Word: friend
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...King's Henchman is completed, is Miss Millay's greatest achievement. According to her host-companion Poet Arthur Ficke, "it begins on a high heroic plane and mounts steadily in dramatic interest. It is mag-nificent." It sings of an English King who despatched his bosom friend, centuries ago, to seek out the Thane of Devon, to bring back word whether the Thane's daughter is really as fair as tradition would have her. On All Hallows' Eve the ambassador beholds the beauty stealing timidly over the moor, her path lighted by a single torch...
Willie Hoppe saw a friend in the second row, and on his way to the table he stopped and shook hands-with his left hand. To use his right would have dislodged the poise of the fine muscles there. The table stood on a carpet in the middle of the ballroom. He began to play with confidence and a measured rhythm. From four sides of the room the faces of the crowd, banked in rows, in the shadow, in the airless heat, watched him without moving. This was an important evening for Willie Hoppe. Boy prodigy, now nearly 40, balkline...
...back in Denver with some of the Corsican's boodle to see what he could do. His first few projects collapsed. Then the old Denver Post, a fly-by-night sheet, offered itself for sale at $12,500. Bartender Tammen talked $25,000 more out of his Corsican friend and became a publisher...
...Cleveland Museum of Art had last week just opened its exhibit of 156 foreign paintings chosen from the recent International display of Pittsburgh's Carnegie Institute (TIME, Oct. 11 et seq.). Among them was a certain "Portrait of My Mother," not by Whistler, but by a friend of Whistler, Ambrose McEvoy, R. A., 48, noted British painter of women. On the day the Cleveland exhibit opened, Painter McEvoy died, in London. A palm spray was placed beneath the portrait of his mother...
...shot his bolt. He's dead. His official spokesman is a spiritualist. And then take the matter of these people down in Nicaragua. I have never been acquainted with many of them, although one never knows whom he's going to meet in Cambridge. Yet I have a friend who is engaged to one and he says he really likes her. In fact he prefers her to the Roumanian outfit. Now she's probably representative of a lot of that bunch down there. Good fellows who like a little war once in a while, not a big war with...