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Word: sleeps (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Hodges, napping soundly, missed the overhead fireworks, but she woke from her sleep with an impression that all was not well. "Mama came running in," she reported later, "and asked me if the house was falling down. I said I didn't know. I thought it was the chimney. I got up and started out of the house. Then my hip started hurting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Star on Alabama | 12/13/1954 | See Source »

...Huel Love of Talladega. What with Hewlett's carryings-on and the crowds of people tramping in and out to look at her living-room ceiling. Mrs. Hodges eventually retired to the hospital with an attack of nerves. She was put to bed with sedatives, but could not sleep...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Star on Alabama | 12/13/1954 | See Source »

...ritual, as if to ward off sea serpents. Only at the dock does he pass around the bottle. "We went out and had a good day and caught plenty fish and got pooped," he says. "Now we can relax for a while and talk and go to sleep." With a tired smile on his tired, grizzled face, he lumbers up the gangway and off to his car and home...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: An American Storyteller | 12/13/1954 | See Source »

...nearby Saranac Lake. Inexplicably, he began to recover in the cool, fresh air. In 1885, on a $350 gift from a friend, Trudeau founded the. U.S.'s first TB sanatorium (first patients: two consumptive factory girls). Trudeau shunted patients out into the biting mountain air, made them sleep, bundled snugly, under the sky. They drove through the Adirondacks, picked wild strawberries and raided maple trees in late winter for sap. Prodded by desperation and Trudeau's apparent miracle-working (of 12,500 patients cared for since 1885, more than 5,000 are still alive today), TB sufferers swarmed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Beginning of the End | 12/6/1954 | See Source »

...Confession. But from that point on, wrote Phyllis, her husband's attitude changed. "He was afraid to go to sleep at night, and every time I came near him he would instinctively put his arms up to protect his head and face. Sometimes I would wait as long as two months before retaliating, and all the while he would be going crazy wondering at what unexpected moment he would be attacked. Finally he asked for a truce, and I gladly agreed. Since that time, he has never laid a hand upon me or the girls, and our married life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: The Letter | 12/6/1954 | See Source »

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