Word: lovelies
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...leap from their carrels out into the snowless Yard ("I am not a prodigious leaper, I am a bird"). Lights burn late in House rooms ("Look at it this way, Silas, Louis Quinze is to the Pompadour as you are to..."). Some seek recourse to the warm reassurance of love not dependent on academic achievement ("Sally, if I were stupid would you still love me the way I love you?"). Others seek recourse to the warm reassurance of physical exhilaration independent of academic achievement ("I'm not going to get out of shape this exam period. Hell, no, I unicycle...
...sister Carolyn," Painter Andrew Wyeth once said, is a "person of many sides: bitterness, love-awfully difficult, but quite a person." Quite a private one too. Carolyn has painted all her life. Unlike celebrated Brother Andrew or her father, Illustrator N.C. Wyeth, or Nephew Jamie, a high-priced painter at 32, Carolyn has rarely shown her works. "I hate fame," she says. "I hate money." But at age 69, she seems to be courting both. A retrospective of her paintings (priced between $6,500 and $12,000) is now on display at the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford...
...political future or not," Wallace told them, "so I'll just say so long for a while and God bless you." Earlier he had listened teary-eyed to words of tribute. "You might be sitting in that chair today, but to those of us who love you, you still stand and walk mighty tall," said Jamie Etheredge, mayor of Greenville. To be sure the fiery little politician left the corridors of power in style, the fans presented him with a black Lincoln Continental sedan...
...willful girl to an arrogant and inflexible old woman. With out altering the known facts, Crosbie manages to give depth to what must have been a rather dull, two-dimensional woman and even succeeds in making her likable. Prince Albert (Robert Hardy) is the one person Victoria seems to love. When he dies of typhoid, young Edward is accused of having worried him to death with his youthful womanizing and exuberant ways...
...wanted a song for a particular thing, I'd have to make it up if I couldn't find it." Although Bok can now play a lively fiddler's reel on the guitar, craft did not come easy. "All you really need to start with is love," Bok says. "I don't have a natural voice. I've worked hard at it." Bok picked up guitar at nine, and though he could work out the notes, timing escaped him entirely. A Camden shipbuilder took the matter in hand, collared the lad and made him listen...