Word: batons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Baton Rouge. Pale Horse, Pale Rider is the second book in three weeks to come out of the new Southern literary centre at Baton Rouge, La. That eminent patron of the arts, the late Huey Long, inadvertently started a writing colony there when he imported a group of young Southern writers to give his Louisiana State University intellectual prestige to match its new buildings. Leader is Robert Penn Warren, who found time to edit a critical quarterly, The Southern Review, while writing his first novel, Night Rider (TIME, March...
...living in a two-room apartment on tree-shaded America Avenue in Baton Rouge. Charming, quiet, well-liked, she cooks, sews, collects old records and music, reads medieval documents, and modern poetry. Her slow writing bothers her not at all: "There are too many bad books without me trying to turn out two a year." But she is working on a novel, Promised Lands, wants to write four books, one for each section of the U. S. If they live up to Pale Horse, Pale Rider, the literary colony of Baton Rouge may turn out to be far more durable...
...love without francs. Deprived of his intended, young Julien in 1768 took his heart to America, in Louisiana rose from peddler to owner of many acres and slaves. When he died, rich and unwed, in 1824, he bequeathed to the neighboring parishes of Pointe Coupée and West Baton Rouge $30,000 each, ". . . the interest ... to be employed in giving a dowry to all girls of the said parish who get married-the unfortunate always to be preferred...
Pointe Coupée eventually diverted its inheritance to building a school, but except in the Civil War years, West Baton Rouge annually had distributed the interest on Julien Poydras' money to dark, full-breasted Creole brides. Of the $2,400 or so paid each year, the poorest brides get the most. Just how much each receives is the secret of the three commissioners who administer the fund. Otherwise, jealousies might cloud the fame of Julien Poydras...
Then things began to happen. Word soon spread around that the show at the Great Northern Theatre was worth the price of admission (55? top). Chicago's best critics ventured inside, came out beaming. Music lovers began to go, found that Chicago's most energetic baton-waving and most stimulating symphonic programs were being dished out by, its WPAsters...