Word: mcewen
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Policy on the Move. Concern with "softness" goes deeper. Said the Rev. Homer McEwen, Negro pastor of Atlanta's First Congregational Church: "We have lost our traditional thrust toward a moral society." Watching the modern morality play unfold in Washington, a Bostonian remarked: "The awful thing about the quiz show scandals is that we're looking at ourselves." But a Los Angeles man said, "This television mess is a pimple on the body politic-what Kennedy is talking about is the real illness...
When Artist-Adventurer Frank McEwen took up his new job last year as director of the Rhodes National Gallery in Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, he knew that he would face some problems as new as his gallery. One big one was that in primitive Southern Rhodesia (pop. 2,400,000) there was hardly any art. McEwen flew back to Europe to gather a loan exhibition, only to find that "most of the people I approached on the Continent had never heard of Rhodesia, and those that had saw their cherished treasures hanging in a clearing in the jungle or round...
...Somehow McEwen had talked London's National Gallery, Amsterdam's Rijksmuseum, Paris' Louvre and other museums into parting with 200 treasures-Rembrandts, Cezannes, Picassos, etc.-for a Rhodesian show. The 200 oils and more than that number of graphic art pieces were flown across the equator in five well-packed planeloads. Said McEwen: "It is unlikely that such a show will ever be seen again in Africa because of the difficulties and the reluctance of overseas galleries to allow valuable works of art to travel so far afield...
Another show of the kind will be even more unlikely when the lending museums get full reports on some of the difficulties. In high (4,825 ft.), dry Salisbury the humidity at night falls as low as 30%. With his gallery's humidifiers not yet in action. McEwen found that the dangerously low humidity was stretching the priceless canvases so taut that "they were ready to explode." To fight the dry air, McEwen and his Rhodesian sculptress wife, Cecilia, night after night dashed between their .flat and the gallery to drape damp towels over the frames of the stretching...
...meeting in the chapel. King appeared with handkerchief in hand and tearfully begged the students for understanding. "I'm a Negro just like you are," he said. "I sit in a Jim Crow car just like you do." But he refused to resign. Said Student Council President Ernest McEwen: "As far as the students are concerned, the institution is dead...