Word: breakfasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Eleven is an ideal time for class, between breakfast and lunch, cramping neither. Gucrard, with a reputation of being an excellent but demanding lecturer, is giving Comp. Lit. 166, a half course in the "Forms of the Modern Novel." It could be a very good bet (Emerson D). Nock's History of Religions 101 is highly entertaining. Good to listen in on occasionally (Harvard 5). Kenneth Conant's Fine Arts 179, "American Architecture." is non-technical, not difficult, and excellent to audit. Slides and aucedotes (Fogg Large Room...
There, in the hardest job of his life, Father Franks lives close to his work. The day begins at 7:15 when the Franks children (Caroline, 10, and Allison, 4) rouse their parents. Breakfast is in a small room off Lady Franks's bedroom (just fruit juice and coffee for Sir Oliver, who has to watch his weight; once when he was laid up with a broken...
...morning last week, Prime Minister Louis St. Laurent, still smoking his after-breakfast cigarette, stepped briskly out of his apartment house on Ottawa's Elgin Street and walked toward his office on Parliament Hill. To a woman passer-by who smiled at him St. Laurent doffed his Panama. A grinning, unshaven drunk gave him a grandiose wave, got a nod in return. At a busy intersection, a policeman directing traffic kept him waiting at the curb while two streetcars rumbled by. In the five-block walk, only half a dozen Canadians saluted their handsome, 67-year-old Prime Minister...
...Wrong." The home-towners aren't the only ones who keep solicitous tabs on Musial. Two weeks ago in Chicago, Third Baseman Tom Glaviano of the Cardinals said to Stan at breakfast: "I prayed for you last night. I got down on my knees and prayed." Impressed, Musial said he didn't realize Glaviano thought that much of him. "Don't get me wrong," explained Glaviano, "I was thinking what I could do with all that World Series dough...
Said one visitor from Los Angeles, who had managed to breakfast on a symphony concert, lunch on T. S. Eliot's new play, The Cocktail Party (see THEATER), and sup on Verdi's A Masked Ball: "I feel as if I had eaten too much plum pudding. But the awful thing is I want more...