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Like many humorists. Editor Burnett has a few subjects he wants to write about in dead earnest. The result-as when, for example, he praises Ignazio Silone, author of Bread and Wine (TIME, April 5, 1937), or denounces fascism-is that his language, instead of acquiring gravity, stiffens with awkwardness, like a comedian at a funeral...
...Many a Harvard student has drunk away his father's fortune; Leverett Saltonstall, who made no money as a politician, altered the pattern by selling his famous wine cellar to put Richard Middlecott through college with the Class of 1880." Richard V went into the law. His son, Leverett III, graduated in 1914, went into the law, and is now Governor of the Commonwealth...
...leading Octavian, Author Compton Mackenzie (The Windsor Tapestry): "To hear the King speaking [1936] about peace was almost to restore one's belief that peace really was going to be achieved. The very timbre of his voice had a tonic quality. It was like a light dry wine." Leading Friends: Pastor Christian Ficthorne Reisner of Manhattan's Broadway Tabernacle ("I get in the papers all I can, but it is not personal publicity I seek-I want my Christ played up"); Mizra Ahmad Sohrab, direct descendant of Mohammed and leader of U. S. Bahaism ("There is no saint...
Except for the White House military aides-a score of handsome bachelors who gave a dinner party beforehand on the Presidential yacht Potomac, and were each instructed to squire a girl who had never attended a White House dance-the guests were mostly youngsters. White wine punch was the official refreshment.* The orchestra was from New York, conducted by Irving ("Yes, We Have No Bananas") Conn. They danced the Eleanor Glide and Virginia Reel as well as the Lambeth Walk. An exciting moment came when Mrs. Roosevelt, leading a reel with her brother, tripped on her train and tumbled over...
...where he has removed boards for use in his tunnel. In the summers he worked on a ranch to get money for more tunneling. For clothing he used garments discarded by other prospectors, patched them with flour sacking. He does not smoke or chew, but takes a nip of wine occasionally. He has never, he says, been lonely. Once he came stumbling into the shack of a neighbor, shaking and bloody. "Bad cave in," he said. "Nearly got me that time...