Word: collector
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...year-old Blue Water International Bridge between Port Huron, Mich., and Sarnia, Ontario. Michigan's Democratic Governor John B. Swainson, 36, stoically took the only appropriate action. By executive decree, he ended the two-bit toll on the bridge-and with it the $6,115-a-year toll-collector's job held since 1957 by John A. C. Swainson. 57, his father...
...night of Dec. 13, FBI men entered a flophouse in Bridgewater, Pa., and arrested a chunky character named Ralph Charlton Hobbs. The G-men charged that he was one of a gang that last July stole ten paintings from the home of Millionaire Collector G. David Thompson in the Pittsburgh suburb of Whitehall. Hobbs was picked up after he opened direct negotiations with Thompson on Thompson's no-questions-asked offer of $100,000 for the return of the paintings. In fact, to show his good faith, Hobbs had returned one Picasso; the G-men. after trailing Hobbs...
About a month after Hobbs first made contact with Thompson, the insurance company paid off the collector $189,000 for his losses. The FBI therefore turned over to the company the nine paintings that it recovered. Thompson can have them back by returning the $189,000 to the insurance company. But the paint-napers damaged their loot, and Thompson says the insurance company owes him $70,000 to cover the restoration. The company argues that $7,750 would be ample. At that, Thompson was better off than the lenders to last July's Cézanne show...
...wily that one stuffed carcass is often all a man can show for a lifetime of shooting (TIME, April 28). The duckbilled, chicken-bodied coots that the gunmen slaughter in their annual Belchenjagd (Belchen hunt) are worthless as trophies, and dead birds are usually given to the nearest garbage collector. Some hunters claim that a Belchen is edible-if it is marinated for two weeks in buttermilk and roasted with chestnuts...
...vignettes ramble through Saroyan's life in no particular order, but they tend to bunch up at both ends, thus dealing mostly with his childhood and puberty and the present, i.e., his early 50s. Running through them all are those two great mythic figures, The Tax Collector and William Saroyan The Universal Genius. "My plays are the human race. And most of the plays of the other playwrights aren't." "My own [writing] which nobody's writing will outlive . . . will be discovered again and again. It will speak ... as long as any writing speaks to anybody...