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Charles Frederick Grover '50--the gentleman in question--received front-page treatment this summer because he is a Harvard man, because he attempted an incredible 45-mile swim from Boston to Provincetown, on the tip of Cape Cod, and because he had marital problems to boot...
...excruciating) inflames the shoulder; some forms of exercise, e.g., golf and fishing, in which there is less strain on the right shoulder muscles, are not difficult. The President's physicians have used a variety of treatments, e.g., deep heat, X ray, exercise and generous gulps of cod-liver oil. The bursitis is not dangerous, but the pain is still there, and it sometimes keeps the President from sleeping...
Rafting to Quebec. In the long era of peace that has reigned over it ever since, the river became a great commercial waterway. Fisheries thrived in its waters. Harvests of cod, whale and eels were yielded by the salt tide that rolls upstream from the Atlantic; sturgeon, whitefish and trout teemed in the fresh-water lakes. The virgin forests on its shores fed the pioneer lumber industry with log rafts the size of small islands floating downstream to be loaded in ships at Quebec...
...Eighth. They've torn the shops down since." He did the oil in the small, tidy Washington Square studio where he has lived for 42 years. His wife, also an artist, poses for most of his figures, as she did for the woman in the window in Cape Cod Morning. "It's a woman looking out to see if the weather's good enough to hang out her wash," she explains. "Did I say that?" Hopper rumbles in contradiction. "You're making it Norman Rockwell. From my point of view she's just looking...
...bust formidable, her manner blunt. Among the urbane Oxford and Cambridge tones of the House of Commons, her voice sounds rough and raucous as a Liverpool fishwife's. In the mannered cut-and-thrust of debate, her points are as emphatic as the slap of a wet cod across a face. Newspapers poke sly fun at her, other M.P.s snicker at her, county squires snort: "She's a disgrace to public life." But among her constituents in Liverpool's grimy dockland, Mrs. Bessie Braddock, M.P., is a beloved and admired champion...