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...noise and the party ceased. The party was given by two newlyweds, David Tennant (son of Viscountess Grey of Fallodon) and Mrs. Tennant (nee Hermione Baddeley, actress). They wore orange sleeping suits of silk; the guests, too, came in blazing pajamas; many brought bottles of hair restorers, ink, gasoline, Thames water. Champagne was not lacking. After the party, Mrs. Tennant said: "Bottle and pajama parties ought to be the vogue in weather like the present . . . I think London will take to the idea...
...sketchily painted Arcadian landscape. We have been taught to see its allusions stick out like elbows (here a homage to Giorgione, there a quotation from Marcantonio Raimondi), but what infuriated the audience at the Salon des Refusés in 1863, and has caused so many gallons of ink to be spilled on it since, is its insolubility as narrative. An "uncouth riddle," one critic called it. What are those people doing? One modernist answer is that they are busy being in a painting. But, as Curator Cachin shows in her catalogue note's meticulous and witty unskeining...
...Lowell, Mass., graduate students bend over drafting tables inside the Boott Cotton Mills, which produced textiles from 1835 until 1955. Working with ink on translucent Mylar, one of them delineates the canals that carried water from the Merrimack River to giant turbines beneath the mills. Says Deborah Hurst, from Washington University in St. Louis: "The technology used when these buildings were built is extraordinary...
...vote at some 160,000 polling stations. Belying their reputation for volatility, Nigerians waited patiently in lines for up to eight hours to have their say in their country's government. By the end of the day, 25.4 million voters had placed their thumbprints in indelible purple ink beside the symbol of one of the six parties participating in the race...
...Office of Management and Budget, whom he considered both clever and extremely fit for his job. The aide went to the economy room to see how things were going. He was taken aback. He rubbed his eyes and wiped his glasses. Seeing the largest vat of red ink in federal history, he gulped "none of us really understands what's going with these numbers." As he staggered back, he wondered "do you realize the greed coming to the forefront? The hogs are really feeding." Fearing that he would be called stupid or, worse, unfit for his job, he told...