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...faces began to relax. Smiling repatriates in new grey clothes crowded around local exhibits in the prefectural exhibition building. One happy man saw his child's drawing on display. Another found his family's picture in a large album and burst into tears. Said one wide-eyed, thin-faced soldier: "They never told us it would be like this...
...which came from France to Italy in the 18th Century) was Giovanni, a rag & bone merchant who became one of Europe's greatest financiers, lent money to kings and even to Napoleon's high-living kin. He bought a couple of ancient dukedoms, but Roman aristocracy-whose thin blue lineage is longer than almost anybody else's-sneered at the upstart. At one of Giovanni's lavish fetes, the French novelist Stendhal overheard a great Roman lady say: "Torlonia should not come to his own balls . . . One sees only too clearly that he is incapable...
Christ & Picasso. The show centered on nine paintings of the Crucifixion, done in oils on thin paper. Rose had long been regarded as a decorative, eclectic artist with a low emotional octane rating: overnight his new pictures established him as a force in British painting. Said London's Art News & Review: "This remarkable series of paintings is not romantic or expressionist, as are most Crucifixions, but may rather be described as liturgical, ritualistic, learned and arcane . . . executed with great resource and command of the medium." Describing Rose as "an artist who believes in both Christ and Picasso," the Catholic...
Well in advance, the fight had been labeled a "stinkeroo." Shuffling Jersey Joe Walcott, never a dashing crowd-pleaser, was old (35) and tired. His opponent, thin-mustached Ezzard Charles of Cincinnati, was young enough (27), but he was a second-rater without punch or drive. Just before they squared off in Chicago's Comiskey Park last week, a hanger-on wriggled in to where Joe Louis sat in the fourth row and asked breathlessly: "Champ, have you got a last-minute pick?" Deadpan Joe, the front man for boxing's new promotional monopoly, mumbled forthrightly...
...thin, bushy-haired man who wore a rumpled white shirt, a badly fitting blue suit, and thick-lensed glasses. An excited whispering broke out in the courtroom as he took the stand. He was Henry Julian Wadleigh, whom Chambers had identified as a onetime member of the Communist apparatus in Washington. Though he had refused to answer questions by the House Un-American Activities Committee on the ground that he might incriminate himself, he had obviously come to court in a mood to tell...