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Died. Florence Griswold, 86, "foster-mother" of the American Barbizon School of Painters; after long illness; in Old Lyme, Conn. "Miss Florence's" great grandfather and grandfather were both governors of Connecticut; her father was Captain Robert Griswold of the London packet Ocean Queen. Boarders in her stately, elm-shaded house in the early 1900s included Chauncey Ryder, Henry W. Ranger, Childe Hassam, Clark Voorhees, other U. S. Impressionists. Last year when she became too poor to keep her house, former New York State Supreme Court Justice Robert McCurdy Marsh bought it, gave her a free lease for life...
...leaves developed in intensity as the weeks passed and finally culminated the night his employer gave a costume ball to please his wife, who was always wanting parties. By this time Mr. Pinkle's diet was so bound up with leaves that he had to have a dozen elm trees planted in his yard...
...Testament Heinrich Marschner (student song of Heidelberg) Yale INTERMISSION Liebeslieder Brahms Choruses from The Yeomen of the Guard Sullivan Soloist: D. P. MacAllester '38 Football Songs Harvard Brave Mother Yale Thomas G. Shepard Shall I, Wasting in Despair? Old English Air (Words by G. Wither, 1588-1667) Where the Elm Tree Grows Yale Song Book Football Medley Arr. by Arthur Hall Yale Bright College Years Fair Harvard Yale and Harvard
...shiny now contraption that looks like a cross between an electric lawnmower and the Wright Brothers' first airplane moves smoothly along over the elm covered lawn of the Yard scooping leaves as it goes. Creation of a vacuum is the principle by which the machine operates. A large roller is turned, creating a fine vacuum and whoosh!--all the leaves are in the basket...
...would be near midnight by the time three tubs were full and ready for the morning after. Included in the preliminaries, was a trip to the woods for sassafras root and slippery elm bark for flavoring. Next morning an outdoor fire was made and the freshly scoured copper kettle swung into place. Cider on to boil, apples ready to add, and the bilin' was under way. Also ready was the long handle stirrer with a row of clean white corn husks tied through the row of holes in the end of the paddle. This was manipulated, all day long...