Word: beards
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Loud plaudits, transient fame, and sometimes lasting wealth are deemed the typical rewards of champions. Men honor perhaps too often and too eagerly their strong, enduring or dexterous brethren. Yet this is not always so. Last week, during one sweltering London afternoon, a little man of 61, whose brown beard is turning white, set what is believed to be a world's record, yet reaped no plaudits and no pelf...
...Coronations do not come so very dear. Subtle ex-Tsar Ferdinand smiles in his beard. He answers no questions. Little Tsar Boris motors with abandon, hunts in picturesque attire, confides to pressmen that he loves birds, flowers, wolfhounds, but no woman-and witless rumors fly. Behind the iridescent screen of these puerilities, the old Tsar tweaks many a string, moves about Europe in welcome obscurity, continues to be a force which statesmen do not neglect to recognize...
...other fragments. Piece was laid to piece; the statue grew like a head emerging from the casual, apparently unrelated strokes of an artist's crayon, until at last it stood complete and the wide marble eyes, the straight nose descending under the helmet's shadow, the curling beard still dusted with thin flakes of gilt, revealed the face...
...that was placed, in a sealed envelope, under a painting. Some of the best painters in England sold their canvases for $5; a painting by Sir John Lavery went for $37. But Augustus John, that swaggering British Van Dyke with his great soft hat and his little sharp beard, is a shrewd business man as well as a capable painter; he knew that when people are watched they are generous but that the offers one seals up in privy envelopes are apt to be mean. His show brought him $25,000, with a top price...
...years old, I don't know what I shall do." Thus the mother of Brooklyn's prodigious 12-year-old. whose poetic flights since the age of nine (The Janitor's Boy, Lava Lane)) have floored the pundits, made good Poet Erwin Markham grumble into his beard (TIME, Nov. 23, MISCELLANY) and won her an invitation to join the Society of Authors, Playwrights and Composers (Poet Thomas Hardy, President), the first invitation to any American since that other, rubicund Brooklynite, Walt Whitman...