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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...came back to Carnegie Hall. He had warned that he was "going to take his engine apart and put it together again; but it would not be a new engine." Last month, when he had cranked it up again in San Francisco, listeners and critics thought at first they heard a faint whirring and grinding of gears. Heifetz himself, his usual platform poker face masking his nervousness, found it "hard to get going again." But by the time he had plucked and bowed Bach and Mozart across the U.S., Manhattan fiddle-fans found that the old Heifetz engine was still...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Refreshed & Refueled | 2/7/1949 | See Source »

During all those years, Headmaster Lucas didn't change much. Though he became a canon of his cathedral and assistant to the Bishop of Washington, he never learned to be formal. If he heard that some teacher's wife had suddenly been taken ill, he would still rush headlong out of a conference to see that she got proper care; once, when he attended a Halloween party in his old Marine uniform, he danced so hard that the pants split down the middle. The Christianity he taught was never stern. "He could have been any kind of clergyman...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Goodbye to the Chief | 2/7/1949 | See Source »

Something Wrong. Gehrmann wasted no time looking back. The loudspeaker told him what he wanted to know: at the half, he heard his time (2:02), noted that Willy Slykhuis was second, pressing close. Ingvar Bengtsson, loaded with penicillin for abscessed teeth, had faded fast and was out of the running...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Anthem Night | 2/7/1949 | See Source »

...headlong way, television had tromped on many a sensitive toe. Last week it heard some anguished cries...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The Rumblings | 2/7/1949 | See Source »

Readers of the Saturday Evening Post would be greatly disappointed if Alexander Botts, the famed sales manager of the Earthworm Tractor Co., were not up to his neck in trouble. When last heard from (in Author William Hazlett Upson's latest story), Botts had bogged a scraper so deep in the Canadian muskeg that not even his mighty Earthworm tractor could pull it out. But Botts managed it; he used rockets, for a jet-assisted takeoff...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CORPORATIONS: Big Cat | 2/7/1949 | See Source »

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