Word: thackersey
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Dates: during 1933-1933
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...which he was riding collided with an ambulance on Queensboro Bridge, Manhattan; Stage Actress Grace George, of a nervous breakdown, in Manhattan; Mahatma Gandhi, unconditionally released by the British Government after a seven days' fast in prison, at the Parnakuti villa of his faithful friend Lady Vitall Das Thackersey...
...from the cot on which he nearly fasted to death (TIME, May 22 et seq.) rose shriveled Mahatma Gandhi last week. With Mrs. Gandhi at his side he hobbled out of the palatial villa at Parnakuti, near Poona, loaned him for his fast by eccentric Lady Thackersey. Creeping into a motor car he was driven into Poona at a dusty 50 m.p.h. to face the executive committee of his All-India National Congress Party. The committee was restive, if not rebellious. Many of the Mahatma's followers feel that his fasts to impress Indians with the need of abolishing...
...elaborate hall of Lady Vittal das Thackersey's marble villa outside Poona squatted more than 100 persons last week-Hindus, Moslems, Sikhs, Christians-all gazing out on the terrace where on a cot lay what looked like a week's wash, a great bundle of white linen shrouding the living skeleton of Mahatma Gandhi. Month ago, already an owl-eyed lemur of a man. St. Gandhi began a fast in behalf of the Hindu Untouchables, without whose liberation he believes real self-government in India is impossible...
Doctors, his own disciples, the British Government all thought he was signing his death warrant. Rather than have him die on its hands, the Government let him out of jail. St. Gandhi retired to Lady Thackersey's terrace and for three weeks swallowed nothing at all save little sips of water flavored with soda and salt. His weight dropped from 99 to 80 lb., he lay in semicoma, but amazed doctors continued to announce that his physical condition was good...
...hard to drink enough for his needs. On the fifth day he got his second wind at starving: his system had temporarily given up hope for food. Vichy water had stopped the nausea. By day Gandhi basked in the sun; by night he stared at the stars from Lady Thackersey's veranda. His eyes sank further into his head, his collarbone stuck out like a harness. But as he began the second week of his fast he was cheerful. His wife, released from jail, was with him. His son Harilal (eldest of four) came to make his filial peace...