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Word: sleeping (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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When the court recessed for the summer, Frank Murphy went home to Michigan. There, one day last week in the Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit, night closed over the career of the apostle of the dew and the dawn. Stricken by coronary thrombosis, Frank Murphy, 59, died in his sleep...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Death of an Apostle | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

...week's end his henchmen still prowled the halls, and flowers from admirers filled the room. For the first time in years, he was able to sleep when it was dark. Though his swank stucco house in Brentwood is ringed with a wire fence, equipped with electronic gadgets to detect intruders and bathed by floodlights which he can turn on from his car two blocks away, he seldom found it convenient to go home before dawn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CALIFORNIA: Clay Pigeon | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

...back and write another memorandum. When we turned that in a couple of hours later, he slapped us on the back, took us home to his billet, shouted Madame de Lattre out of bed, had some eggs fried and coffee made for all, then sent us off to sleep. That morning at 9, fresh and cordial, he showed us a 15-page analysis of the problem which he had written since...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: WESTERN UNION: On a Tightrope | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

...wrenching of the mouths of the fishes" were too much for him. Each night, after his prayers with his mother, he added a secret one of his own: "O Heavenly Father, protect and bless all things that have breath, guard them from all evil, and let them sleep in peace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Reverence for Life | 7/11/1949 | See Source »

...wery lazy, gen'lmen, and there's nothink like a good hot blaze to make 'em come down vith a run . . . vereas smoke ain't o' no use at all in makin' a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that's wot he likes . . . It's humane too, gen'lmen, acause, even if they've stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes 'em struggle to hextricate theirselves...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Poor Blots | 7/11/1949 | See Source »

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