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Sandy Nininger was a gentle boy, not one with an urge for heroics. Sandy was a friend of beauty. He loved poetry: his father once caught him reading Baudelaire in French, and chided him for it. He wrote secretly. He loved music: at West Point he hated the bleak life-drill, drill, drill-and tried to relieve it by organizing concerts. Last May he persuaded Helen Jepson to give a Sunday afternoon recital at the Academy. When he graduated last June he remarked that the first thing he wanted to do with his new pay was to buy a gramophone...
...stood up and stretched. It was all over, for another four months. No more last minute frenzies. No more sleeping between three and eight a.m. No more sessions in a bleak lecture hall with a blank-lined page in front of him, and a great blank void in his mind. It was a relief to finish any exam, but after this last one he could really afford to look ahead. He drew himself a luxuriant picture of days doing nothing, lingering, over breakfast, lazing through the morning, coffee and magazines in the common room after lunch and again after dinner...
Somewhere along the bleak caravan routes the Kazak leaders had heard of a fabulous, rich and peaceful land to the south. In a place called India, the rumor ran, they could live quietly, with plenty of grass for their flocks. Turning his back on China, the Kazak's sturdy, 40-year-old chieftain Ali Yas Khan led the remnants of the tribe south...
Sibelius: Tapiola (Boston Symphony Orchestra, Sergei Koussevitzky conduct ing; Victor; 4 sides). The Finnish bard's bleak saga of his native forests, sturdily recounted by the Bostonians...
...these old-timers and woven them into a book of travels, essays and speculation about the Pacific Northwest. Much of what she writes is guidebook stuff-dutiful chapters on landscape, legends, and the myths of Paul Bunyan (who is by now one of the biggest bores in the whole bleak record of synthetic folklore). There is also a good map and 48 superb photographs. But Mrs. Ross's humor, sensitivity to the ways of a people whose pioneer forefathers are not all dead yet, make Farthest Reach one of the best books written about the North west...