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...that the reader achieves a total immersion in the scene; the danger is that he may drown in words. Fortunately, Author Lytle (of Murfreesboro, Tenn.) comes up for air every now and then, and gets on with his story of life in the Cumberlands of Tennessee during the 1870s...
Hood in a Hood. The tales were the kind that no small boy was likely to forget. For two glorious years in the 1870s young Ned Kelly, with a ?2,000 price on his head, led a hard-riding gang, "bailed up" banks, "duffed" horses, stood off whole companies of police troopers. The gang, which included Ned's brother Dan, bulletproofed themselves in massive vests beaten out of plowshares and canlike helmets. Staging holdups on a grand scale, the gang was generous with its loot, reserved its gunfire primarily for the police, and acquired the aura of latter...
...stirring "Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?'' Lawrence carries through to a scene of a covered wagon under attack. Eventually he plans to take the series up to the Industrial Revolution of the 1870s. While staying clear of most set historical tableau scenes, Lawrence has managed to bring fresh drama to those he found irresistible, e.g., Washington crossing the Delaware River, which he shows as a series of crowded boats in muted greens and browns, covered and muffled against the bright blue water to capture...
...clouds and swarms, the politicians, pundits and pollsters descended on the Midwest. Not since the great locust plagues of the 1870s had the farm states seen such an invasion: candidates criss crossed one another's paths, columnists probed and interviewed, and any farmer who had not been polled by the pollsters felt sadly neglected. The consensus at week's end: Adlai Stevenson has cut into Dwight Eisenhower's farm strength, but not by enough to win the national election...
During the strife-torn 1870s in Paris, a passing proletarian stopped by a sidewalk table at the Café de la Paix to jeer at an elderly champagne-sipper: "You! We didn't get you in '48, but we won't miss in the next revolution." Last week the revolution finally engulfed the Café de la Paix. After 86 years as a bastion of fashion (and fancy prices), the famed restaurant turned over one-eighth of its floor space to an American-style snack bar. Georges Marcovich, the café's Manager of External Relations...