Word: photographers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Pittsburgh ≫Says Sophia: "Yes. You know why? Because it shows the soul and the character. A painting doesn't have to be a photograph. A painting is a painting because it shows what you've got inside." For more reaction from Sophia, see Show Business...
Walt Dressier is the reluctant candidate. He is a smalltown lawyer, has ideals, and spouts them. His supporters, including Emil Hornstein, his campaign manager, listen with horrified dismay and, unlike the reader, bury their misgivings. The plot is hand-me-down-hostile columnist, incriminating photograph, Communist smear-and between, Traver rambles on with flatfooted passion about half a hundred worthy causes dear to his heart. So dear to his heart, in fact, that Traver (in real life John Voelker) resigned as a justice of the Michigan Supreme Court to write this book. He should have stayed on the bench...
...complaining about the food, and embarrassing his hosts with curt, monosyllabic speeches, Maris last week: dismissed young autograph seekers by signing programs with an X, announced a new policy of "no interview" to sportswriters, cursed out and threatened to slug U.P.I. Columnist Oscar Fraley, refused to pose for a photograph with Hall of Famer Rogers Hornsby. Said TV's longtime "Voice of the Yankees" Mel Allen: "Maris has a lot to learn about warmth, appreciation, graciousness, and that sort of thing...
Anita Ekberg is 60 ft. long. She is lying down. On the great thoracic curve of her earth-mother's body there rises a bosom that suggests Vesuvius trying to whisper to Fujiyama. Ah, but she is only a paper doll. Anita has posed for a billboard photograph. In her hand is a glass of milk. A loudspeaker blares: "Drink more milk-milk-milk...
...photograph of Congdon's Crucifix No. 2 seems to show that the hard-won visual knowledge leading up to the faithless cliches of abstract expressionism has also served him well-although perhaps it is unfair to judge on so little...