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...Gene Autry, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Other Christmas Classics...
...Crosby had "White Christmas," but the singing cowboy from Tioga, Texas, scored three huge Christmas hits in three years: "Here Comes Santa Claus" (#9 in 1947), "Rudolph" (#1 in 1949) and "Frosty the Snowman" (#7 in 1950). These were part of the Christmas novelty-song trend, which included "All I Want for Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)" and "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." (Johnny Marks, who wrote "Rudolph," rode another trend in 1957 with the not-very-rockin' "Jingle Bell Rock.") This album, reissued in 2000, lassos together all of Autry's seasonal singles...
...punctual, responsible and work well in teams. Those skills were badly missing in recently hired high school graduates, according to a survey of over 400 human-resource professionals conducted by the Partnership for 21st Century Skills. "Kids don't know how to shake your hand at graduation," says Rudolph Crew, superintendent of the Miami-Dade school system. Deportment, he notes, used to be on the report card. Some of the nation's more forward-thinking schools are bringing it back. It's one part of 21st century education that sleepy old Rip would recognize...
...Harvard Medical School professor has received about $1 million to fund a promising effort that could move researchers closer to a cure for Alzheimer’s disease. Professor of Neurology Rudolph E. Tanzi has thus far been awarded about one-third of the $3 million that has been raised by the Cure Alzheimer’s Fund, a charity based in nearby Waltham. The fund’s leaders believe that targeted research, particularly in the area of genetic mapping, will be more effective in finding a cure than more traditional, broader types of research. Genetic mapping...
...When the hour is up, the slow process of moving us back to the cells begins in reverse," Rudolph writes. "And then we sit in our darkened cells for the rest of the week, staring out at the empty sun-drenched yard...