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...late Reginald Marsh was a short, stocky, inconspicuous man, who for 34 memorable years moved quietly and almost invisibly about Manhattan with sketch pad and fountain pen. When he died last year at 56, the graphic record he left behind told what he had best loved and captured: the big city with its derelict Bowery bums, jaded burlesque queens and their wise-guy following of touts and sports, the day-to-day lives of Manhattan's anonymous masses, and everywhere-lolling on the beaches, powdering their noses in the mirror of a subway gum machine or just striding, windblown...
...result, goalie Lindsay Fischer, himself fitted out with a special pad to protect an injured rib cage, was under constant pressure. Neither he nor McKeon had much mobility in the mud, but at least twice Fischer slid headlong to grab shots, and his remarkable performance was hardly marred by the fact that two goals got past...
...Cover) His legs are buckled into clumsy shin guards; his face is hidden by the metal grille of a heavy mask. Behind him, vague and impersonal, rises the roar of the crowd. His chest is covered with a corrugated protective pad, and his big mitt is thrust out as if to fend off destruction. Exactly 60 ft. 6 in. straight ahead of him, the pitcher looms preternaturally large on his mound of earth. As he crouches close to the ground, his field of vision gives him his own special view of the vast ballpark. The white foul lines stretch...
...days when he was enrolled on the staff at stately 400-year-old Diddington Hall, Rodwell Patience had been a model manservant. As an apple-cheeked footman, he was up at dawn each day to oil the lamps and trim the wicks. No faithful servitor in the vicinity could pad about with such noiseless efficiency or efface himself with such dignity as Patience, and he was a dab at removing the pips from his master's grapes before setting them on table...
...museum's walls were covered with moody, swirling blobs of color, as otherworldly as their titles (Strata No. 1, Tones of Silence, Pad '55). Only here and there does an oldtimer hold out. Ben Shahn in Second Super Market makes a tasteful composition out of wire grocery carts; the '303 echo in Philip Evergood's Quick Lunch, a ham-handed working man swigging a soft drink; Morris Graves's Bird is deftly caught on thin rice paper with a Chinese economy of line. But they are small islands of representation in a swirl of abstraction...