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...Champion Blakeen Jung Frau, Mrs. Sherman R. Hoyt's white poodle: best-in-show, at the Morris & Essex dog show, Madison, N. J.; from 4,090 competitors, after brief retirement from show business to bear a litter of puppies...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Who Won, Jun. 3, 1940 | 6/3/1940 | See Source »

...Kintner tell in a series of scenes whose detail is almost eyewitness in effect: the President undressing for bed, tossing remarks over his shoulder to Berle in the next room; Hull and Welles in an early-morning call at the White House, the President propped against pillows, amid a litter of breakfast tray, morning papers, cables from abroad, wearing "a peculiar small cape of blue flannel trimmed and monogrammed with red braid, like an expensive summer horse-blanket...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: The U. S. & the War | 4/29/1940 | See Source »

...Tyrolean etcher, Peter Fingesten grew up in the litter of a studio. In his teens he turned to sculpture, wrangled with his teachers at the Berlin Academy for a couple of years before striking out on his own at 16. His sculptural characteristics: eyes sealed shut without any lid line showing, mouths that curve sinuously downward. A medium-sized concrete piece, practical Peter Fingesten figures, costs him only 50? for cement, 80? for other materials...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Fortunate Fingesten | 3/4/1940 | See Source »

When Henry R. Hayes '40, who formerly wrote for the Lampoon under the name of Rumpot du Beele, returned to his room in Eliot House last night he found an enthusiastic gallery watching a cat give birth to a litter of kittens under his bed. "I stood around and cheered her on when I could stand the strain," Hayes said. The cat belongs to Martin Ratchford, Eliot House Janitor...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Hayes Has Kittens | 2/29/1940 | See Source »

There he still lives in the pink house where he was born, filling endless notebooks with his sharp, detailed sketches, turning out his statues in a vast, litter-strewn studio. "I invent nothing," says tireless Sculptor Maillol, "no more than the apple tree can pretend to have invented its apples...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Sculptors | 2/12/1940 | See Source »

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