Word: slept
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sold out of men's disposable underwear; deodorant and razor blades were perilously short. Rows of pup tents sprang up at the airport's entrance and many passengers overflowed onto a covered area near the parking lot. Groused Pat Shaw, a waitress from Buffalo: "I've slept on concrete for three days, and the big moral question facing me at night is whether to sleep in my clothes or on them...
...every woman or man chooses to revolt. While gauze-gazers in an office may not mind that a woman has gone from the synthetic to the slept-in look, the aspiring businessman who shows up for work in such deshabille may soon find that his future is as unstructured as his suit. Europeans, on the other hand, have never looked askance at a wrinkled, rumpled garment as worn by the likes of Charles de Gaulle or Sophia Loren. Clearly, though, U.S. tastes are changing. In time, Americans may even perceive the beauty in a wrinkled face...
...Wait and harass the Paramount sales force with endless queries. It took the elegant Carlyle Hotel two days to determine whether or not he had actually checked into his suite. At one point a maid burst into his room, found Beatty on the telephone and complained: "Nobody has slept in the bed again. I want to know?are you going to stay here tonight?" Finally Beatty sheepishly threw up his hands and announced, "Well, it looks like this hotel has blown my cover...
...entering the White House. I slept only about four hours my first night in the White House, and was up at 6:45 a.m. While I was shaving, I remembered the hidden safe that Johnson had shown me during our visit in November. When I opened it, the safe looked empty. Then I saw a thin folder on the top shelf. It contained the daily Viet Nam Situation Report for the previous day, Johnson's last day in office. The last page contained the latest casualty figures. I closed the folder and put it back in the safe...
...pack my father's old Boy Scout knapsack with my belongings, I am still wearing the clothes I slept in last night in the bomb shelter. Yona walks me to the dirt road where I will catch a ride away from the border toward Haifa and my new kibbutz. Yona's forehead is deeply-lined, and there are circles under his eyes; the war has been hard on him, too. It is hard not to admire the courage of the Israelis like him, who sacrifice so much for their cause...