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...famed alumni point with pride to their campus work). Princeton's Tiger boasts of names like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Booth Tarkington, Whitney Darrow Jr. The Yale Record printed Lucius Beebe, Stephen Vincent Benet and Peter Arno. Milton Caniff was art editor of the Ohio State Sundial. John P. Marquand, Gluyas Williams and the late Robert Benchley began on the Harvard Lampoon...
Ancestors & Integrity. To Charles Francis Adams, banker, yachtsman, ex-Secretary of the Navy and the reigning patriarch of the Adams clan, these reminders of the past were not so much landmarks as part & parcel of daily life. Like J. P. Marquand's George Apley, he was neither insensible to change, nor intolerant of it. But nothing had ever moved him to abandon the manners & morals of his New England ancestors-who include two Presidents (John and John Quincy), a famous ambassador (Charles Francis I), authors (Henry and Brooks), bankers, lawyers and scholars...
...writers like Eugene O'Neill, John Steinbeck, J. P. Marquand and John Hersey could afford-as the Moscow Radio charged last week-to "stay out of touch with the life of their people and the problems which moved all freedom-loving humanity," but Soviet writers, warned a Pravda editorial, must dispense with the "nonsensical theory of a postwar breathing space and the right of literature to relax from ideology...
...hate, modern art, gets both barrels: "You don't need a guide to explain Sargent's portrait of Marquand or Whistler's Mother. . . . But what do you need beginning with Manet's Olympia through Nude Descending the Staircase ... to the present-day Portrait of a Vacuum Cleaner having its Tonsils removed or Salad Bowl full of Left Ears? I feel that you need the Yale Bowl to be sick...
...world of J. P. Marquand (So Little Time; H. M. Pulham, Esq.) - as viewed in Perelman parody - "Out of these things, and many more, is woven the warp and wool of my childhood memory: the dappled sunlight on the great lawns of Chowderhead, our summer estate at Newport, the bitter-sweet fragrance of stranded eels at low tide, the alcoholic breath of a clubman wafted on the breeze from Bailey's Beach...