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Died. Francis Sydney Smythe, 49, Mt. Everest climber, writer (more than 20 books on Himalayan and Rocky Mountains subjects) and color photographer; of an unidentified disease contracted in The Himalaya; in Sussex, England. Graduating from. Swiss Alpine feats to bigger things (Kinchinjunga, 28,146 ft, 1930; Kamet, 25,447 ft., 1931), Smythe tackled Everest (29,141 ft.) in 1933, reached the 28,000-ft. level, had to turn back after trying alone for the summit. During the war he trained U.S. and British troops in mountain warfare...
Henry Bradford Washburn '33, veteran explorer and mountain climber, will show his technicolor film. "The Conquest of Mount McKinley" at a meeting sponsored by the Harvard Mountaineering Club in the Geographical Building at 8 p.m. tonight. The technical points of the climb will be featured...
Britain's literary great flocked to Bath. So did every social climber. Eighteenth Century Author Tobias Smollett, for one, sometimes looked with bilious eye at "what is called the fashionable company at Bath . . .† The number of people, and the number of houses continue to increase; and this will ever be the case, till the streams that swell this irresistible torrent of folly and extravagance shall either be exhausted or turned into other channels, by incidents and events which I do not pretend to foresee...
Only a handful of Parisians read this anemic little book when it first appeared in 1896. Few of them could have thought it likely that its author, a rather foppish and not very likable young social climber, would later devote the bulk of his adult life to composing one of the literary masterpieces of the times: Remembrance of Things Past. Even the most fanatical Proustians will have to grant that Pleasures and Regrets, now translated into English for the first time, is a trivial book. Languid little pseudo-pastoral sketches bedecked with whipped-cream imagery, pallid reflections on life...
...with all the trimmings: insomnia, a nice apartment on the correct street, seven suits, and the urge to leave his wife." His boss believed that "books are merchandise, like soap or toothpaste or fountain pens." Dick Eliot felt cheap and dishonest, but he was also a social climber with his eye on a social-register widow. So he promoted trash and got himself a nice raise...