Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...ready with big news. "Let me end this in a hurry," he told newsmen. "The President is going to church today . . ." Just before 11 a.m., the President left the White House, rode a half-mile with the First Lady to attend Thanksgiving service at the National Presbyterian Church. They sat in a fifth-row pew on the left center side, joined in singing Faith of Our Fathers, 0 God, Beneath Thy Guiding Hand and Our Father's God, heard the pastor, the Rev. Edward L. R. Elson, offer a special prayer for the President of the U.S.: "Surround...
...three-stage Vanguard missile that feeped yesterday morning sat on the test stand for a while playing dragon and then sort of rolled over and died. The brief blast of the Navy's missile was followed by long and uphappy statements from most of this nation's leaders. Reaction abroad was an interesting contrast as our allies wore amused smiles, obviously enjoying the sight of the vaunted American technology explode so indecorously...
...Chicago fund-raising fiesta aimed at giving chronically indigent Poetry Magazine a dollar transfusion, cerebral Bollingen Prizewinning Poet John Crowe Ransom helped dredge up more than $20,000 (mostly in donations), read some "rather grim" Ransom works to the audience of 750, then sat back to enjoy an auction of books and literary curios. Most curious curio, one of a batch of letters sent over the years to various magazine editors: a terse note from Calvin Coolidge to Sumner Blossom, onetime editor of American Magazine. Wrote Cautious Cal: "I have not written anything on the subject to which you refer...
...Kill, a lengthy dirge for long-lost friends, mostly poets: "What happened to Robinson who used to stagger down Eighth Street, dizzy with solitary gin? ... Where is Leonard who thought he was a locomotive? . . . What became of Jim Oppenheim? . . . Where is Sol Funaroff? What happened to Potamkin? . . . One sat up all night talking to H. L. Mencken and drowned himself in the morning." Then the Rexroth verse turns to a super Bohemian and aman who was also a good poet: Dylan Thomas. When Rexroth first read the poem, 500 fans stormed The Cellar (seating capacity: 43) to hear...
WRITERS GONE RUSTIC: "Five o'clock finds him up to his elbows in cows. 'The Boy and I finished the milking, and there, in sight of the cows, we sat down with a pail of the rich, warm brew and refreshed ourselves' . . . Then he adds, 'My, how The Boy is shooting up. He is already an inch taller than The Girl.' I don't know what gets into writers when they move to the country. They can't remember the names of their children...