Word: pens
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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They got $625 from a Filipino lawyer, put up $825 between themselves. The editors took pen names: Utin, whose name is a dirty word in Tagalog, became Eric Raymond. His partner, wanting something fancier than Schutz, became Chris Edwards. The first issue of the Philippine-American was peddled in horse-drawn jitney carts, was a 2,000-copy sellout...
...Oswald Mosley, Britain's prewar fascist leader who spent most of the war years in the clink (for the empire's protection), was haled to court for neglecting the pigs on his Crow Wood Farm. An in spector said that the pigs - 76 in a pen 40-by-35 ft. - looked underfed and "most unhappy." Worms, not starvation, made the pigs look peaked, Sir Oswald explained, and was promptly freed...
William Makepeace Thackeray, the eminent Victorian novelist ( Vanity Fair, Pen-dennis), was a passionate gambler and for years indulged an enigmatic infatuation for the wife of a fashionable London clergyman. These somewhat Elizabethan lapses have been whispered about. But they could never be fully confirmed. Reason: before his death, Thackeray told his daughter, Anne, to see to it that there were no Thackeray biographies. She did-by the simple expedient of locking away the bulk of her father's correspondence and other vital data...
...Webster dips his pen only rarely into politics. For Lincoln's Birthday 1940, Webster drew a forlorn, storm-whipped, benighted, wilderness cabin, a light in its window like the fever of birth. The caption: Ill-Fed-Ill-Clothed-Ill-Housed. During the war he drew a cartoon showing soldiers, under fire in the Pacific, listening to a radio's soapy-voiced report on the progress of a strike. But mostly he is content to give the U.S. newspaper public a much needed, and not too loaded, laugh for its three or five cents' worth...
...remembers the texture of things - a squirrel's fur, the thickening of a horse's mane in the frost, the glint of armor and the impact of wind on the pennons in the van. The imagery is swift, the pen races the thought, the heart beats time, the invention never falters, but be neath and around all this there is an atmosphere of tender pity, of universal friendliness, of how mellow a wisdom, how golden a simplicity...