Word: portrait
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Beginning with only two original works, a portrait of a Kaiser and an old tapestry, Kuhn started to acquire both early and modern German and European art. Kuhn estimates that the collection now contains 10,000 original pieces...
Finally there was Germain G. Glidden '36, an artist whose portrait of Harry Cowles hangs in Hemenway Gymnasium. Picking out Glidden's lightening speed as his greatest asset, Cowles, with inspired genius, gave him a tricky three wall shot, the "boast," that only an extraordinarily fast player could risk using. Glidden's matches were always played at a blinding tempo, and he captured the National title in '36, '37, '38, and retired undefeated from national play...
...Broadway PORTRAIT OF A QUEEN is part documentary chronicle, part dear-diary journal and part dusty political imbroglios, but mostly a record of a woman who also happened to be Queen Victoria. Dorothy Tutin wears the role like a tiara, moving from the spoiled child of power to the yielding, sensuous wife to the desolate widow with the fatigue of existence in her voice...
...become her throne and she has moved from history into legend. For Helen Hayes, the role was the apex of an acting career. For Dorothy Tutin, 37, whose dramatic resources are rich, varied and unspent, it is more like a tiara worn with casual ele gance. William Francis' Portrait of a Queen, which opened on Broadway last week, is not so much a play as a pastiche-part documentary chronicle, part dear-diary journal, part dusty archive of political feuds. Most attractively, it is also a touching and human record of a girl's ardor, a wife...
...extremely well-cast play, Dennis King as Disraeli is debonair and mellifluent, a prince of players who conveys the facility of the successful novelist as well as the astuteness of the statesman. James Cossins' Gladstone is a subtle creation, the portrait of an un compromising man doing an honest, thankless job for a sovereign who can not abide him. But the play belongs to Miss Tutin. In the final act, without benefit of makeup sorcery, she and Victoria edge into old age. The fatigue of existence enters her voice, slows her step, dims her eyes like a patina...