Word: st
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Fair had acquired about $30,000,000 worth of first-rank masterpieces, not from Eastern U. S. collections but from Europe. Greatest was the Italian Renaissance group, including such almost mythical beauties as Botticelli's Birth of Venus from the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Mantegna's St. George from the Academy of Fine Arts in Venice...
...Manhattan's St. Nicholas Arena one night last week the smoke curdled in a cone of hot light above the ring, the crowd yelled, the gong clanged and the boys in the fourth bout bobbed out of their corners. Probably nobody there was reminded of George Bellows' prizefight pictures except one of the boys, Tony Sisti from Buffalo. Tony, who had been out of the ring nearly nine years, was staging a comeback. Its purpose, which tickled the sportswriters: to finance his own art exhibition this week at Manhattan's Argent Galleries...
...real name is lost in antiquity, but he is known as St. Dismas. He is the patron saint of those condemned to death. Dismas was the "Good Thief" who was crucified on Calvary alongside Jesus, who said to him: "This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise." This poor saint's feast day (March 25) gains him no great devotion, for it coincides with the vastly more important feast of the Annunciation...
...years ago in Chicago St. Dismas came into his own. The Good Thief attracted the whimsical but devout interest of a convert to Roman Catholicism, Dempster MacMurphy of the Daily News. Orator, raconteur, ex-song-&-dance man, MacMurphy was a well-born Southerner who added a "Mac" to his natal Murphy simply because there were no MacMurphys in the telephone book. He made a fortune as a vice president in the Insull empire, lost it in the crash, slept on park benches until he got a job on the News. One of his first News stories was about the feast...
Newsman MacMurphy's fortunes advanced. Finally he became the News's business manager. Every March 25 his St. Dismas piece crept a little nearer the front page. And on that day MacMurphy would write again the homely praises of his favorite saint: "There are so many better advertised saints, all specialists, that few mortals bother much with this hoodlum saint, who roams the outfield of eternity, making shoestring catches of souls-a saint who has no following to speak of, no medals, no propaganda. There's nothing to recommend him, really, except the fact that...