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...other musical philanthropies had already included $200,000 to the Chicago Civic Orchestra's Pension Fund; generous contributions to the MacDowell Colony in Peterboro, N. H.; the gift of Albert Arnold Sprague Memorial Hall to house the Yale School of Music...
From his little cabin studio at Peterboro, N. H.'s artistic MacDowell Colony, Edwin Arlington Robinson, dean of U. S. poets, has dispatched another of his quiet psychological narratives. Talifer, fitting with predictable neatness into its appropriate place in the Robinson canon, adds little, detracts not at all, from the reputation its author's earlier books have won him. Repeating in tempo and style its immediate predecessors, it marks another notch in his descent into poetic...
...greatest U. S. Poet (he has thrice won the Pulitzer Prize), is, almost alone among his colleagues, an almost mysterious figure. His hatred of publicity has never drawn him into the limelight. A Maine boy, a Harvardman, he winters in Boston and Manhattan, summers at artistic MacDowell Colony, Peterboro, N. H., does much of his writing there. Poverty once drove him to take a job as dump cart inspector on a subway construction. When Theodore Roosevelt was President he read and liked Robinson's poetry, offered him a consulship in Mexico which Robinson refused. Tall, thin, baldish, spectacled, with...
...State's one-term gubernatorial tradition when he received the Republican nomination for Governor over Arthur P. Morrill who had the support of Senator George Higgins Moses. Nominees Keyes and Winant will oppose in the November election the same man-Albert Willington Noone, 84, Wet, wealthy, of Peterboro. Mr. Noone had won both the Democratic gubernatorial and Senatorial nomination. He promised if elected not only to build the world's largest electric beacon on Mt. Temple, but also to hold both offices simultaneously. Nominee Noone is more famed for his diamond-studded shirts than for any capacity...
Manhattanites were startled last week in unexpected spots about the city by hearing groups of men suddenly burst into loud song. Those sufficiently curious to approach the tuneful gatherings noticed red ribbons dangling from lapels, with such words as "Peterboro," "Grachur," "Apollo," "Orpheus," neatly lettered in gold. Next day, the newspapers explained what the impromptu incantations were all about. Some 4,000 members of the Associated Glee Clubs of America, in 70 units, had paid their own expenses, traveled from all parts of the continent for a giant sing-song in vasty Madison Square Garden. By letter the various units...