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...Council lost to Norfolk State Prison Colony in a contest held at the prison last Sunday. Speaking for the Crimson were Ellis Kaplan '46, Claude G. Richie, Jr. '49, and Detlev F. Vagts '49. This was the second straight time that the Council has bowed to the State Prison, as a prison team that included a Law School, graduate whipped the debaters last year...
There was nothing lighthearted about the efforts to save thousands of acres of the rich Fenlands of Norfolk and East Anglia, Britain's main vegetable bin and a major breadbasket. There 3,000 soldiers, hundreds of German prisoners and scores of farmers worked desperately all week to bolster a seven-foot dike and to plug a break in the Ouse River's banks...
...paintings and sketches in the Spring Exhibition of Montreal's Art Association last week, most galleryites eagerly sought out two. Titled Twin Isles, B.C. and The Norfolk Broads, England, they were both done by Governor General Alexander, who has heretofore been shy about letting the public see his amateur work. In their first view in Canada, critics and artists were not impressed, but other Canadians thought the G.G.'s work clever and charming...
...Norfolk Broads, the better of the two (painted in February 1946), is a melancholy landscape against a grey-green, threatening sky. One artist complained that the windmill in the painting looked "pasted on." Twin Isles, a British Columbia scene, is a splashy oil of a stretch of forest full of color-yellow, blue, and red flowers, iridescent water and a yellow sky. One professional artist, appraising the lavish use of color, said dryly that the G.G. "must get a great deal of pleasure out of painting...
...Rubaiyat caught on quickly. But its translator still remained unknown. Harvard's Charles Eliot Norton, who introduced this Rubaiyat to the U.S., showed it to crusty Historian Thomas Carlyle, remarking that it was rumored to be the work of a "Rev. Edward FitzGerald, who lived somewhere in Norfolk and spent much time in his boat." Cried Carlyle: "Why, he's no more Reverend than I am! He's a very old friend of mine . . . and [he] might have spent his time to much better purpose than in busying himself with the verses of that old Mohammedan blackguard...