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...roamed the mining settlements of the hill country like a hunter; he raided bootleggers (often without benefit of a search warrant), impounded slot machines and took a brutal delight in pistol-whipping lawbreakers and cursing their wives and womenfolk. One day his automobile blew up as he stepped on the starter-somebody had inserted dynamite caps in the engine. Somehow Ambrose Metcalfe walked away unhurt.* Once a moonshiner blasted at him with a shotgun; he was only grazed...
...first time in almost ten years of war and austerity, the lights of London, including Piccadilly's advertising signs (see cut), were turned up to their prewar glory. Thousands of Londoners cheered, and moppets who had never seen the show murmured with delight. This was a happy prelude to an otherwise depressing week for Britain. In the House of Commons, Chancellor of the Exchequer Sir Stafford Cripps presented his 1949-50 budget. Under his severe guidance, Britain had sweated, toiled, and made a sensational recovery (TIME, March 28). Now, the nation felt, it was due for something more than...
Halfway Back. The sarcasm is more friendly than biting, for Kingman takes a naïve delight in U.S. ways. He keeps the radio in his studio going constantly ("It softens my mind and helps me paint. I know all about Luncheon at Sardi's and Heigh-ho, Silver!"), and all through dinner he watches television programs with his wife and two children. "To Chinese people," he says, "football is very queer, but I like to go and see the games. Also, I play bridge once a week...
...horse . . . Burne-Jones was a great artist . . . [Joseph] Conrad [once] challenged me to a duel. Unfortunately, [H.G.] Wells got in the way, otherwise Conrad would have taken his place among the saints . . . When I was a little boy I was always playing the devil. My chief delight was to paint . . . walls . . . with pictures of Mephistopheles . . . As a child dreams, so he becomes ... I was just an odious argumentative young man ... A great man is one whom "you instinctively believe...
...every man to his own taste. - Did not Dr. Kunastrokius, that great man, at his leisure hours, take the greatest delight imaginable in combing of asses' tails, and plucking the dead hairs out with his teeth, though he had tweezers always in his pocket? ... De gustibus non est disputandum" - Laurence Sterne, in Tristram Shandy As far as many U.S. citizens are concerned, biting asses' tails, as a leisure occupation, is not much more inexplicable than a lively taste for modern art, especially if it is abstractionist art. What's more - as Washington's Corcoran Gallery...