Word: wife
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Bagley: "They must spit about two or three gallons a day! They ain't died fast enough, these old men!" Tom Rose, 97-year-old dean of the bench sitters, replied with spirit: "Come here in '77 from Tennessee, been married 76 years, and my wife ain't whipped me yet! What do they want us old folks to do-hide in the woods...
...power enough, if they resisted, to bring harm to their hornes, their children or their cornfields. Recently, the situation was complicated by the fact that Dimitrios fell in love with his son's girl. He solved that problem, as the court-martial investigation showed, by denouncing his wife and son to the Communist guerrillas as "fascists." The guerrillas killed both. Dimitrios married the girl and, as a good patriot, renamed her Frederika, after Greece's Queen...
...idea for this barrage of flying discs originated with a radioman named Robert Coar who now operates a recording studio, the Joint Radio Information Facility, on the fifth floor of the old House Office Building. Coar, his wife and a staff of five are on the congressional payroll at salaries totaling $26,000 a year, plus $1 a year rental for Coar's $15,000 worth of recording equipment. The idea came to him, Coar says, because he felt that the press "ridiculed" members of Congress. "I thought Congressmen should tell in their own words what they were doing...
...format, Haldeman-Julius tried the same boob-catcher with another De Maupassant classic, Room No. 11, the story of a two-timing wife. His new title: What Happened in Room...
...Gauguin, then 46, ran away for the last time. His destination: Tahiti. Behind him he left a France indifferent to his revolutionary paintings with their red roads, violet fields and yellow trees. Abandoned, too, were his five children and the embittered wife who had never understood the creative fury driving her husband from his prosperous position as stockbroker and banker to poverty and restless wandering...