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...make his calls. One day the owner's wife overheard him saying something about a painting. When he hung up, the owner tailed him on his motorcycle, while his wife called the police. The thief tried to cut across fields, but was finally caught cowering behind a heap of manure. The boy identified himself as Mario Roymans, 21. In his small apartment above a restaurant where he worked as a waiter, the lost Vermeer was found under his bed. Roymans' knife had sliced an inch or so of canvas around the edge of the painting, and areas...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Lost | 10/18/1971 | See Source »

AMERICANA The Whispered Faith Brigham Young was a Mormon bold, And a leader of the roaring rams, And a shepherd of a heap of pretty little sheep, And a nice fold of pretty little Jambs, And he lived with his five andforty wives, In the city of great Salt Lake Where they woo and coo as pretty doves do, And cackle like ducks to a drake...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AMERICANA: The Whispered Faith | 10/11/1971 | See Source »

AMERICAN bookstores are so flooded today with studies in radicalism of one kind or another that most of these exercises invariably find their way to the scrap heap. Not that they are all pat rhetoric, it's simply that no real market exists for them. The political mood of the country is so staid and complacent that there is little interest in critiques which forcefully challenge American society or even go so far as to suggest unorthodox remedies for the evil of the Indochina...

Author: By David Landau, | Title: Divine Disobedience | 6/17/1971 | See Source »

Pusey denounced what he called a tendency of "all too many of us" to "heap abuse on those whose understanding of this world seems to us inadequate or misguided...

Author: By Garrett Epps, | Title: Pusey Baccalaureate Speech Berates Youth | 6/16/1971 | See Source »

BOOM! sounded the cannons. Crack! went the rifles. As the smoke settled over the calm greensward of New Market, Va., a ragged gray line of ersatz Confederates marched on the Yankee guns. In accordance with the script, the Bluebellies died in a heap of splendid tragedy. As one mock Union soldier put it: "I'm a Confederate. But there weren't enough real Yankees to man the cannon...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: V.M.I. Remembers: The Battle of New Market | 5/24/1971 | See Source »

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