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Word: pillowed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Manhattan last week, ten years later, Stanislaw Skrzeszewski, representing Red Poland at the General Assembly, rose early and departed from his hotel room for the U.N. The maid, making his bed, discovered beneath his pillow a loaded .38-caliber revolver. She called police, who, on learning the identity of the owner, suggested that Foreign Minister Skrzeszewski get a pistol permit. Headlined the irreverent New York Daily News: "GUN IN UN BIGGIE'S BED; LOUD DITHER, LITTLE ACTION." Skrzeszewski has otherwise distinguished himself in U.N. by his pleas for disarmament...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: International: Pistol-Packing Pole | 11/3/1952 | See Source »

...soldier I can't emphasize it too much." For hundreds of Houston parents, Reed came to typify their own servicemen sons; they flooded him with pies, cakes, homemade candy, books. When he wrote wistfully that he wished he had "a teaspoonful of Texas soil to put under my pillow at night," he got nearly a truckload, packed in small envelopes. But when Reed was home on a furlough, City Editor Johnston diplomatically asked him when he thought he might be going overseas...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: The Inside Story | 10/13/1952 | See Source »

Picnic in Pennsylvania. On his plane heading for his meeting with the Pennsylvania delegation, Ike breakfasted off a tray balanced on a pillow on his lap, then went forward and sat in the pilot's seat. At Harrisburg, Governor John Fine welcomed him. At his farm three miles from Gettysburg, Ike had a happy reunion with his old friend Arthur Nevins, a retired brigadier general who runs the place (189 acres, twelve Holsteins, ten Guernseys, 500 chickens) while Ike is away. From New York Ike had phoned: "I'm coming down for a picnic. Don't sell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: REPUBLICANS: Ike's Second Week | 6/23/1952 | See Source »

...tears dribbled down his pillow as he remembered the acrid exchange of words with his roommate. He regretted those scornful words now. His roommate had slammed the door, and gone the Class of '52 reunion anyway...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Foolish Pride: A Fable | 5/6/1952 | See Source »

...stretched out across the bed and just lay there, the hot tears dribbling down onto his pillow. Stubbornness was the master of Elliott P. Willoughby...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Foolish Pride: A Fable | 5/6/1952 | See Source »

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