Word: parkes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Reinforced by the return to action of Captain Huna Rosenfeld, the Varsity cross country track team will begin running for keeps this afternoon at Franklin Park when it opens the season against Holy Cross and M.I.T., starting at 3:45 o'clock. The Crimson Freshman team, which performed so well in the University Handicap last week, will race Northeastern in a preclude to the main event...
...Came Poetry. He and the hotel architect had agreed that his theme should be "Sunday in the Alameda" (the city's finest park, opposite the Prado). But Rivera, like his fellow triumvirs of Mexican art, Siqueiros and Orozco, was no man to waste a big hunk of wall on a merely pastoral theme. He had crammed his picture of the Alameda with the villains and heroes, the blood and dreams, of Mexican history. Said he: "Every one of the 148 figures in this mural I have known personally. I've shaken hands with most of them...
...left side of the mural, and on the right-nearest the window-young people dreaming of the future. In the center I put people who were living in Mexico from 1895 to 1909. I'm there too because I was part of the life, I played in this park ao a boy. That's the first girl I ever loved, pale and blonde-she was an American, 18 years old-standing near the Indian street girl. That street girl was the second love in my life. She's more vivid to me now-our contact was more...
Unappetizing Wall. Prado diners might find parts of Rivera's mural rough on the digestion. Among the dreams of the past, floating above the park benches on the left, was a minutely gory torture scene from Mexico's Inquisition, and the dreams of the future had room for what appeared to be acid caricatures of contemporary governmental officials. (Rivera explained that any resemblances were coincidental: "It's only because living people frequently run to type.") But few could fail to be charmed by the portrait of the artist as a messy little fat boy, standing smack...
Back in the 1920s, Johnny Suggs was a better-than-average southpaw pitcher for the Atlanta Crackers. One day he met the boss's daughter, married her and quit pitching to run the concessions at the ball park. The night the ball park burned down, Johnny Suggs became a father. He and his new family moved 15 miles to Lithia Springs, Ga.; there Johnny took over a combined golf course and-picnic grounds. At three, his roly-poly daughter, Louise, was traipsing around the course after him, swinging at golf balls with a baseball grip...