Word: sleeping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...learn to whistle. One-tenth of the population is left-handed and less than a third can remember the numbers on their automobile license plates. One in three has a terrible time getting up in the morning, but only one in five has any difficulty in dropping off to sleep. The average citizen goes to bed at 10 o'clock, gets up at 6:30 six days a week, stays up until 11 on Saturday and snoozes until 8 on Sunday morning...
...short, for all his ability, for all his success, Jake Kramer is a "tennis bum"-as most amateur stars have been for the past 20 years. He isn't losing any sleep over it. "Everybody knows that a good amateur tennis player in America can make a living going around the country playing tournaments," he says, "and if he does, he's called a tennis bum." A tennis pro makes more money, and makes it openly. But the amateur camouflage is a necessary preliminary: it establishes the cashable reputation...
Family Beds. In Hamburg that night, others were also finding it hard to get along without much money. Near the station some Germans, just arrived by the last train, were shambling along between the rubble piles searching for a sheltered place to sleep a few hours. There was only a bunker-a concrete-walled, prisonlike municipal air-raid shelter. The bedraggled transients dug out their identity cards, were suspiciously eyed by a policeman at the door, then were led to their cells...
...plump, periwigged sightseer was too excited to sleep; Edward Gibbon spent his first night in Rome waiting for dawn. When at last it came, Historian Gibbon recalled later, "I trod with lofty step the ruins of the Forum: each memorable spot where Romulus stood, or Cicero spoke, or Caesar fell, was at once present to my eye." Last week visitors to Detroit's Institute of Arts could see what Gibbon saw, as painted by his 18th Century contempo rary, Giovanni Paolo Pannini. The institute had just acquired Pannini's splendid, solemn View of the Colosseum...
Five years later, a full-fledged priest, he returned with his family to Dallas, moved next door to the cathedral. But he could not sleep. Every night someone stole into the cathedral and started tolling the bell. One night, Father Swartsfager hid a baseball bat under his cassock, waited to ambush the bell-ringer. Soon, a tall boy crept out of the shadows. The priest grabbed...