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...year-old student at London's Royal College of Art when his work began to attract notice in 1962. In the decade since then he has remained one of the most conspicuous figures in the English art world. The Clairol-bleached thatch, the Yorkshire accent and the owl-like stare through horn-rims the size of old Bentley headlights have become almost as much a part of the London myth as Twiggy. But a serious painter lurks behind the ruffle of publicity, and Hockney's new show, at New York's André Emmerich Gallery, demonstrates...
Prosperity is a relatively new fact of life at the Trib. For much of its history, it was a red-ink case, belying the efficacy of the owls with which Founder Bennett decorated the paper's original Paris office as a good-luck fetish. But the Trib has been solidly profitable since 1968, and an enormous owl still holds the place of honor in its offices. Appropriately, the metal bird is gilded...
...little man with the face of a thoughtful, testy owl, Smallwood ran his "poor, bald rock," as he once called Newfoundland, as a personal fiefdom. Nonetheless, he was dearly loved by most of the 500,000 Newfies-"a community of Irish mystics cut adrift in the Atlantic," in the colorful phrase of Novelist Paul West-and his picture adorned the poorest living rooms in tiny fishing ports with names like Blow-me-down and Come-by-Chance. Newfoundland admired Joey simply for being his outrageous self: he would sneer at the Tories for being the "waffle-iron salesmen...
...streets are dangerous; during the day the air is dirty. It is a hassle getting to and from anywhere. We are all well. I push the stone up the hill and down it falls. Holden S. Caulfield. Holden Sisyphus Caulfield. Camus, that nightingale who thought he was an owl, was right. At the end of The Myth of Sisyphus, he says, watching the old boy toil up and down forever, "We must imagine him happy." Happy. That kills me. It really does...
...clock was striking 9 p.m., signaling the end of Bill Morin's 13-hour shift behind the Red Owl grocery store's meat counter. He was looking forward to a quiet evening in his suburban home. But as soon as he stepped into his house, his anxious wife told him: "Dan's wife called. Dan's gone, and he's got the paycheck." The pair quickly jumped into their car and conducted a door-to-door, bar-to-bar search through Minneapolis' toughest section. They finally found Dan having a drink at a party...