Word: sketched
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...artist's oils, only eight of his watercolors; but there were plenty of reminders of the man himself. From his nephew's widow came three dolls, one suspended from a garter, that Homer used as models. There were his old watercolor brushes, a newly discovered sketch book, a rumpled storm cap, a fishing net he used as a prop. These were the artist's simple possessions-and for long periods of time, his only companions. "That Duck Pond." To his friends, there was always something of a mystery about why he suddenly quit New York and withdrew...
Congratulations on the Mort Sahl story. It's the cheeriest sketch since Mort Darthur...
...years later young Hans and his brother Ambrosius were seeking their fortunes as artists in Basel, which, largely because of the presence of the great Dutch scholar Erasmus, was soon to call itself "the city of humanists." Once the young Hans so flattered Erasmus with a portrait sketch that the aging celibate declared if he really looked that good, he would go right out and marry. Ambrosius is believed to have died around the age of 25, leaving Hans Holbein the Younger to become the greatest Holbein...
TIME's off-season valentine to Britain's loverly ladies, including six pages of color pictures and a story savoring the flowering of British beauty in post-austerity Britain, aroused intense national pride. "America's No. 1 news magazine," reported the London Daily Sketch, paid "OUR Fair Ladies" an extraordinary compliment. "TIME," agreed the News Chronicle, "has an expert roving eye." But when British wives and sweethearts began to ask why British menfolk had to wait for an American news magazine to appreciate them, latent male jealousy asserted itself. "On behalf of the Brit ish male," wrote...
...LONG Row TO HOE, by Billy C. Clark (233 pp.; Crowell; $4.50), at first seems to tug too unashamedly at the reader's sympathies. In fact, this autobiographical sketch of a Kentucky boyhood is flecked by neither self-pity nor stuffiness, and its markings of American life are so authentic that a latter-day Mark Twain could reshape it without much trouble into a new Huckleberry Finn...