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...century U.S. pictures, the collection included : Winslow Homer's Sunflower Pickaninny, Sargent's portrait of Joe Jefferson as Rip van Winkle, Whistler's Red Rosalie of Lyme Regis, George Luks's Plaza Cabbie, George Bellows' Sea Spume, canvases by John Sloane, Marsden Hartley, John Marin...
...their tankers after Mt. Tamalpais (pronounced tam-el-pie'-iss), in whose shadow they work. The Navy said no. Reason: Navy regulations say that oilers shall be named after rivers, not mountains. The workers then took a leaf out of the Navy notebook. They persuaded the Marin County Board of Supervisors to christen an unnamed creek Tamalpais. Last week the Navy stiffly notified the yard that it was all right to name their oiler S.S. Tamalpais -after the stream...
...clear afternoon you can see the wide sweep of the Bay, from the Marin hills to the ship-clogged docks of the Embarcadero, watch great grey convoys moving out the Golden Gate. At night city lights gleam far below, the first fighting men have seen in many months...
...most Frenchmen in France, that fact makes nonsense of all the questions about De Gaulle. Is he a democrat? A Fascist? A megalomania with an appetite for personal power, whatever the label? A natural born, latter-day First Consul-a Fourth Napoleon? Tough old Rightist Republicans like Louis Marin, newly arrived in London after a close call with the Gestapo, throw back their heads and roar when apprehensive Britons ask if France is ready to accept dictatorship (meaning De Gaulle's) after four years of Nazi rule...
...right. That day eleven were shot. One, a civilian named Victor Marin, had been tortured all night to make him tell the names of his associates. He did not break down. When taken out for execution, both arms were broken, one eye gouged out, one shoulder dislocated, one knee smashed, his hand a bloody pulp. Asked a priest: "Victor, are you afraid of death?" "No, Father," he replied, "it is my body which trembles, not my spirit...