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...Orozco had "no time" to see them, and Fellow Muralist Diego Rivera was "too busy" painting some of his own in the National Palace (just across the street) to take a look. Biddle felt sure that an attack on his murals which appeared in the newspaper Excelsior, under the nom de plume "jurinto," was really written by Rivera. But Biddle, who felt that he had done something constructive, hoped that the Justices would be pleased...
Doris Duke ("Richest Girl in the World") Cromwell, of late an ink-dabbler, explained why in Rome: "I . . . feel definitely drawn to journalism as a means of self-expression." Hopeful of getting into professional ranks, she said: "At one point I thought I'd use a nom de plume but I reconsidered, because life is complicated enough...
...partisan commander known by the nom de guerre "Eduardo" dispatched ten men and an officer to "settle the matter." They found the dictator and his mistress in a cottage on a hill outside the village. When he saw his countrymen approaching, Mussolini thought they had come to liberate him. Joyfully he embraced his Petacci. When he learned that he was under arrest, his face turned yellow with fear and fury. He cried: "Let me save my life, and I'll give you an empire...
Earlier, in his spare time, he had written fiction (mostly about crooked politicians), and also, under a nom de plume (A. V. Hendrick), the words for a song honoring Movie Queen Bebe Daniels (Bebe, Bebe, Bebe, Be Mine), whose father lived in Grand Rapids. Now he turned to sterner stuff. Alexander Hamilton had long been his hero; he wrote three books about him. (Lodge had also written a biography of Hamilton.) The books are largely forgotten, and Senator Vandenberg is glad they are. But the inscription in one is a characteristic example of how faithfully Vandenberg represented, as he still...
...Intellectual Way? Camp Director Norman V. Nelson, who described them as "intellectuals," said sadly that there was nothing he could do. Revolters gloried in their nom de guerre: the "Tobacco Road Gang." They feigned sickness, passively resisted all orders. Told to cut down a tree, a Tobacco Roader would ask, "How do I do it?" Told to take hold of the ax, he would ask, "What do I do next?" Told to swing the ax, he would swing, cut out a small chip, inquire. "Now what...