Word: lanes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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English Painter Arthur Fretwell, 38, who makes a living as the art master of the church school at Hucknall, Nottinghamshire, received an interesting letter last January. It came from Nathaniel Montague. Lane, 68, the diocesan architect who designed the Anglican Church of Saint Mary the Virgin in the nearby coal-mining town of Mansfield. Architect Lane, with only limited funds, wanted to know if Fretwell would like to paint five pictures of incidents from the Virgin Mary's life for the church's gallery. There was only one condition: "The more controversial the panels are, the better...
Fretwell accepted, then started to worry. What would be controversial, yet might appeal to the working-class parish? Fretwell decided against tricky techniques and went to work. He had less than five months to do the paintings, but he finished them in time. "By Jove!" Lane gasped when he saw them. "These are controversial all right." Fretwell had portrayed the Holy Family in modern dress...
...traffic on the big, four-lane Santa Fe-Taos highway was fin to fender one evening last week. Five miles outside Santa Fe the line of cars turned off the highway, crept to the top of one of the low-lying foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and disgorged a crowd of dinner-jacketed men and bare-shouldered women. In the open theater on the far side of the hill, the lights were about to go up on the Southwest's first full season of resident, repertory-company opera...
...spellbinding oratory that used to send his Georgia wool hats whooping and stomping, the freshman Senator spelled out what he declared to be specific flaws. "While many of our farmers cannot get their crops to market over muddy roads," said Farmer Talmadge, "we build a huge six-lane turnpike in Portugal to a gambling resort. We have sent opera singers to Italy and ultraviolet-ray lamps to India. And we have set up a pension program for overage Chinese Nationalist soldiers...
Oakly has come a long way since John Calhoun wrote of his life there: "My wine has started, finally." The Lovers' Lane that bordered the estate in Calhoun's time is still there, and the gardens are as lovely as ever, but Dumbarton Oaks, itself, has changed greatly. Once the residence of a Yale man, it is now the scene of Harvard's expansion into a field beset by growing pains but very much alive...