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Lyda took kindly to prison life. Most of the time she was the only occupant of the women's ward, and she fixed up the dining room, sitting room and enameled kitchen to suit herself. She also cooked, sewed and acted as a nursemaid for the warden's wife. But, as it will, prison palled. On a night in May 1931 she shinnied down a bedsheet rope, and with the help of a former trusty who was then out on parole, escaped to Colorado...
...Olympic's management had just redecorated its penthouse apartment and named it the Royal Suite, in the hope that the Duke of Windsor, Canada-bound might be the first occupant. The pent house contains seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, reception hall, bar, library, salon, dining room, recreation room, kitchen, service pantry and a terrace sprouting green grass, flowers and shrubs. By the time President Green arrived, Mr. Tobin and his party of eleven teamster officials (four with wives) were bouncing on the beds intended for the Duke and Duchess...
Frogs and Kitchen Tables. Born in 1850, the son of a Connecticut country doctor, William Henry Welch had no taste for medicine. He entered Columbia's medical school after a brilliant career in Yale, because he could not get the Greek instructorship he wanted. But once on his way, he gave his whole heart to medicine...
When Dr. Welch returned to Manhattan he put up a great battle for a laboratory at Columbia, but the dean only smiled at his idea. Finally he wangled a little space in Bellevue Hospital Medical College, furnished it with kitchen tables and a few old microscopes. For specimens, he "skipped through the marshes" after frogs, once hauled back a croaking load on a sleeping car. From frogs he promoted his class to cadavers. So elegant was his dissecting and embalming that his Negro janitor mailed handbills to undertakers, offering to teach them Dr. Welch's secrets...
...different tastes of the three springs; the Gudgers' kitchen bucket with its "fishy-metallic kind of shine and grease beyond any power of cleaning"; the exact texture of the house's pine siding; the stinking clay yard, and "the chilly and small dust which is beneath porches"; a Mark Twainesque catalogue of livestock from cats and mules to the "clutter of obese, louse-tormented hens"; an inventory of the contents of every house, outhouse and room, including the smell of everything the author could (as he softly put it) "take odor...