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...pals, Gus alone seems to realize that postwar life must be more than a succession of boozy parties on Manhattan's upper East Side. He finishes at Harvard, goes to Columbia Law School and gets a good job. Author Phillips plays him off against rich George Marsh III, who writes his own checks at 14, is a hero in football and in war, and so directionless inside that every serious move in his life ends in futility. Gus steals George's girl, but she is too giddy to stick to a solid citizen like Gus, and too aware...
Died. Sir Edward Marsh, 80, scholar bachelor, longtime (1896-1937) British civil servant, who became known as "Whitehall's perfect private secretary" for his service to Churchill, Asquith, Joseph Chamberlain and Malcolm MacDonald in London. Falling in with London's literary crowd, "Eddie" Marsh established reputation as conversationalist, first-nighter art collector, translator of the odes of Horace and the fables of La Fontaine, autobiographer (A Number of People) and editor (1912-21) of five volumes of Georgian Poetry. For his service to the -rown and to letters, he was knighted in 1937 by George...
Varsity Football--Minor Football H--Robert A. Albert, James P. Anthony, Anthony A. Caimi, Thomas Campbell, George B. Clark, Herbert F. Collins, Otis K. Dewan, Richard J. Koch, Jr., George L. MacDonald Jr., Jerry R. Marsh, Paul J. Murphy, Robert E. Richter, Irvin W. Templeton, Roger H. Vaglia, Frank H. White...
...Howard Finney, 3d, Thomas J. Gill, 3d, Robert L. Goldberg, Walter F. Greeley, Herbert Grossman, Boylston A. Hinds, Richard M. Hoffman, Frederick S. Horween, Peter W. Kenney, Richard J. Koch, John B. Lynch, Jr., George L. MacDonald, Jr., William T. Maloney, Robert N. Margolis, Leon F. Markoff, Jerry R. Marsh, Stannard B. Pfahl Jr., Robert E. Richter, David M. Silverman, Irvin W. Templeton, Roger H. Vaglia, Marinus G. K. Van Gessel, Erwin F. Vonderlage Jr., Frank H. White, Robert H. Zuege, Marcus Schoenfeld...
Outside on the street, it was a warm afternoon. In Jordan Marsh's windows were scenes of local churches, seen through a revolving glass, ersatz snow falling, like through a Bendix window. A Salvation Army band moved up and played carols. The trumpeter looked like Boston's own Major Barbara and the crowd listened. Two young Oliver Twists blew horns and the leader pumped a trombone, trying vainly to look as little like a bank clerk as possible. By the curb, a small aging woman held out her tambourine. An S.A. cap sat on her stringy grey curls; her eyes...