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...which he ends all his programs. On such occasions Baritone Thomas is addressing a homey, kindly-faced old lady who lives in the house he bought for her in Towson, Md., tends her garden, mows her own lawn, harks back constantly to the days when her John was a lad singing in the churches where his Methodist father preached...
...Cambridge, England. Known to his University as a typical don. prim, silent, conventional, learned; to scholars for his masterly editing of minor Latin Poets (Manilius. Juvenal, Lucan) and his blasting criticisms of slipshod predecessors; he was known to the world for his two thin books of verse. A Shropshire Lad and Last Poems. Published 26 years apart, their lucid pessimism and classic simplicity made him one of the most popular, most quotable poets of modern times. A stoical poet who wrote his verse as a bitter antidote to the poison of sentimentality, he put down his own epitaph...
...ISLANDS-Gerald Warner Brace- Putnam ($2.50). Readable biographic novel of a seafaring Maine lad whom a wealthy Boston spinster adopts, polishes, pushes through Harvard and almost into an unfortunate marriage. Author Brace does not quite succeed in making his taciturn hero as appealing as the more articulate, minor characters...
...Kansas Borah had been something of a racy collegian, a lad of midnight escapades, and whisper it softly in Lyons, of the "flowing bowl...
...silence that follows catastrophes; and finally the horrible roar of the outraged being within. Ten seconds later the front door flew open and out thundered Roger Bigelow Merriman, Gurney Professor of History and exalted Master of Eliot House, brandishing his cane like the bloody brand of Rollo. The little lad turned pale and fled for the river, but Sir Roger, undaunted, steamed after him in hot pursuit, and, reaching out with the crook of his cane, hooked him by the belt of his trousers on the steps of Weeks Memorial Bridge. Then, muttering something about the uselessness of the Cambridge...