Word: knifings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...town experienced an incomprehensible act of violence. Russell Simpson, a 19-year-old local ne'er-do-well, walked into Hathaway's market and lunch counter at closing time, pulled out a pistol and cried, "I want your money!" The 71-year-old grocer grabbed a butcher knife and hacked at the youth's face and arm. Simpson began shooting. His pistol fired, clicked twice, and fired again. The grocer fell dead. The bleeding youth ran home and was arrested almost immediately. That was last autumn...
Matisse's knife might never challenge his brush, but his work is still something any sculptor could be proud of. He began in 1899, at the age of 29, and worked in fits & starts until 1930, never long enough to develop a steady style. The gleaming bronzes at the Tate alternate between muscular realism and cubist distortion, are smooth and rough, delicate and grossly bulky. Yet each reflects the Matisse eye for form...
...Back Again. For several years Matisse dropped his knife. When he picked it up again, the cycle was the same: first realism, then a- gradual swing forward until his bronzes became as stylized as his canvases. Matisse's Head of Marguerite (1915) is sharp and delicate, his Large Seated Nude (1925) a study in flat, glossy planes. At the end of Tate's exhibit are his two final works: Venus in a Shell, long-legged and featureless, her arms drawn up behind her head, and Tiara, a writhing, lumpy mass of hair and head. Their date...
...major general and including a WAC lieutenant colonel, heard the prosecution accuse Dorothy Smith of "willful and premeditated murder." Shigeko Tani, her Japanese maid, testified that she found the colonel bleeding to death in bed and Mrs. Smith, in bra and panties, clutching a bloody, ten-inch-long hunting knife. A neighbor, Lieut. Colonel Joseph S. Hardin, found the defendant sitting alongside her dying husband, trying to light two cigarettes at once. She blurted out: "I'm sorry I didn't get him in the heart...
...bundle, wearing a black sateen shirt, coat, vest, and pants, a slouch hat, good shoes and socks, no underwear, in my pockets a small bar of soap, a razor, a comb, a pocket mirror, two handkerchiefs, a piece of string, needles and thread, a Waterbury watch, a knife, a pipe and a sack of tobacco, three dollars and twenty-five cents in cash...