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...cold January night. Three or four people were standing on the front porch of Blandin Funeral Home when I arrived...

Author: By Thomas A. Sancton, | Title: 'I Had to Make Music Like That, Too' | 5/21/1969 | See Source »

...head of the procession has moved down from the porch and turned into the yard to the sound of the carillon. Two businesslike men, who walk in front, ask the young comrades to make way a little. Three paces behind them an elderly processional personage, something like a verger, carries a pole topped by a heavy cut-glass lantern with a candle inside. He glances apprehensively up at the lantern, anxious to keep it steady, and as apprehensively from side to side. This-this is the picture I would paint if I knew how! What does the verger fear? That...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The Easter Procession | 3/21/1969 | See Source »

...passengers in Atlanta have been staring at some unusual posters in recent weeks. "They fixed my porch, but then they took my house!" one proclaims. "I'd rather walk clean across town than pay 45? for a bunch of greens!" advertises another...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Urban Law: Saturday's Lawyers | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

Even after 25 years, "Uncle Shad" seems to retain genuine popularity with his people. He has the common touch. In the old days, he would sit on the back porch of the then ramshackle executive mansion and call out to passersby to stop for a chat. Even now, at a public function, he is not above grabbing a snare drum and playing it, to the delight of the crowd. There is also an almost Victorian courtesy about him, to visitors as well as to his own people. Like the quadrilles he enjoys dancing, it is touchingly out of date...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Liberia: Uncle Shad's Jubilee | 1/17/1969 | See Source »

Thursdays were always special. After school, youngsters hitched heavy canvas bags over their shoulders and set out through sycamore-shaded streets. They crisscrossed the broad lawns in front of white frame houses, tossing parcels from their bags up under porch swings and wicker chairs on the wide, front verandas. Then screen doors would squeak and bang, and children would squabble over who would carry them inside. A new issue of the Saturday Evening Post had arrived...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: THE SATURDAY EVENING POST | 1/17/1969 | See Source »

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