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...capital. When Mohamed II finally succeeded in crashing Constantinople's triple walls (in 1453), the townspeople hopefully streamed for their proudest monument, the Church of Saint Sophia, assured by a prophet that the Moslems would never conquer it. "In the space of an hour," wrote Historian Edward Gibbon, "the sanctuary, the choir, the nave, the upper and lower galleries, were filled with the multitudes of fathers and husbands, of women and children, of priests, monks, and religious virgins. . . . Their confidence was founded on the prophecy of an enthusiast or an impostor . . . that an angel would descend from heaven with...
...were too extreme, inane and misleading. But in Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria last week, at the annual meeting of the American Association of Advertising Agencies, admen squirmed as an insider, in the simplified and exaggerated terms of an eye-catching ad, told them off. Said Miss Bernice Fitz-Gibbon, advertising director of Gimbels: advertising stinks...
...onetime reporter, Bernice Fitz-Gibbon switched to advertising when she found out that the advertising manager made more than the city editor, and eventually landed at Macy's. There her copy (such as Macy's famed slogan, "It's Smart To Be Thrifty") established her as the store's highest paid copywriter. She went on to Wanamaker's, then to Gimbels. As its No. 1 huckster for the last six years, stout, bosomy Bernice Fitz-Gibbon, "almost 50," earns almost $100,000 a year for such sloganeering as "Gimbels HAS," "NOBODY but nobody beats Gimbels...
...Gibbon, the only one of the four whom the world did not tarnish, carried the classical spirit to the point of perfection-and, at moments, to the point of parody. The supreme detachment he imparted to his monumental Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire he imparted equally to his own life, and to his own account of it. In his Memoirs he reduced the ardent youthful romance that his father frowned upon to an immaculate antithesis: "I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son"-and thereafter lived without love till the day he died. But the plump...
Grand Inquisitor. James Boswell was a drunkard, a tomcat, a toady, a conceited ass and at times a consummate nuisance; but he produced almost as great a book as Gibbon's, and thanks to his inveterate good nature and high spirits, probably had more real friends. Some of his biographers have been unable to get past Boswell's faults and a few have tried to argue them away, but Mr. Quennell has done the pudgy Scot exact justice. He has seen-but also seen past-the clown who strutted about the Shakespeare Jubilee in Corsican fancy dress...