Word: angel
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...most interesting photographs in the collection is that of the studio of Diego Rivera in San Angel, "a quiet suburb of Mexico City." Another work bound to attract attention is that of "Devotees at the Capilla del Pocito," which was taken at a spring in Guadalupe. Here, tradition holds that a spring with miraculous healing powers burst from beneath the feet of the Virgin of Guadalupe about...
When bad plays reach Broadway it is usually through the blind openhandedness of some gullible angel, but this one had the Hollywood backing of the astute Warner Brothers, was one more indication of Hollywood's renewed interest in the Broadway stage as a source, albeit an inconsistent one, of script material...
...cash to buy Promoter Johnson's string of broncos, steers and wild cows, and to send "Gorilla" Mike Hastings scouring the West for more. Scout Hastings was visibly pleased last week with one of his most celebrated finds, a bucking horse named Hell's Angel. So vicious that in five years no one has ridden him the prescribed ten seconds at the garden, Hell's Angel on opening night Bought about the downfall of one Fritz 1 ruan only a yard out of the chute...
...designing a "Workmen's Window" to represent the various trades engaged in building the church, they clubbed together to pay for it. Designer Willet happily put Architect Carroll at the bottom of the window, looking pale, and the stained-glass craftsman at the top, under a benevolent angel. A vine etched in gold joins the 14 figures in between-iron worker, excavator, stone mason, carpenter, woodcarver, electrician, roofer, plumber, plasterer, painter-and lettering sets forth: "We Are Laborers Together; Let Every Man Take Heed How He Buildeth...
...lyrics 25-year-old Joyce gave his version of love's old sweet song. Among apple trees and amid green woods, far removed from the bleeding tarts and coal-quay whores of Ulysses' Dublin, the young lover sings the praises of his "dove," his "beautiful one"-half angel, half virgin; he finally persuades her to undo the snood ''that is the sign of maidenhood"; and ends up in the classic predicament of all lyric lovers: starkly sitting on his bottom, all alone. A genius at mimicry. Joyce succeeds in imparting a flavor of old-fashioned purity...