Word: haydon
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Peter Stearns '57 and D. Frank Haydon '57, both of Eliot House, were named first and second vice president respectively...
...century's most entrenched and articulate bachelors ("Marriage is based on the theory that when a man discovers a particular brand of beer exactly to his taste he should at once throw up his job and go to work in the brewery"); and Julie Haydon, 45, wraithlike stage actress; after an 18-year courtship, a nine-year engagement; aboard the cruise liner Santa Rosa in Caribbean waters...
...there were only 68 works of sculpture for Chicago's 6,020 acres of parks with their 205 miles of boulevards and drives. Then, because Illinois Attorney General Latham Castle showed no inclination to contest the Art Institute's decision, Artists Equity moved to substitute its President Haydon and vociferous Chicago Sculptor Milton Horn to argue the case for statuary...
Romance came at last to Broadway Critic George Jean Nathan, 72, iconoclastic sniper-in-arms (in the '20s) of H. L Mencken. Announced Nathan, from Manhattan's Royalton Hotel, where he has lived as a bachelor for 48 years: he would soon marry wraithlike Actress Julie Haydon, 44, with whom he has been keeping company for 17 years. Julie last appeared on Broadway nine years ago as a wispy cripple in Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie. "The best woman," Nathan once wrote, "is the inferior of the second-best man . . . To enjoy women at all, one must...
...Fuseli's pictures were so violent and his vanity so strong that his contemporaries came to look on him as a character from one of his own drawings. Benjamin Robert Haydon, the historical painter, wrote five years after Fuseli's death: "[He] was undoubtedly the greatest genius of his day . . . But in the modes of conveying his thoughts ... he was a monster . . . His women are all strumpets, and his men all banditti, with the action of galvanized frogs, the dress of mountebanks, and the hue of pestilential putridity . . ." There is something terrifyingly timely in Fuseli's nightmarish...