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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...eight-column, Page One chortler: TORONTO THE GOOD 'MOST WIDE OPEN CITY.' The Ottawa Journal clucked like a mother hen: "Toronto is [just] growing up ... taking on the airs and smells and sounds of a big city. We think it will survive." The unkindest smirk of all lit up the Montreal Herald: "We are presently beaver-busy with uplift and the dusting off of our own morals. Sights high, eyes on the target, we are out to blast the canard that Montreal was ever a sinful city. . . . 'Toronto the Good' forsooth. Move over, chum...
Karsh's good friend, Prime Minister Mackenzie King, persuaded reluctant Winston Churchill to pose for the "local photographer" in the Speaker's Library at the House of Commons. Churchill grumpily lit a cigar and growled that he would give "two minutes for one shot." With a quick movement Karsh plucked the cigar out of the Prime Minister's mouth. As Churchill glared balefully at this impudence, Karsh clicked his shutter. The picture was published (in LIFE), and Karsh's reputation was made...
...thousand would-be toreros milled about, practicing footwork and capework (usual cape: a shirt). Finally the first bull appeared, took a look around and lit out after the aficionados. A few, emboldened by rum, turned to meet him. As soon as the bull had dealt with them, he went after another yelling group. Once he got too close, and a hard-pressed torero leaped into a pond convenient for just such an emergency...
Next day, an anguished howl was heard across Paris. The chiffoniers cried thatthe Prefect was out to rob 50,000 people of their honest work. Several thousand gathered in cramped, dim-lit Jean Jaurès Hall to hear stooped, 63-year-old René Cormaud, who "does" the rue des Ecoles and the rue Monge, defend chiffonage. Said Cormaud: "It's those fly-by-nights who cause all the trouble. They have no sense of professional standards. Instead of emptying each can carefully on a burlap sack to sort it out, they dump the garbage helter-skelter...
...ties Arturo was wearing-the red or the blue. The little boys from the orphanage "all had lice and an eye-sickness called trachoma, which looked as though their eyelids had been smeared with sausage meat." The winding alleys-Street of the Union, Street of the Clock-were lit at night, white and black, by the polished moon of Castile and by gas jets, weak flames shaped like slices of melon. In summer he saw the savage boredom of village life in Brunete on the baked plain, where young men crucified bats whose wings tore as easily as old rags...