Word: magic
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...suffers a heart attack. Concealing his illness from his family, he visits a specialist and learns that he has no more than a year to live. At this point, the direction of Charles Frend comes amazingly alive. The doomed man goes to the cathedral to pray, and in a magic moment, life seems unbearably precious to him, heady in its color and configuration and line, jeweled with sunsets and enriched by the warmth of common humanity...
...Houphouet-Boigny feels himself a man of destiny. "When my people are free I will return to my plantation, like Washington," he says. A Roman Catholic in a family whose other members still believe in black magic, he is a self-styled ascetic, gave up mangoes at the age of 13 because he liked them too much, has since given up tobacco, alcohol, sports, music, movies, even the coffee which he grows on his plantation. "Every year I force myself to give up something I like." This still leaves him a good deal. In Paris he wears expensive European suits...
...this cat whipped out the difference [i.e., a gat] and started firing away. Everybody ducked for cover and I got so scared I ran up my buddy's back like a window shade." Accused as the cat with the difference: Negro Bistro Singer Billy (That Old Black Magic) Daniels, 40. Daniels, to whom it was "all a blank," was soon free on $2,500 bond. But the victim, a 33-year-old drifter, slightly wounded in the shoulder, was jugged as a material witness, with bail set at $5,000 (later halved to the amount that sprang Billy...
...Mozart joined the Freemasons in an attempt to find comfort. His Magic Flute, based on a Masonic theme, was a success, but he was by then too sick (a "general breakdown") to enjoy it very much. He was writing his last, heartrending begging-letters and struggling to finish the Requiem that was to be "my death-song." "I have nothing more to fear," he wrote to his old friend, da Ponte. "I have come to an end before having had the enjoyment of my talent. Life was indeed so beautiful, my career begun under such fortunate auspices; but one cannot...
...Wall Street well knew, the fantastic buying spree was more on the magic of Ford than on the intrinsic value of the company. Though Ford is in blooming good health with assets of $2.4 billion, sales of $4 billion, and earnings of $312 million for the first three quarters of 1955, its stock is no better buy than many another security. In the auto industry, for example, Ford's book value of $34.40 per share is about twice General Motors' but less than half Chrysler's $73.30 per share value. On the analysts' price-earning ratio...