Word: guys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...crowning blow to Joe's self-esteem was that the girl he loved in his boyhood became a popular novelist and wrote a book in which he found himself pictured as a tough guy, with quaint phrases and vague literary aspirations. It was true enough to make him wince and wrong enough to make him sore. Readers may feel somewhat the same way about The Best of Intentions. Its artificiality lies in the vagueness and unreality of Joe Moreton apart from, his adolescent and middle-aged embarrassments. The latter may have been real enough, but they are less than...
Until 1930 the band had never attempted any formations on the field. That year, however, with almost 100 members participating it was possible to spell out "Harvard" and "Veritas." Guy V. Slade '32, drill master at that time, began a program of regular field drills for half-time periods after that...
...band has always been a family affair: Guy, Carmen and Lebert own it. Sister Rose Marie (now Mrs. Henry Becker) once sang, but, says Guy, "never took it seriously." He doesn't exactly say so, but he gives the impression that the defection of kid brother Victor, who quit playing saxophone with the Royal Canadians three years ago to get up his own band, was just about the most disturbing thing since the secession of the South. In a way, all of the band members are in the family. If one musician dislikes a new song, out it goes...
...Royal Canadians' favorite fan is Mama Lombardo, who now lives in Connecticut and never misses a broadcast or a record. Papa Lombardo, who once sang at church socials in Ontario, has never yet really come around. Once, after a broadcast, Guy phoned and asked him how he liked it. Papa muttered noncommittally. When Guy pressed him, he finally snapped : "If you're looking for compliments, I'll put your mother...
...illustrate the stories, Harte picked an intense, white-haired little artist named Guy Rowe. When 55-year-old Artist Rowe accepted the commission, he knew next to nothing about the inside of the Bible. For months before picking up a brush, he read and reread the Old Testament, steeping himself in its character and drama. Then he began a patient, persistent search-among his friends, in public places, on trains and planes-for the faces that would fit his conception of the prophets and kings of Israel. Only one picture was posed: his son and daughter-in-law became Adam...