Word: breton
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Before she took off, Atlantic Flyer Jim Mollison lent her his wrist watch, saying, "For God's sake, don't get it wet. Salt water would ruin the works." Author Markham kept the watch dry, but she cracked up in a Cape Breton bog. She was the first woman to fly the Atlantic, eastwest. But even Author Markham could not fly the Atlantic every...
...having carefully tabulated their reactions, the Institute solemnly announced that—Chicago students like the streamlined deminudes of U.S. Magazine Artist George Petty. After Esquire's Petty, students coolly chose (in order of preference): Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, George Innes, Claude Monet, Doris Lee, Winslow Homer' Jules Breton, Caravaggio, Renoir, Manet,' John Singer Sargent, Vincent van Gogh. Art Institute Director Daniel Catton Rich blanched not a whit. Said he: "It was perfectly natural. The students like pretty girls and they like slick technique. I look at Petty myself whenever I get the chance...
...surrealist party conclaves one very famous surrealist is very pointedly not invited. He is Salvador Dali, who was read out of the party several years ago by Boss Breton for indulging in "cheap publicity...
Since surrealism was founded in 1924 by the French philosopher and poet of the subconscious, Andre Breton, it has become a hotly defended cult, of which Poet Breton has become a sort of political boss. Despite superficial appearances, surrealism had certain rather logical foundations. Fearing that the art of photography would some day beat all realistic art at its own game, Breton and a band of modern painters decided to find a field of painting where the camera could not go. The subconscious world of dreams was obviously inviolable. The researches of Sigmund Freud suggested that dream symbols, were often...
...tiny flotilla moved in battle line toward the still-sleeping village of St. Pierre, a lone bristle-bearded Breton sailor ran down to the quai to greet it, his wooden sabots clattering and slipping on the icy streets. In the still morning air the whole harbor could hear him bilingually swearing: "Pétain, le sacre bleu cochon, le old goat!" . . . With trembling hands he lashed the first corvette line to a bollard. "Vive De Gaulle," he shouted. "At last I can say it. Vive De Gaulle...