Word: sleeps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...test man's adaptability to a routine with no day-night cycle, the space medics had put Farrell on an arbitrary 14-hour day: 4½ hours for sleep, two work periods of four hours each, three half-hours for meals and personal hygiene. For work, he had to solve problems fed to him through a double-screen radarscope. Similar but not identical tracking patterns appeared on the two screens. By twiddling dials, Farrell had to make the right-hand screen match the left. Flanking him was a whopping panel with 30 lights, each labeled with a command. When...
...this word, I have taken some pains to discover what the average Harvard man thinks a university is, and I find his idea of it to be pretty much as follows: Strictly voluntary attendance at all college exercises is the most prominent feature. The morning is spent in sleep and in breakfasting luxuriously in one's room, after which the real business of the day begins. This is either rowing on the river, or a long excursion into the country with a tandem, returning in time for dinner, which, dressed by a French chef, and washed down with the choicest...
...first thing Lemmon learns is that a horse is a treacherous animal-a friend to your face but an enemy to your rear. He also learns to sleep on the bare ground, to catch naps in the saddle, to laugh at the cowboys' jokes-and they laugh hardest when the joke is practical. One day, just for the hell of it, somebody wraps a "prairie eel" around somebody else's neck, and everybody gives the victim the heehaw until the rattlesnake gives him a bite. It is then that the greenhorn learns what a human life is worth...
...never seen a guy get out so fast. Goddarned, I was scared. I went back to the motel and I banged on the door and I woke Corbin up. I said, 'My God, Junie, I ain't even got any equipment.' He said, 'Just go to sleep.' Next day I told Corbin I was sick. But that didn't do no good. Junie bought me a saddle, boots, pants, all my equipment, and got me a valet...
...Hartack, unlike many of his colleagues, weight is never a problem. He eats outlandish combinations of foods?potato chips, pickles and ice cream, for example; yet he seldom needs to glance at a jockey's sweatbox. Nor does he need much sleep; no matter how late he bids his date good night, he sits up for an hour or two examining the past-performance charts to prepare himself for the next day in the saddle...