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Then came a brand new question: Identify the contemporary ruler or political bigwig who is i) a shoemaker's son, 2) a baker's son, 3) a blacksmith's son, 4) a bastard's son. They got the first three in short order: Stalin, Daladier, Mussolini. For No. 4, Oscar Levant's candidate was Adolf Schickelgruber. A woman in the audience disagreed.* "Wasn't he, really?" queried Fadiman, glancing owlishly around. "Well," spake John Kieran, beating Fadiman to the evening's punch line, "he is, if he wasn...
...greeted him with gifts of wine, fruit, spaghetti, cheese, olive oil. He reviewed them, told them his spirit was "unchangeably rural." They in turn filed past the tomb of Alessandro and Rosa Maltoni Mussolini, Il Duce's parents, visited the house where Benito Mussolini was born and the blacksmith shop where his father worked...
...made St. Olaf's choir what it is is genial, 68-year-old Dr. Christiansen. The violinist son of a Norwegian blacksmith, Dr. Christiansen came to the U. S. from Larvik, Norway, went to St. Olaf College 26 years ago as head of the music department. Since then he has become the college's most respected figure, and though St. Olaf's youngsters call him "Christy" behind his back, they would never dare address him as anything but Dr. Christiansen...
...courts, was the prosecutor's trim, Junior-Leaguish wife. The other had never attended a trial. She it was who, in 1903 (year after Thomas Edmund Dewey was born in Owosso, Mich.), as the prettiest girl in Tammany's Eleventh District, married an ambitious young Irish blacksmith, James J. Hines. She appeared in court, flanked by her bulky sons and their pretty-girl wives, only because Jimmy Hines was in the worst trouble of his rough-&-tumble career. Like Mrs. Dewey she went to see her man play for highest stakes: political position v. prison...
Cautioning trustbusters that mere bigness did not mean badness, he argued that small business despite certain "nostalgic reminiscences" was not necessarily competitive or humane. "The village grocery store, the village blacksmith, the village grist mill, were all monopolies. . . . Such competition as there has been, curiously enough, came from large-scale enterprise; mail-order houses, and later the chain stores...