-floored house with quick snatches at police headquarters. The invaders make half the family go to work on pain of killing the other half at the slightest peep. Nor can the Hilliards set any trap that they won't also tumble into themselves. Even the police, after they have broken the story, can't shoot things out without maybe killing Hilliards instead of hoodlums...
What's My Pain? last week made its bow on Steve Allen's Tonight program (NBC, Mon.-Fri. 11:30 p.m.1 a.m.). As the panel of "experts" postured diagnostically on the edge of their chairs, the first contestant signed in. His name: Steve Passanante. His pulse: 78. His blood pressure: normal. The panel failed in its first snap judgments (upset stomach, twisted esophagus), and time ran out before they could correctly identify the ailment (a sty). Lucky Contestant Passanante (played by Singer Steve Lawrence) won the full prize: two weeks' free hospitalization and "a year...
...Brent (Don MacLaughlin) applies a platitude with every poultice. CBS Radio boasts Guiding Light and Young Dr. Malone as well as City Hospital, "where life begins and ends . . . where around the clock, 24 hours a day, men and women are dedicated to the war against suffering and pain." There is even room for a touch of slapstick. On CBS's Professional Father, the psychologist, that stepchild of medicine, is considered a figure...
...suffered from 35% burns, started hypnotic treatment only four hours after the injury. As a result, no anesthesia was required to dull pain, even during skin grafts. With a good appetite and exercise, C. J. spent only 18 days in hospital...
...14th century conspirators surged into the palace bellowing, "Death to the tyrant!" Count Fosca (the tyrant in question) whipped out his sword and skewered the ringleader. Seconds later, Fosca felt "a sharp pain between my ribs," but instead of dropping down dead, he only spitted another brace of gizzards. Three hundred years later, the same Count Fosca "shot myself in the chest and then in the mouth"; 300 years after that, still going strong, he drew a razor across his throat, but "the lips of the gash [drew] together...only a long pink scar remained...