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...watercolors are on the whole less inspired, with the exception of Katherine Compton's bold, stylized head "Medusa" and Margaret Philbrick's "Willard Brook." Charles Demetropoulos demonstrates his usual skill in the treatment of reflections; a very wet wash catches the slick rain-swept pavement outside the "Museum of Fine Arts." Unfortunately he is not so meticulous in the overall composition...
...Hollywood Chamber of Commerce resolutely decided to add another layer of gilt to the city's glamour. Around Hollywood and Vine, crossroads of the film capital, multicolored squares of pavement will be set into the sidewalks. In the squares will be imbedded the profiles of almost 5,000 movie, radio, television and recording stars. Estimated cost...
...February day in 1937, Benito Mussolini sent a pickax crashing into the pavement of the Piazza Bocca della Verità to break ground for Rome's first subway. A world war and his own inglorious death interrupted the work Mussolini began. When these greater events were not threatening its progress, Italy's archaeologists poked into the subway excavation and held up the work, to make sure that the tunnelers were not destroying any buried relics of antiquity. But somehow, despite all handicaps, Rome's subway got built. Last week, after 18 years and $20 million...
Shahn was raised in a Brooklyn slum, where the local toughs forced him to portray favorite athletes on the pavement with chalk. Little Ben learned to draw very well indeed. He also developed a temper. It was the perfect schooling for a "proletarian-school" painter. Shahn grew up to startle the art world with a series of watercolors, almost as beautiful as they were bitter, based on the Sacco-Vanzetti case. He became perhaps the best, and most depressing, painter of the Great Depression. Shahn's "havenots" were lean as greyhounds and sad-eyed as spaniels; his "haves" always...
...century-old political parties, the Colorados (Reds) and the Blancos (Whites)* fought it out again at peaceful elections last week, and the neat, sun-warmed little democracy of Uruguay looked as though it had been bombed by a fleet of flying saucers loaded with bingo cards. Every tree, pavement, building, car and lamppost wore a number. Uruguayans do not mind fracturing freely within their traditional parties, and 277 splinter factions were competing for office. Out of deference to the sanity of the Uruguayan voters, they all used numbers instead of names, and politicking became largely a matter of fixing...