Word: ward
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...spent a week in Stillman--Ward Three, Bed Nine. Two days after my arrival, I noticed that they had put a new patient in Bed Ten. My new neighbor was a nice fellow--or at least he never had the opportunity to prove himself otherwise, because he was the monster at rest. He passed twenty-two of his first twenty-four Stillman hours in a state of complete oblivion...
...year-old Odorizzi, this was the last straw. Last week he quit and went off to his Wisconsin mink farm. A day later, Vice President Arthur Romer, after 32 years at Ward's, also quit. Then Avery got the resignation of Vice President Albert O. Steffey, retail store boss who had been with Ward's for 21 years. Steffey went home and opened up the bottle of 1811 brandy he had been saving for the occasion. With their departure, Sewell Avery snapped: good riddance; all three had been part of the "very real conspiracy...
...Avery mulled things over in lonely grandeur. He knew it would be hard to get new officers from outside (Marshall Field's Executive Vice President James L. Palmer had recently turned down Avery's offer of Ward's presidency). So Avery appointed eight new vice presidents by upping No. 2 men. Presumably, Avery thought this would put him in a better position to fight his critics at this week's stockholders' meeting...
...issued his pajamas and water, absorbent little gray cotton slippers, and put on a three-hour penicillin schedule. His fever promptly dropped, and he, too, began to beg to get out. But Strep throats are tricky things, and Stillman care is cautions. Smith stayed in the small respiratory ward three weeks; the first week was the best. He discovered a batch of jig-saw puzzles thoughtfully placed on a shelf in the ward, and completed the lot, though all were marked with "seven damn pieces missing" or similar discouraging comments...
...read through a fine collection of 25 cent pocket books, found in another corner of the room; they had titles like "Fifi' or "The Impatient Virgin." And every day brought the 6:30 thermometer. It grew increasingly tough. Smith pattered around the ward, suggesting that tottering arrivals be "placed immediately in bed." He frequently curled up in his covers and moaned "morphine, morphine,' in a pained-wracked voice. He waggled his fingers at feverish flu-victims and solemnly pronounced "Leprosy." He played cards until he found he knew all the cards from the back. He read patients each others fever...