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Word: room (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Tuesday, there were still 99 "floaters" -students without permanent room assignments. Seventeen of the floaters are transfer students and 15 are students returning after one or more years' absence...

Author: By Michael E. Kinsley, | Title: Watson Now Can Provide Rooms For All Undergrads | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

...CLOCK we all assembled in the conference room of A-Building at Boston State Hospital. The boys all talked about how they would deal with homosexual advances and the girls about what to do in case of rape. I found I was assigned to ward O-2, which was on the notorious East Side of the hospital. I'd been assured by patients I knew that the East Side was a real horror-infested with big rats and mean psychiatrists...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

After half an hour guys started coming back on the ward again, and then disappeared into their rooms. I was still alone. So after a while I went into the room that Mrs. Snowden said was mine. It was just like the other nine tiny singles of our ward: bed, chair, dresser, mirror...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

...small bedroom. The opposite long wall, coated with thick yellow or green hospital paint, was pretty bare except for the door that led onto the ward, an old Gauguin print, and halfway down the length of the ward, the TV. I glanced up and down the long narrow room and noticed a few middle-aged men, either skinny or fat in cheap untucked cotton shirts and chinos. Mostly they were sitting in couches or chairs and sleeping or staring at the TV. I took a seat...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

...WALKED out of my room back onto the ward. I sat in one of the big brown chairs across from the TV and for a while wallowed in the luxury of time. I knew I was going to be in the hospital for three days and during that time I had absolutely nothing to do. The only comparable experience I can remember was when my family was camping out on Cape Hatteras. It was Sunday night and raining and there were no books to read and no radio to listen to and no place to go. Then it was great...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

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