Word: slept
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What Hammond had not expected to find was that the death rates from heart attacks and strokes were higher for both men and women if they regularly slept more than seven hours a night. Seven seemed to be the ideal number of sleep hours; there were only slightly higher than average death rates for people who got less sleep. But among those who slept eight hours, women under 50 had a 53% above normal death rate from heart attacks, and both men and women under 50 had increases of more than 40% in the death rate from strokes. With nine...
...Belaúnde Terry become President, impressed by his promise of reform and a "new politics" for South America's fourth largest nation. Last week they brusquely reversed that judgment on the man who was once praised as Peru's Kennedyesque "architect of hope." Awakened, as he slept, by a burst of machine-gun fire, Belaúnde looked out of his window to find tanks outside the Presidential Palace in Lima. Some 50 Peruvian Rangers stormed into the palace and took Belaúnde into custody. Onlookers gathered as he was escorted out of the palace...
...middle-income brackets who are tired of being told that Negroes have equal rights. "I guess I'm what you might call a racist," explains Joe Galbraith, a millwright at Ford's Rouge complex outside Detroit. "I've lived with Negroes. I've slept with them. I've fought with them. And I've had it. These people want everything for nothing. They don't want to work...
...cars, heading in opposite directions, to follow the same route, which would have a total of 53 stations where their batteries could be recharged. The floor of Caltech's minibus was covered with 20 lead-cobalt batteries, on top of which were pads where off-duty drivers slept. M.I.T.'s team borrowed a set of $20,000 nickel-cadmium batteries. Characteristically, the engineers used linear equations to work out a handicap system...
...small, three-bedroom villa? Yet there were Britain's Lord Harlech, three of his five children, plus a dozen or so friends, on holiday at El Mansoura, a fishing village on Tunisia's Cape Bon. At one point, there were 17 for dinner, and the kids mostly slept on air mattresses on the veranda. No matter. The nights were velvet, the days filled with swimming and trips to the village markets. Harlech spent much of his time reading and lounging around in a loose-fitting djibbah, blessedly free of reporters. When one turned up to ask the inevitable...