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...immediate as a crucifixion." So can his emblems, during these times of integration struggles, that proclaim YIELD BROTHER. His newest work, a diptych called A Mother Is a Mother and A Father Is a Father, returns to the figure, shows a barefoot man in hat and overcoat and a disheveled, barebreasted, scarlet-coated woman, each getting out of a Model T Ford. The figures are Indiana's parents, and the license-plate date is the year before his birth. "I have a notion that I was conceived in the back seat of a tin lizzie," Indiana explains...
...sped across Germany, Lenin telegraphed orders to his lieutenants. In Stockholm, there was a hasty meeting with Red agents, and time to buy an overcoat and a pair of shoes. Next evening, at twilight, the train pulled into St. Petersburg's dingy Finland Station, and Lenin stepped to the platform, unsure whether he was to be welcomed or arrested...
Cheerful Smile. The little man who has wound the Bulletin's fateful clock for all its 18 years is unbothered. From his jaunty blue beret down past his ineffaceably cheerful smile to his ground-hugging overcoat, Eugene Rabinowitch, 63, bears small resemblance to a prophet of doom. He seems much better suited to his other roles: professor of botany and biophysics at the University of Illinois, world authority on photosynthesis, a Russian-born poet who composes in his native language and has translated Pushkin into German...
...Cover) With the exaggerated gestures of a man who feels the eyes of scrutiny, the short, fox-faced witness removed his serious blue fedora, took off the velvet-collared overcoat with the laven der silk lining, and with well-manicured hands smoothed back a wisp of brown hair. His bright eyes stole briefly across the gathered crowd and looked away again. Then, clutching a black attache case imprinted with his silver initials, Robert Gene Baker, 36, the whizbang from Pickens, S.C., hurried into a hearing room in the old Senate Office Building...
Sarah Caldwell was neglecting herself again. Her hair was stringy and matted, her clothes unbelievably shabby. She was keeping alive on a daily ration of one dozen hamburgers, with suitable amounts of coffee and Cokes. On nights when she worked till dawn, she would wrap herself up in her overcoat, ease her 300 Ibs. down into one of the aisles of her theater, and sleep. Her friends would find her there in the morning, vaguely punchy but ready for work...