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...Denver hangout was the Windsor Hotel, where he once turned loose a bushel of rats, closely followed by a pack of rat terriers. They swarmed from attic to wine cellar, leaving havoc in their wake. Ogilvy's best friend at the Windsor was its amiable, hard-boiled bartender, Harry Tammen, who in 1893, with a handsome, swaggering young gambler from Chicago, Frederick Gilmer Bonfils, bought the Denver Post...
Lillian Russell (20th Century-Fox), Producer Darryl F. Zanuck's semi-annual rummaging in the attic of U. S. culture, nostalgically evokes the howling vulgarities of the gilded era. This time the hourglass figure of Singer Lillian Russell serves as a prop on which to drape a long (two hours) and lavish account of her vocal triumphs and marital monotonies. For reasons which the picture never clears up, Alice Faye is cast as Lillian Russell. Queues of top-hatted gentlemen, roomfuls of roses, $15,000 trinkets sent her anonymously by Diamond Jim Brady fail to dent her indomitable domesticity...
Robert H. Brooks '40, of Needham, Mass., was awarded the two Bowdoin prizes of $75 each for the best translations into Greek and Latin. One prize was for a translation into Attic Greek of a passage in George Santayana's "The sense of Beauty," and the other for a translation into Latin of a passage in James Bryce's "The American Commonwealth...
Every night for 37 years leathery, angular Arnold Friedman went home from his job as a Manhattan postal clerk to his attic studio in Queens. There he painted the people who had come up to his money-order window, the street scenes that had caught his eye. In 1937 he retired on pension, able at last to paint all day. Last Feb. 23 Arnold Friedman was 60. Same day the Metropolitan Museum of Art bought his painting Unemployable (see cut). By last week, when his one-man show opened in Manhattan's Bonestell Gallery, modest Arnold Friedman was making...
Even so, she managed to stagger up to the attic, crawled out of a window to the steep roof. There she clung while her husband's murderers ransacked the house, finally went away. All night she lay there, afraid they would come back. In the morning she was discovered, finally rescued by the Stockton Volunteer Fire Department. While Sheriff J. William Hall investigated, groups of enraged men started scouring Worcester County, searching Negro shacks, barns, cypress swamps...