Word: storeroomful
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...bewilderment when death robs him of his favorite aunt and cousins, then takes his baby brother as well; 2) The Coffin, a fine yarn about a virile old South African farmer and great-grandfather who always had his own expensive coffin ready and waiting in the storeroom. One after another, he gave away several of them to less hardy contemporaries, was caught short without one when his own death came...
...went on exhibit again, cautiously identified as a "school of Rubens" work. In 1920 the authorities relabeled the painting "Unknown. From school of Rubens?" By 1928 they had lost all confidence, reattributing the canvas to an "unknown Genoese of the 18th century." Back it went to the storeroom. Recently, the experts took counsel all over again and decided to have it cleaned. Revealed in the cleaning process: the date 1620 and the apparently authentic signature of Anthony Van Dyck, who went to Genoa from his native Antwerp at just about that time...
...looking for?" asked Angelo Pardi. "The last one," answered the-doctor cryptically. [He] must have dragged himself off to some unspeakable corner. As he's the one who has a chance, he's the one we have to find." At last they found him in a storeroom, doubled up in his death agony. "Grab him by the shoulders," snapped the doctor, "unbutton his trousers . . .Rub his legs." But within minutes "the last one" was blue, cold and dead. And dead, too, by the next night, was the valiant doctor...
...Christian Fellowship decided to convert a storeroom in the basement of Briggs after searching since last spring for a location. The chapel holds about 40 people...
...what a political machine should not be. Head of Minnesotans for Eisenhower was white-haired Bradshaw Mintener, 49-year-old vice president and general counsel of Pillsbury Mills. Amateur Mintener and most of his workers were ready & willing, but inexperienced. "Headquarters" was an ill-furnished, dingy, rent-free storeroom in downtown Minneapolis. For a while there were three telephones, but two were disconnected to save on the bill...