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...many of the veterans who got farms up there last year came and offered to help. One fellow, a bachelor, is living in a tent, but you should see the crops he's got . . ." By spring, with his family in, Powers hopes to clear the rocks, uproot the brush and plow the land for his first crop, probably grain. For years to come, he hopes for very little-no telephone, no paved road, no nearby school, nothing much but a chance to make a living on his own land. "We'll plant trees," he told Elizabeth as they...
...years in Congress, Pat Sutton, 38, was not well-known outside his own Sixth District (west central Tennessee) a month ago, and politicians gave him little chance against Kefauver. But in recent weeks he has pushed his way into Tennessee living rooms with the persistent zeal of a brush salesman. His technique is the marathon radio and television appearance, in which he sits before microphone and camera hour after hour answering questions submitted by listeners. His latest endurance broadcast began in Memphis at 7:30 p.m. one day last week, and ended 27 hours later. He was heard on eight...
Although he journeyed often to Paris and other parts of France seeking subject material for his inspired brush, Painter Paul Cézanne always returned to his home town of Aix-en-Provence. He seemed to thrive best in the sunny, sleepy atmosphere of Provence, with its sloping vineyards bathed in Mediterranean light and its vistas of baked mountains seen though cool green pines. He liked to hire a carriage and ride out to a spot on the road south from Aix where the view of Mount Sainte-Victoire especially appealed to him. There, sitting beneath a pine tree...
While taking his ease at an inn in Genoa, Author Ernest Hemingway paused over his coffee and wine when asked about his brush with crocodiles and treetops during his two recent African plane crashes, then recalled his pain with a curdled face for the benefit of a photographer. Reported title of Papa's forthcoming African memoirs: Gin Is Not for Little Children...
...Nobody encouraged him; his parents scoffed. When he married four years ago, his wife gave him no more sympathy; once when he quit looking for work to concentrate on painting, she left him until he agreed to go back to work. But he kept stubbornly on, making his own brushes by cutting up a clothes brush. Once, he broke down. "The day I came walkin' into the Redfern Gallery, I felt I couldn't go on much longer...