Word: birthdays
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Near Rapallo, where he has lived for the past 40 years, Britain's famed Satirist Sir Max Beerbohm ("the inimitable Max") quietly passed his 80th birthday. Among his gifts: a privately printed scarlet-bound book containing tributes from such younger men of letters as Robert Graves, T. S. Eliot, Evelyn Waugh and Graham Greene...
...Dutch, Flemish, English, French, German and Italian, and also had "a competent working knowledge of Spanish, Portuguese, Danish, Swedish, Norwegian, Rumanian and Swahili." For places, faces and cases, Pinto's memory was tenacious: he can still remember "not only what presents were given to me on my third birthday but who gave them and at what time of day they arrived." Stored in his mind like a library of microfilms were detailed pictures of every sizable street in all the capitals of Europe, along with their adjacent side-streets, hotels and restaurants...
...cabin in the woods where he did his composing, there were speeches by Senators Styles Bridges and Charles Tobey. Thornton Wilder read passages from Our Town, which he wrote in the colony. Mrs. MacDowell listened to selections of her husband's music and accepted a birthday book of greetings from several hundred statesmen and former colonists. She was, said Mrs. MacDowell in her thank-you speech, "a very ordinary woman who was given a very great opportunity which I se zed.'' And from Colony President Carl Carmer there was further good news. The proceeds of a fund...
...preview birthday party" at Hill-rest Farm, Peterborough, N.H., Mrs. Edward MacDowell, 94-year-old widow of famed U.S. Composer Edward (To a Wild Rose) MacDowell, heard praise and thanks from some 500 artists and friends for founding the 600-acre MacDowell Colony, an inexpensive, secluded working spot which has produced more than 20 Pulitzer Prizewinners in the past 45 years...
Refreshed from a week's vacation and 72nd birthday celebration at his paper mill in northern Quebec, Chicago Tribune Publisher Robert R. ("Bertie") McCormick last week came back to work. He stepped briskly out of the elevator of Chicago's Tribune Tower into his oval-shaped office on the 24th floor, greeted his secretary and asked: "Will you please call WGN [the Trib's radio station'] and ask them for the correct time?" A moment later she announced that it was 11:21. McCormick carefully set the gold-banded watch on his right wrist...