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...Penalty Is Death. The man who passed most of the ammunition to the doctors was Louis I. Dublin, no physician but a Ph.D. and top statistician for the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co., who has been charting the lives and deaths of his fellow men for 40 years. Dr. Dublin and his assistants told visiting physicians (many of whom were toting too much weight around) what they have learned about health and disease in overweight subjects, and passed out sets of colored charts as reminders. The chief findings...
...other side of the medal presented by Dr. Dublin offered positive encouragement to reduce: among 6,000 people studied who had reduced and stayed reduced, the men's death rate was cut by one-fifth, the women's by one-third...
When Poet George William Russell was a young man in Victorian Dublin, he wrote a philosophic article under the pseudonym "Æon." The printer mangled it, and Æon came out Æ. For the rest of his life, Russell wrote under that diphthong. Outdistanced as a poet by such contemporaries as Thomas Hardy and William Butler Yeats, Æ culled through his verses not long before his death (in 1935) and selected 124 that he hoped he might be remembered for. Last week his Selected Poems achieved the semiclassic permanence of republication in the Golden Treasury Series (Macmillan; $1.25), along with...
Aloof and austere at 82, Artist Yeats has lived alone in Dublin since his wife's death in 1947. An old man, and a Protestant in a Catholic land, he has few close friends now. Dublin knows him best as a lean, stooped figure in a navy blue jacket, cut sea-captain style, and black string tie, who is sometimes to be seen rambling through the city...
...painting. He uses almost no models, works mainly from recollection in his small studio, and in jealously guarded secret. His custom is to put every picture away for six months to a year, then decide whether to show it or destroy it. This year, for the first time in Dublin memory, the annual exhibition of the Royal Hibernian Academy had no new Yeats to show...