Word: painful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...condition of Colonel John pain. He had direct communication with the White House by telephone whenever he desired it. His physician, Albert W. Cram of Bridgewater, Vt., has visited him several times a week, going by sleigh or snow motor over the miles of snow-covered roads to Plymouth, where the snow now lies about four feet deep. Recently the Colonel arranged to lease his sugar lot, because he will be unable to harvest the maple sugar this year since he has lost the use of his legs. The sugar bush, known as "Lime Kiln Lot," because...
After a few warning twinges, the glossy blister of high prices in the New York stock market burst explosively at the prick of the rail merger ruling at Washington (see p. 28). Widespread pain was experienced by the speculating body public, as leading rail, motor, industrial and chain-store stocks oozed out 10, 20, 30, even 50, even 80 points, even 100 points.* The nerves of finance carried the anguish to distant cities...
Prince Yasuhito Chichibu-no-miya, second son of the Mikado, lay abed at Miirren, Switzerland. Now and then he twitched about and eased the pain-pricks darting through his left instep, recently strained by a sprawl upon the ice (TIME, Feb. 22). Several times he wakened in the night and wondered why he seemed to be growing pain-prickly all over...
...surgeons paused for an inquiring word. Sailor John had a funny looking fibrous ring around the base of each little toe. He did not know what caused them. Perhaps on his recent job of exploring in African jungles he had acquired some mysterious disease. Yet it caused him no pain. Only, his little toes were acquiring a dead look. Leprosy? "No," declared examining surgeons called in for consultation. They retreated back to their student-day recollections, remembered the syndrome of an obscure, rare disease called by U. S. Negro slaves "ainhum," a term since absorbed into medical terminology...
...propped up on his white pillows in the clinic of St. Jean in Brussels, a sad nursing sister held tenderly the rubber tube from the tank of oxygen standing on the bedside table. Consciousness did not leave him entirely. He saw facing him on an opposite wall the sorrowful, pain-wracked figure of the Crucified. He saw his two nephews, Father Joseph Mercier and Professor Charles Jean Mercier, of Notre Dame in South Bend, Ind. He smiled wanly at them...