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...practiced shrug, Mr. Sam observed: "I've never been sick in my life. I never did feel bad. I feel good now. If I keep feeling like I do, I guess I'll stay around a long time." Down on his North Carolina farm. Poet Carl Sandburg turned 82, allowed that he is hard at work on some stories, more poetry and a second volume of his autobiography. At his home in the English village of Fordingbridge, famed Sculptor-Painter Augustus John, looking slightly like a Dickensian rascal, contentedly chomped a cigar on his 82nd birthday, had great...
...virgin splendor, the Ohio River awed the French explorer, La Salle, and all who came after him. The French called it La Belle Riviere, meaning, as Poet Carl Sandburg explained, "a woman easy to look at." Raft-riding settlers from the colonies called it "Ohio," after the Iroquois word for "thing of beauty." For a century and a half, while nursing the frontier's commerce and industry, the Ohio continued to be a 981-mile-long showcase of nature's charms. Rising at the confluence of the Allegheny and the Monongahela rivers at Fort Pitt (now Pittsburgh...
Fling us a handful of love. Ride it, Carl Sandburg, stockyards Cowboy, Ride herd on the Realestateniks...
...Story of Ossian (Argo) in a reading that does nothing to relieve the poem's turgid dramatic flow. The opposite failing-a tendency to rhetoric where mere passion would do-mars Sir Ralph Richardson's swooning reading of The Poetry of Keats (Caedmon), and turns Carl Sandburg's A Lincoln Album (Caedmon) into an uneasy collection of pieties at odds with the vigor of Lincoln's own prose. Cyril Cusack, trying to milk every drop from the "dense and driven" poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins (Caedmon), lingers with such lip-smacking satisfaction over Hopkins' sprung...
Golden's friend Carl Sandburg, about whom he is writing a book, has called him the Jewish Will Rogers. He might be called the Jewish Edgar Guest, too, but at his best, the cigar-chewing editor does evoke the old Rogers twang. Golden on the U.S. Astronauts: "Having found the perfect man, it seems the last place they should send him is to the moon. They ought to shoot off the least qualified man, because we need the best man like we never needed him before...