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Edwin Markham, poet (The Man With the Hoe: Lincoln) Litt.D...
Jean Charles Millet, 32, of Barbizon, France, was extremely fond of his grandfather. Who, indeed, would not be fond of such a forbear as the late great Jean Francois Millet, painter of The Angelus and Man With Hoe? So fond was Grandson Jean Charles that last week he was ignominiously thrust into a jail in Melun. For his fondness sprang from the fact that he had been able to use his grandfather's illustrious name in a scheme to bilk the public...
...specializes in - "Management Engineering." He belongs to the firm of Sanderson & Porter, whose clients include Federal Light & Traction Co., Na tional Distillers Products Corp., American Sumatra Tobacco Corp., American Water Works & Electric Co. Mr. Coburn's special ability has been enlisted before now by the directorates of R. Hoe & Co. (printing presses), Savage Arms Corp., International Gear Co. During the War he ran the Navy's aircraft factory in Philadelphia. After that he was with Bethlehem Ship building Corp. Born in Duluth 55 years ago, he was schooled at Annapolis...
...convert had a hard row to hoe. He tried to found a Catholic university in Dublin, and was thwarted; was promised a bishopric, which never came; was asked to make a translation of the Bible, and the plans fell through. But when Charles Kingsley, famed author of Westward Ho!, attacked him, calling him Jesuitical, Newman's series of replies (the Apologia pro vita sua) not only demolished Kingsley but reestablished Newman's reputation as the most important religious figure in England. He wrote the Apologia in seven weeks, sometimes working for 22 hours at a stretch. Says Biographer...
Tail stiffening like a hoe handle, brown eyes rolling madly, Nelly charged on Wallace, gored him deeply. At the same time showers of buckshot from the guns of shouting farmers added to Wallace's misery, roused his temper. Quickly he raked Nelly's ribs, broke her neck, left her to die, loped across the pasture into a cottage garden. There the Lyme Regis postman, armed with a revolver, stalked the lion through the hollyhocks, shot him dead...