Word: bedridden
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Died. Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell Marsh, 49, author of the bestselling novel Gone With the Wind; of injuries suffered when she was run down by an automobile; in Atlanta. A onetime reporter for the Atlanta Journal (1922-26), diminutive (4 ft. 11 in.) Margaret Mitchell, bedridden and later on crutches after an accident in 1926, was prompted by husband John Marsh to write a novel instead of straining her eyes reading them. She wrote on & off for nearly ten years, reluctantly surrendered her incomplete manuscript to the Macmillan Co. in 1935. The monumental (1,037 pages) Civil War romance...
Last May, ill and bedridden at 71, Warren calmly dictated a column to his wife: "I have cancer and I am going to die of it." Warren told his readers that he had already arranged for his funeral, but hoped that they would pay their respects while he was still alive-by contributing to cancer research. In nickels, dimes and dollars, $32,000 poured...
...aging, bedridden Signora had been shrewd enough to quit her life as a ruthless courtesan before she became the victim instead of the victimizer of men. Now her cook, spying from the window on what happened in the Via del Corno, kept her supplied with the essential information for her intrigues and extortions. In the end, deserted and foiled, the half-crazed Signora determined to punish the entire street; she bought up every house and ordered wholesale evictions. But her fury brought on a stroke that left her a speechless idiot, while the Fascists collected the rent on her houses...
...direction, production and acting of Hamlet. The year's outstanding performances by actresses were notable for a lack of glamor: Olivia de Havilland as a wild-eyed schizophrenic in The Snake Pit, Jane Wyman as a drab, deaf-mute slavey in Johnny Belinda, Barbara Stanwyck as a bedridden neurotic in Sorry, Wrong Number...
...signature on his sophisticated, economically limned cartoons. Trained as a civil engineer, he went to Gallipoli as a sapper with the Royal Engineers in World War I. One day he stepped on a German land mine (a type called the fougasse), and was all but killed. He was bedridden for four years with a broken back; and started to draw. A correspondence-school art teacher sent one of his drawings to Punch, which has been gobbling his work ever since...