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...second prize) to one of Ivan LeLorraine Albright's painfully detailed studies of decay. Where-Fore Now Ariseth the Illusion of a Third Dimension, an also-ran. Sure eye-catchers were two robust paintings of fishermen -Jon Corbino's moody, swirling Fog, which caught a moment of mist-bound helplessness at sea, and Zolton Sepeshy's briny fifth prize, Fisherman's Morning, full of the smells of a Lake Michigan fish pier...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Soda Jerk America | 11/19/1945 | See Source »

...Main Street one day last week George F. Babbitt, Booster, ran into Honest Jim Blausser, Hustler. Above them (in the words of their creator, Novelist Sinclair Lewis) "the towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Laureate of the Boobolsie | 10/8/1945 | See Source »

...first, heart-stirring tug of a hooked trout. There would be hunting soon and with it would come the cold feel and oily click of a rifle's cocking lever, the look of a deer slung across the car's radiator, the sight of ducks in mist or pheasant starting like an explosion of color from brown grass, the distant belling of a Bluetick hound...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE NATION: 16681 | 9/17/1945 | See Source »

Little College. Sleepy, sloppy, 38-year-old Brick Fleagle organized his 16-man club after commercial bands rejected many of his arrangements as too hot to handle. Today the band has a "book" of 50 compositions, 48 of them by Brick (Fried Piper, Frost on the Moon, Swamp Mist, etc.). It also has a waiting list of about fifty musicians...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Brick's Boys Go Riding | 7/30/1945 | See Source »

Next jaunt was a 75-mile trip to Mount Rainier. Mist hung low as the President's car moved up through the foothills, crossed a river at the foot of Nisqually Glacier. But as he drove higher between high snow walls, the sun came out and the 14,000-ft. peak above them hung dazzling white against a blue mountain sky. At Paradise Valley, 5,400 feet above sea level, the President threw snowballs, stared at the heights through glasses, went into sprawling Paradise Inn to play a few pieces on the piano...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Innocent Merriment | 7/2/1945 | See Source »

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