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...with an arrow. He got up again and ran on. "Kill him, kill him," a rebel screamed behind him. Another arrow struck him under the arm, bringing more blood than pain. Not everybody was as lucky. Jacques Bollaerts, 25, a former Belgian paratrooper, tried to shield one of the women as they ran. "Faster, Odette, I'm covering you," he cried just before he fell dead, hit in the head...
Snowshoes & Skis. Meanwhile, Rocky and Senator Margaret Chase Smith were stepping up their campaigns in New Hampshire. The lady from Maine rose with the sun, stomped around in a beaver-skin coat to shield her from temperatures that reached 29 below zero, donned snowshoes to clump around in the Canadian border town of Pittsburg (pop. 200). Annoyed that press reports invariably mention her age, she said that "Winston Churchill was three years older than I when he first became Prime Minister." (Actually, he was 65 to Maggie's 66.) She also proved that she has energy enough...
MORTON SCHAMBERG-Zabriskie, 36 East 61st. Schamberg was among the steely shield bearers of modernism in the Armory Show of 1913; five years later, in full battle with academicism and only 37 years old, he died in the great flu epidemic. Through art-nouveau poster painting to the plane geometry of the machine esthetic, Schamberg shared his passion for mechanical things and his studio with Charles Sheeler. For the first time since a memorial exhibition in 1919, New Yorkers can view 20 of his paintings, all on loan. Through...
...must become the slaves and bedmates of the conquering Greeks. Pain frantically grips a little boy between his mother's legs before he is taken from her and thrown from the parapets of defeated Troy. The boy's body is returned on his dead father's shield, and as the corpse lies there, like a tiny crumpled animal, pain speaks again in the unpierced stillness that is more dreadful than weeping...
...given up Mr. Dooley, and his humor had soured somewhat. He wrote his memoirs in plain cantankerous English; there was less Irish charm and more Irish temper. To begin with, Dunne felt ill at ease writing about himself without Mr. Dooley as a shield: "Disrobing in public is not to my taste. There are intellectual and spiritual pudenda as well as physical. The more clothes I put on, the better I look. I plead guilty to preferring port and Montaigne to gin and Joyce or creme de cacao and André Gide...