Word: newport
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Then the hospitality suddenly turned cold. Among the first to accept the invitation was Dr. Clilan B. Powell, a New York physician and publisher (Amsterdam News), born and raised in Newport News and only recently returned from the independence ceremonies in Ghana (TIME, March 18), where he was entertained by, among others, the Duchess of Kent. In rechecking the list a chamber official discovered that Dr. Powell is a Negro...
Ellington at Newport (Columbia). An audible report on the highly charged performance of Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue, which set Newport bloods to stomping up the aisles last summer. Most notable: the supple solo by Tenor Saxman Paul Gonsalves, who lovingly rocks through no fewer than 27 choruses...
This was her last grand party. Long ailing, Mrs. Mae Caldwell Manwaring Plant Hay ward Rovensky died last July, at 75, in Clarendon Court, her 33-room summer house next door to the Vanderbilts' 23-room "Beaulieu" in Newport, R.I. (She is survived by her fourth husband, John E. Rovensky, Manhattan financier, whom she married in 1954.) This week her Manhattan house, the last of the fabulous Fifth Avenue mansions to be fully occupied, will go on the block...
...into the Gillette Co. (where he invented a one-piece razor and the "Blue Blade" and paid off $20 million of the company's debts), Lambert has kept busy away from industry. He has learned to paint, to play politics (for Republican candidates), to write thrillers (Murder in Newport). As owner-skipper of the famed yachts Yankee, Vanitie and Atlantic, he has lost the last of his loneliness and shyness amid Morgans and Vanderbilts...
...lake--called Lake Memphramagog, or "Beautiful Waters" in Abenaki Indian--runs from Newport, Vt. north 32 miles through Georgeville to Magog, Que. It probably provides the main booster to the village economy, during the fishing season, when most of Hartford, Albany, and New York itself seem to invade with their dollars, low-slung cars, and fancy spinning reels. But these gents have long since retired to their Budwieser and television, leaving the village in an indolent euphoria which, every winter, seems to convince the 100 permanent inhabitants that the country life, even considering all the rigours of Quebec snow...