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...last prisoners released. He embarked on a career in lieder singing in 1948, since then has almost single-handedly managed to elevate the art to its present high level of widespread popularity. Celebrated Export. A beefy 6 ft. 2 in., with the dimpled look of a heavyweight cherub, Fischer-Dieskau is today Germany's most celebrated musical export. He is booked three years in advance, shuttles between continents like a suburban commuter to meet his breakneck schedule, averages an income of $225,000 a year. Betwixt and between, he turns out records like flapjacks. With...
Died. Ferruccio Burco, 26, onetime Italian infant maestro who by eight had performed the world over, conquering more by his velvet knee pants and cherub face than by musicianship (he memorized gestures), then swiftly faded despite years of study, retreating to the countryside as leader of a roving provincial band; of injuries suffered in an auto accident; near Ostuni, Italy...
...Cherub-faced Mike Haider is an oilman of a different stripe than his predecessor. Rathbone came up as a refinery man, was a tough administrator. "If you ask if I like to leave," he growled last week, "the answer is 'Hell, no.' " Softer-spoken North Dakotan Haider, a Stanford graduate ('27) in chemical engineering, is a research and exploration expert; among other Jersey jobs, he brought in Imperial Oil's Leduc No. 1 in Alberta, the find that started western Canada's oil boom in 1947. Despite their different backgrounds, Haider (whose salary will soon...
Like a wise, slightly wicked old cherub, U.S. Representative Charles Anthony Buckley, 71, the Democratic boss of The Bronx, sat in the guest of honor's seat at a $100-a-plate dinner in Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria. He was immensely pleased-for despite the fact that he is involved in a bitter political battle with New York City's Mayor Robert Wagner, he heard praise heaped about his head from the top Democrats in the land. Chortled Charlie after it was all over: "Never before in the history of Bronx County have we had such...
...ourselves with, so we'd tell stories. Tom, who was quite shy, would hide behind my skirts listening. This one night we said, 'Tom, why don't you tell us a story?' We were sure he'd say no. And you know, that little cherub- he had golden ringlets and big blue eyes-launched forth with a story that went on and on. It was about alligators and the jungle and all sorts of animals. Suddenly he said, 'I can't go on further; it's getting scarier and scarier...