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...with a wispy grey beard, a high thin voice, and a rambling house in Peiping. There he works behind peeling walls that surround a series of tiny gardens, through which ducks and relatives waddle and wander happily all day long. Ch'ih Pai-shih has 30 relatives living with him, and supports 20 more in Hunan. His household includes ten children of his own, the youngest of whom he hopefully calls...
...attention of Alexander Woollcott and his circle of literary back-scratchers. He had a play, Christmas Eve, produced on Broadway. (It flopped, in spite of an on-stage childbirth.) At other times the professor has traveled widely. In Moscow he met a zoo director with a long Santa Claus beard, who showed him a cage containing not only animals but two pretty girls. This, said the director, was meant "to illustrate the oneness of all living things." Eckstein went to Japan to write a biography of Japanese Scientist Hideyo Noguchi. He also noted that Japan smells of excrement, as Norway...
Then frail, 65-year-old Composer Kodaly himself, looking like an El Greco with his sunken face and pointed white beard, took the podium to lead the orchestra and two choruses in the work which first won him fame. When it was over, Education Minister Gyula Oretetay presented the composer with a gold-leafed baton, and bull-necked Communist War Minister Peter Veres, a self-educated peasant who makes a point of never wearing a necktie on formal occasions, gave Kodály a wreath of fresh Hungarian wheat...
Assistance from the Master. For a while, he earned a living as an assistant to a coffin maker. But he still plugged away at his sculpture. One day an old man with a flowing beard called on him to congratulate him on a statue he had seen. "I have come to offer my assistance. My name," the old man added, "is Rodin...
...vaulted hall of Florence's Palazzo Strozzi, one day last week, art scholars and critics from all over the world were waiting. Through a tiny oaken door stepped a frail, bearded little man, Bernhard Berenson, the world's greatest authority on Italian Renaissance art. Bobbing and nodding his white beard to the ovation, he hurried, with staccato steps, to the center of a long table. There, Italy's Minister of Education Guido Gonella presented him with two bronze medals, one four centuries old, the other struck especially in his honor. After the minister's speech, cheers...