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With one exception all the prints were non-instantaneous photographs of static subjects. They made it clear that for a half century Stieglitz has been a superb camera technician and artist, scornful of trickery and flash. The 1889 experiment with sunlight seeping through the Venetian blinds in Paula (see cut) was no less experimental, no less successful than Car 2F 77-77 (1935), where a house and trees are seen mirrored in the shining surface of an automobile...
...others, like herself, irrationally sleepy. She saw a woman's panic soothed by the mere act of counting her pay. She learned how, five minutes after planes have vanished and firing has ceased, the boomerang threat of anti-aircraft shrapnel comes hissing down like rain out of new sunlight.* She saw, for the first time, the "refugee look"-faces looking so stunned that they suggested that the brain's gyroscope had been removed...
...oldest: Taylor-Wharton at High Bridge, N.J.), Lukens was founded in 1810. Badly located for raw materials, it limped along until 1825, when upholstered, ambitious, 3O-year-old Rebecca Lukens inherited the business, became the first big-time U.S. female executive (see cut). Rebecca read steel cost sheets by sunlight and Shakespeare by candlelight, in 22 years won fame & fortune for herself and Lu kens. When she died in 1847, the business went to Son-in-law Dr. Charles Huston, whose descendants still own 37% of the company...
Curious soldiers clustered on a New Guinea riverbank. As the late afternoon sunlight slanted through coconut-palm fronds, a raft drifted around the river bend. Small frizzled-haired Papuan natives guided it slowly to shore. Heedless of cries of "Don't bother, we'll get it for you" from the soldiers on the bank, four Australian soldiers aboard the raft slowly gathered up possessions that only a soldier can truly treasure-firearms, rain capes, a few battered odds & ends. As they turned their sunken eyes shoreward, the shouting and chatter of the spectators ceased. The crowd parted...
...meditation on slavery-excel the best of Jonathan Swift. But discerning critics will be grateful for DeVoto's evaluation of the heroic role of Jim, for his mapping of the streaks of cruelty and abject, indigenous meanness which are too easily overlooked in the broad morning sunlight of Mark Twain's unliterary prose. They will also be grateful for DeVoto's unabashed adoration of Huckleberry Finn, for it is one of those rare books which, like the half-created civilization that it brings to life, demands to be scorned, laughed off as juvenile, or adored...