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...waits, and when Schill worries, people tell him it comes from his own sense of guilt. But he sees the whole town buying wildly, on credit; and when he tries to run away, he finds an obstructive wall of townspeople at the railway station. In the clutch of material self-interest, the town goes in for moral self-deception, until at a public meeting Schill is condemned to death. With a billion-mark check for his killers, and with Schill's coffin borne before her, Claire goes away...
...Through." Son of a Turku railway-station official, Jämsä never did get to high school, began making news in his first reporting job on a provincial newspaper-he strapped on skis and ran an elk to exhaustion. Since 1953 he has averaged a story a week for Apu, often has his exploits reported in the Scandinavian and northern German press. One future assignment: hunting a bear with a spear (to prove that modern Finns are as strong as their ancestors...
Picking the Best. The Minneapolis Institute of Arts is showing 65 paintings and sculpture collected by Empire Builder James Jerome Hill, rounded up from descendants and museums for the first time since the founder of the Great Northern Railway died in 1916. A self-educated plunger who grew rich by learning fast and backing his opinions stubbornly, Jim Hill began buying paintings when he was 43, rapidly moved from sentimental genre pictures to the bucolic moodiness of France's Barbizon School and the summery scenes of Corot, in time learned to like Monet and Renoir. Among Hill...
Died. Ernest Eden Norris, 76, longtime (1937-51) president of the Southern Railway Co., "the guy''-according to Frisco line President Clark Hungerford-"who brought the Southern from doldrums to dividends," father of Novelist Frank Collan (Tower in the West) Norris; of a heart attack; in Washington, D.C. A lifetime railroader who began his career in his teens, Norris ceaselessly patrolled the Southern in his office car, knew every foot of the road's 8,000 miles of track, once walked away from a wreck and waited until that evening to have a broken collarbone set with...
...their frustrating and interminable war in Algeria, where cruelty answers cruelty, and heroism has its ugly necessities, the French have found one continuing source of solace: the dramatic exploits of a tough, leathery colonel named Marcel Bigeard. The son of a railway mechanic, Bigeard was a humdrum bank clerk in Toul when he was called up just before World War II. Today, a weatherbeaten and wiry 41, he is a legend...