Word: sons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...home. But she couldn't keep him there-Jim strolled back to the poolroom for a while, then sauntered over to the Busy Bee for a cup of coffee. That was when the cops came. They hauled Jim to Waukegan jail and started talking. "All right, you black son-ofabitch, tell the truth," demanded one. "We know you done...
Bramuglia, the son of poor Italian immigrants, is a quiet, complex man of unquestioned integrity. As Foreign Minister, he led his country away from its stubborn opposition to the U.S. in hemispheric councils. At the U.N. he made a flashy try at reconciling the Western powers and Russia on the Berlin blockade. But at home, on la Señora's orders, he was rewarded with a campaign of insulting silence in the Peronista press and on the radio (TIME...
Bill Instructs. Mother & daughter agreed on William D. Pawley Jr., the 28-year-old son of the transit magnate and former ambassador to Brazil. Elizabeth met Bill last March in Miami while she and Glenn were still doing their gossip-column hitch. Every afternoon for a week Bill gave her driving lessons, every night he took her to a party. During the Easter holidays he flew to the Coast. Last June, after school was out, mother & daughter flew to Miami to stay at the Pawleys'. There Elizabeth and Bill announced their engagement...
...Fabre, son of an unsuccessful innkeeper and his illiterate peasant wife, worked his way through teachers' school by hiring out as a laborer, doing odd jobs, selling lemonade at fairs. For nearly 20 years he was a professor at the Lycee of Avignon, at a salary which never came to more than $320 a year. Sacked in 1870 for letting girls come to his science classes, he supported a wife and five children for nine years by grubbing out popular science books. In the end, he saved enough money to realize a lifetime dream, buying a couple...
...these early years, the new biography by the poet's grandson, Charles Tennyson, supplies much material never published before; Alfred hated to talk about them and his son, Hallam, had to scant them in his standard memoir of 50 years ago. Nothing, however, could so testify to Tennyson's magnetic power as this veneration by the second and third generations of his family. Charles, a distinguished lawyer and civil servant who is now 70 himself, remembers his towering grandfather in old age, shuffling downstairs in the morning and extending his great withered brown hand to the children...