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...personal habits he is as neat-and finicky-as his calligraphic scores. Friends, sipping highballs, sometimes find him methodically wiping rings left by their glasses on the table. He likes his own drink just so. His second wife Vera measures out his Scotch highball in the precise mixture he likes before handing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Master Mechanic | 7/26/1948 | See Source »

Behind Two Doors. He usually eats breakfast on the sunny red-tiled loggia, practically naked ("not just in shorts, but often just wearing a handkerchief or something," says Vera). Then he dresses, plunges into his workroom, labors at a table that resembles an architect's and rivals Franklin Roosevelt's for gimcracks: rows of art gum erasers, each neatly labeled, trays of pens, pencils, different colors and kinds of inks. He has two pianos in the narrow room, a grand and an upright, and still does his composing at the piano...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Master Mechanic | 7/26/1948 | See Source »

There are two doors between his workroom and the light, airy, modern living room. "When both doors are closed, no one may enter," says Vera Stravinsky. "When only the workroom door itself is closed, I may enter, but only I." The room is soundproofed. Says Stravinsky: "I cannot work where I can be overheard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Master Mechanic | 7/26/1948 | See Source »

Fair Game. In the tiny village of Esperanza, on the border between the states of Vera Cruz and Puebla, a small group of Evangelistas were holding their regular Sunday afternoon service in a private house. In the plaza, clusters of men were tanking up at the village pulquerias. Soon they were looking for a fight, and the Evangelistas were fair game. One Protestant was killed, four others wounded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEXICO: Men of Faith | 6/28/1948 | See Source »

There was room, too, for girls like 21-year-old Vera Harvey in Boston's suburban Brookline. Her parents had been killed in a gas chamber. She had been put to forced labor, kept in concentration camps, dressed in the torn garments taken from the bodies of other prisoners. Friends of her family brought her to Boston a year ago. Now she works for the National Council of Jewish Women, waits on table in a Cambridge restaurant, assiduously studies English. She says: "The most important thing here is freedom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IMMIGRANTS: Not Just Numbers | 5/24/1948 | See Source »

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