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...Fisherman told MacKenzie, the guide, to be ready at 11 a.m. MacKenzie was ready, but the Old Fisherman was not: he rarely appeared before 3 o'clock in the afternoon. They fished from a launch in Lake Huron, in the clear blue icy waters around Birch Island in Canada's famed Manitoulin district. First trip out the Old Fisherman took five smallmouth black bass, one medium-sized musky. His tackle: a light trout rod, a pearl spoon...
Khaki windbreaker buttoned crookedly, white cloth hat drooped around his ears, the Old Fisherman was all grins as he rode back to his special train at Birch Island Station,- Ontario, in an Army jeep. He spread out his palms in the classic fisherman's gesture, shortened the distance between them, leaned back his head and laughed...
Died. Reginald Bathurst ("Reggie") Birch, 87, famed Victorian illustrator; in The Bronx Home for Incurables. Born in London, Bon Vivant Birch illustrated scores of magazines and books. For his drawings for Frances Hodgson Burnett's Little Lord Fauntleroy (which brought its author $350,000), Birch said he got $400 and two theater tickets...
...days grew longer and the last snows melted in the scrubby birch forests south of Leningrad, millions of men and women on both sides of the front prepared to die in Hitler's third bid for victory in the east. All along the 1,500-mile front, artillery unlimbered. Moscow claimed 1,894 German planes destroyed in four weeks of intensive air battles. Each night some 200 Russian heavy bombers plastered Nazi communication centers. Counterattacking Germans in the Kuban were beaten back in fierce but local encounters. The Luftwaffe raided Kursk, lost 65 planes. Russia's Black...
Discovered at the Home for Incurables in The Bronx was one of the great Victorian illustrators, 85-year-old Reginald Bathurst Birch, illustrator of Little Lord Fauntleroy. The courtly bon vivant of the '80s, half-blind and broke, had no complaints except against Fauntleroy. It was "about the worst thing that ever happened to me," he said. The lace-and-velvet wrapped little hero's fame had obscured everything else the artist had done. At present, he admitted, "you can say that I'm just a little hors de combat...