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...upright citizens (I do not speak for the horizontal tavern-frequenters) are prouder of their 22 churches than of the six bars. And of the fact that we have been a center for oil activity during the past 15 years. And of the $1,500,000 high school now in process of construction. And of the new 110-bed hospital which is to be built with combined county and federal funds . . . And of our native sons among whose number are three major generals...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Oct. 29, 1951 | 10/29/1951 | See Source »

...been simply seeking to put the center in a particularly American rural setting, they could hardly have chosen better. The low, hickory-wooded hills around the town were once the home of Winnebago and Pottawatomi Indians. The region's first settler was Thaddeus Morehouse, who opened a tavern to sell venison and whisky (at 25? a gallon...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: On to Snider's Cornfield | 10/8/1951 | See Source »

...served. On Tulagi, in World War II, they told how he smashed 14 Japanese buildings in a row with his 81-mm. mortar, then popped a shell down the chimney of the 15th. Reverent marines vowed that he was really 200 years old and had first enlisted at Tun Tavern, where the Corps was born during the Revolutionary...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones | 10/1/1951 | See Source »

Another type of refuge is provided by the Boston Police for breakers of the law and offenders of public etiquette. Scollay Square is a quiet place, and seldom does anything really to get out of hand. Most bars are well behaved; nevertheless the proprietor of perhaps the best-behaved tavern in the Square estimates that the law is broken in his place about twenty-five times every night...

Author: By Stephen O. Saxe, | Title: Saturday Night in Scollay Square: Burlies, Girlies, Bars, and Bums | 9/12/1951 | See Source »

Unlike his artistic hero Turner, who was content to sleep on tavern tables on his cross-country art hikes (and once had himself bound to a ship's mast during a blizzard so he could observe the snow), Steer had a morbid fear of drafts, never went out in bad weather; on landscape sorties, he carried along a platform to keep his feet dry. To make sure of respectful treatment from train porters and inn servants, he lugged his painting gear in a cricketer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Solid Citizen | 8/27/1951 | See Source »

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