Word: jacksons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Your fine story succeeded in flushing out an old friend, co-worker and protagonist of Jackson Pollock's. It's me. I was a high school chum of Pollock's, later in 1930 we left Los Angeles for New York to broaden ourselves technically. We began a hard classic training at the Art Students League. To pay for our tuition and materials, we shared studios, worked as bus boys, garbage removers and dishwashers at the League cafeteria. School over, we hung up our respective shingles in the Village as professionals...
More than Retort. Painstaking work, with six rewritings between first draft and final text, went into the President's speech. Resolved that any speech he delivered to the General Assembly would be more than a mere retort to Soviet accusations. Ike called in C. D. Jackson, a vice president of TIME, Inc. and wartime civilian member of General Eisenhower's SHAEF staff, who had helped write the Atoms for Peace speech...
...Westerner, thanks to his father's job with the New York Central Railroad, which kept the family forever on the move, Jack Paar was born in Canton, Ohio on May 1, 1917. With time out for a stretch in Detroit, he did most of his growing up in Jackson, Mich. But wherever he went, his childhood memories are almost all somber ("I never had a childhood. I was born an old man"). When he was five, an older brother was killed by a car. All that comes back to Jack from his tenth year is the death...
...badly as a boy, but cured himself by cramming buttons in his mouth and reading aloud. At 14 he spent six months in bed recovering from tuberculosis. He quit high school at 16. He was already working as an office boy and part-time announcer at a station in Jackson (WIBM) for $3 a week. Oldtimers still remember his style. "This is Jack Buh-Buh-Buh-Boo Paar, your announcer," he would croon, or "This is your young and popular announcer, Bing Paar." He kept a discarded microphone in the attic at home. It was hooked up to nothing...
Stumping the backwoods during one of his presidential campaigns, Andrew Jackson decided to impress his bumpkin constituents with his scholarship, let fly in bear-shaped tones with all the Latin he knew: "E pluribus unum, my friends, sine qua non, ne plus ultra, multo in parvo!" Applause resounded for miles; Jackson not only won the election, but also got an honorary LL.D. Or so says Allen Walker Read, associate professor of English at Columbia University, who tucked tongue in cheek and presented choice samples of fractured Latin in an address to the Linguistic Society of America...