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...turning point!" On the soth, the Russians were just a block away. Hitler had already had his favorite dogs put away, and now he and his new wife Eva Braun went to a room, he to shoot himself, she to take poison. During a lull in the bombardment, their bodies were taken above ground, doused in oil and burned...
...Prout's Neck in 1884, and he was to have his home there until his death at 74 in 1910. The place was a lonely, windswept land that Homer inadvertently helped turn into a bustling summer resort. Last week, in a special tribute to Homer on the soth anniversary of his death, the Portland Museum of Art put on an exhibition of a highly personal sort. There were only three of the 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...
Verwoerd had no such intention. "Should multiracial government succeed in South Africa . . . inevitably it will mean Bantu domination over all," he cried to the throng gathered to celebrate the nation's soth anniversary. "The whites must continue to govern." And in case anyone had any doubts that apartheid was still to remain the holy doctrine, he called for full speed ahead on the vast project to herd millions of South African blacks into segregated tribal states in the virgin bush...
...always be a stranger among the people," Knut Hamsun once wrote prophetically. Seven years ago Norway's greatest soth century writer died an outcast, . reviled as a quisling by his own countrymen. "A more eminent disciple of Nietzsche than any German" in Thomas Mann's judgment, Knut Hamsun was a peasant's son who grew up in Norway's far north, wandered as a hobo through Illinois and the Dakotas of the '80s, and buried himself in a remote corner of Norway to write novels (Growth of the Soil, Pan, Hunger) of great depth...
...19th lap, University of Southern California's Bob Soth was second, running the race of his life when the pace suddenly hit him. He staggered like a sidewalk drunk, feet reaching blindly, body jerking from side to side, arms flopping in grotesque rhythm. For three laps, he kept on, then fell. Before anyone could reach him, he was up again, shambling forward, dazed. He fell again, and was carried from the field on a stretcher. In quick succession, Russia's Hubert Pyarnakivi and the U.S.'s Max Truex managed to finish, and then they too went into...