Word: staggerer
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...shaking hands with grinning laborers, sipping coconut milk, greeting hospital patients, and-finally-getting the big welcome-home hug from their kids after landing in Washington last weekend. But between the scrapbook pages there was another story-the story of grueling, 18-hour days, of hard cramming that would stagger a Phi Beta Kappa, of life out of suitcases, and schedules regulated right down to an item reading "Rest-ten minutes...
MONTGOMERY WARD BATTLE between Chairman Sewell Avery and Stockholder Louis E. Wolfson (TIME. Sept. 6) is going to the courts. Wolfson, who claims to control 500,000 shares of stock (6.5 million outstanding), has filed suit in Chicago to upset the company's "stagger" system of electing directors, which puts only three of nine men up for re-election each year, thus making it hard for any outsider to win control. Wolfson wants all directors up for re-election at the annual meeting next April...
...Petersburg home and, while accomplices played Yankee Doodle on the phonograph upstairs, fed him cakes and wine sprinkled with cyanide. The dose, "sufficient to kill several men instantly," merely made Rasputin sleepy, so the prince put a bullet into his body. But Rasputin still had the energy to stagger into the courtyard before four more bullets ended the life of pre-Communist Russia's most hated man. Author Youssoupoff, now 67 and living in Paris, often bogs down in mediocre writing and puerile prejudices, but tells a fine, fabulous story...
...best drug against typhoid. ¶ Britain's Medical Press suggested a new feature of social medicine. "The house wife . . . cannot present her husband with a medical certificate and take a few weeks' sick leave; she has to carry on ... until she is literally unable to stagger around the house." Since a woman could use sick pay to hire help while she got a rest, the journal asked: "Why not introduce . . . sickness benefits for housewives...
...drive through the thickly populated Kikuyu reserve, where shaven-headed Kikuyu women stagger under headloads that would shatter the spines of pack mules, and the closely clustered thatched mud huts look like shaggy beehives. Then you come to the edge of the escarpment, and the Rift Valley lies below you like a giant frying pan. Over to the right, the Aberdare range begins to loom, blue and smoky, and that's where the Mau Mau gangs lurk, and strike from. There are no east-west roads across the Aberdares. You have to go round them. And that...