Word: bust
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Karnak. Permanence, at least in alabaster, is not man's lot; as time passed, his statue was broken in half and thrown into a pit near the temple. In 1951 the top half was bought by Richmond's Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. This month the bust was rejoined with the missing lower half to make the proud minister once more a whole man (see opposite page...
Humpty Dumpty Hunt. This miraculous reunion in Richmond owes nothing to the ancient gods of Egypt, everything to Egyptologist Bernard Bothmer of the Brooklyn Museum, a man who plays the mating game with a passion. When he first saw the broken bust in 1951, it left an indelible impression. "It was as if he were alive," recalls Bothmer. "He is tense and poised. I knew that the bottom part would be cross-legged in the stylized posture of a scribe." Then, while combing through the archives at Paris' College de France, Bothmer came upon a yellowed 1934 photograph...
Sleuthing led Bothmer in 1956 to an Egyptian merchant's house in Luxor. The Virginia bust had borne the inscription of Psamtik I; the base in Luxor babbled in hieroglyphs that it was a seat for "the Count of Counts, Prince of Princes, Chief of Chiefs, Foremost Nobleman of the Companions, Eyes of the King in Upper Egypt, the King's Mouthpiece in Lower Egypt." The carving clearly identified Sema-tawy-tefnakht, known historically as Psamtik's chief minister. When the part purchased in Egypt was lifted into place in the U.S., Bothmer had his moment...
...social event no less than as a political revival meeting, the Tcach-In was a bust. It was more like a compulsory Orientation Week discussion of C.P. Snow, with the great crowd dutifully immobile and silent...
...budget understudies: Patty, Sally, Violet and Frieda. Pig-Pen is a "human soil bank" who raises a cloud of dust on a perfectly clean street and passes out gumdrops that are invariably black. Mop-haired Schroeder is always banging out Beethoven on the piano or gazing soulfully at a bust of the master ("I picked Beethoven," says Schulz, "because he is sort of pompous and grandiose. I like Brahms better"). Lucy is in love with Schroeder, but he is too busy with Beethoven to care. She gets revenge. She invites Schroeder to play at a "dinner party," and Schroeder finds...