Word: sleeps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...water. At one time, a school near Inman was found to be operating in the kitchen of a ranch. Its teacher: Mrs. Joseph Pojar. Its pupils: five little Pojars. Near Broadwater, one 82-year-old teacher has to live in the school, cook her meals on a hot plate, sleep on a cot pitched beside her desk. Near Kimball, Teacher Helen Layer is in the same fix: she has one room, one stove, one pupil...
...motor centers of the angry parent there is a struggle. There are excitations which are about to express themselves in an act of aggression. But there also are inhibitions, for the parent feels guilty and wants to restrain himself." Cataplexy, says Dr. Levin, is a symptom of narcolepsy (involuntary sleep). Cataplexy may occur when a man has an aggressive impulse which, because of guilt, he tries (or feels he should try) to suppress. Or he may actually fall asleep. Dr. Levin cites the example of the soldier who almost falls asleep when under enemy fire for the first time...
...more than 150 U.S. newspapers last week, Columnists Joseph and Stewart Alsop offered their readers an intimate portrait of Dwight Eisenhower unable to sleep at night as he wrestled with a problem which might end in "the physical and final destruction of this republic." Ike's sleeplessness, according to the Alsops, was caused by worry as to whether his Administration should adopt the recommendations of Project Lincoln, a study of U.S. air defenses carried out at Massachusetts Institute of Technology at the request of the armed services...
Shadow & Substance. For 2½ months Dorothy Gutheridge lived a haunted life. "I couldn't sleep at night," she remembers. "I just stared at the ceiling." Worst of all were the frequent occasions on which she had to use her car. "When I drove at night," she said last week, "I thought I saw people in every shadow, every dark spot...
...houses, little had been left to the imagination. Simpering store-window dummies posed on the uncomfortable upholstery of government-surplus furniture. A laughing two-year-old perched precariously on the back of a chaise longue; a young woman postured in leg-revealing shorts. Upstairs a sleek blonde feigned innocent sleep. In one cellar, pajama-clad parents had herded their kids into wooden FCDA shelters, as if they had just been awakened by the wail of a warning siren. In every room, dummy Americans waited for the works...