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...sleepy South Carolina town of Orangeburg are the weathered buildings of the state's Colored Normal, Industrial, Agricultural, and Mechanical College. They are old buildings, belonging for the most part to generations long past. An air of decay pervades the 50-acre, unkempt campus. It is a decay bred from apathy--apathy of the State Legislature, of the board of trustees, of the 1300 or so students who know they are getting an education that is second-rate. It springs from a college president who, though obsequious to the all-white board of trustees, rules the faculty--men and women...
Crapshooter l/c. Boston-bred Fred Richmond got his start in business at Harvard, in the Navy's wartime V12 officer-training program. In his spare time, he ran a one-man tax consultant service and drummed up ads for the Harvard Lampoon. Shipped to the Pacific before finishing Harvard, he came out of the war a radioman third class and crapshooter first class. He graduated from Boston University, then used $1,400 of Navy dice winnings to start an ad-sales office...
...Doncaster, England, Kentucky-bred Never Say Die romped to a twelve-length victory in the 178th renewal of the St. Leger Stakes and ran off with $37,721 for his American owner, 78-year-old Financier Robert Sterling Clark. Blinking happily through tears, Clark hugged his three-year-old chestnut colt, first American-bred and American-owned horse since 1881 to win both the Epsom Derby (TIME, June 14) and the St. Leger...
...Napoleon's Empress Josephine, had passivity thrust upon her. Abducted by Corsairs while en route home to Martinique from a convent in Nantes, Aimée was given as a present to Turkish Sultan Abd ül Hamid I, who popped her into his harem. At first, convent-bred Aimée violently resisted a fate worse than death, but at last came to agree with the Arab maxim: "Woman succeeds where man fails, for woman knows when to yield." Aimée became the Sultan's favorite, and lived to a ripe age plotting bloodthirstily against...
...deeply religious . . . She was passionate, sensual, but not in a woman's way. And she was completely flat-chested . . . When she saw a man she wanted, she took him. She'd beckon him over, and off they'd go ... And whatever she did, she remained well-bred." Russian to the core, Isabelle was prone to cries and lamentations which she often expressed in admirable prose. She explained: "Why do I prefer nomads to villagers, beggars to rich people? Aie yie yie! for me, unhappiness is a sort of spice ... I love the knout!" To Author Blanch, Isabelle...