Word: henrys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Litwak is already hankering after the mantle of famed Primitive Henri Rousseau (1844-1910), the Parisian customs inspector who retired to paint leafy jungle fantasies, without ever having seen a jungle. Says Litwak of Rousseau: "Plenty to criticize, but all right." He prefers him to Pittsburgh's late John Kane, long considered the No. 1 U.S. primitive, who painted fussy toy trains and muscular self-portraits. Nowadays the field is crowded with such deliberate amateurs as upstate New York's 85-year-old "Grandma" Moses (TIME, Oct. 21, 1940) and fellow Brooklynite Morris Hirshfield, 73-year-old retired...
Anthony Eden preferred to be No. 2 man in Britain's Tory Party. Tubby Paul-Henri Spaak, who hopes to be Premier of Belgium, showed no interest in the job. Neither did Czechoslovakia's Jan Masaryk...
...atom bomb was the creation of France's long-dead Henri Becquerel, who discovered radioactivity, and the Curies, who discovered radium. It was the creation of Albert Einstein, sitting quietly in an old sweater, keeping his speculative pencil always pointed close to the secrets of physics...
...French and Russian judges gave no sign of their opinions. Bald, mustached Henri Donnedieu de Vabres, a professor at the University of Paris, who has never been a judge and never practised law, seemed lost. Once he asked a question that indicated that he had not been following the testimony too successfully. A British prosecutor answered with condescending politeness: "If the learned French judge will look on page so-and-so. . . ." Donnedieu subsided into confused mumblings and rustled among the books and papers in front of him. The Russian, Major General I. T. Nikitchenko, says little in open court...
Last week they caught a hitherto respected layman-gentle, white-mustached Henri Gotti, beadle of Sacré Coeur, who wore his plumed hat and carried his massive staff in parish processions. Each night, with francs filched from the almsbox, M. Gotti had slipped off to such fleshpots as the Moulin Rouge and Bal Tabarin. "Poor Gotti!" said worldly-wise parishioners. "Montmartre was too near the Sacré Coeur...