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Died. George Henry Bull, 58, beefy bon vivant, longtime president of the country's most famed racing enterprise, the Saratoga Association for the Improvement of the Breed of Horses; after a long illness; in Manhattan...
...Vivant. Benjamin was the first Jew ever offered an appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court. He turned it down to become a U.S. Senator (from Louisiana). In an age of eloquence, Benjamin was eloquent too. Many of his speeches were as fancy as a beaded bag. But he could also say things that made his Senate colleagues prick up their ears. Sample: "If the object [of this bill] is to provide for friends and dependents, let us say so openly." To a Congressman his voice was "as musical as the chimes of silver bells." But Mrs. Jefferson Davis thought...
...Vivant. Brooklyn-born Porter Sargent lives in the Boston suburb of Brookline, is a bit of a bon vivant (old cheese, old china), something of a poet (he has published one volume). He attributes his real education to travel rather than Harvard (he sent Porter Jr. to North Carolina's experimental Black Mountain College), but enjoyed his Harvard post-graduate research in botany, zoology, neurology. After eight years of teaching at Cambridge's proper Browne & Nichols School, he spent a decade traveling in Europe and circling the globe five times with pupils of his unique Travel School...
Died. Reginald Bathurst ("Reggie") Birch, 87, famed Victorian illustrator; in The Bronx Home for Incurables. Born in London, Bon Vivant Birch illustrated scores of magazines and books. For his drawings for Frances Hodgson Burnett's Little Lord Fauntleroy (which brought its author $350,000), Birch said he got $400 and two theater tickets...
Discovered at the Home for Incurables in The Bronx was one of the great Victorian illustrators, 85-year-old Reginald Bathurst Birch, illustrator of Little Lord Fauntleroy. The courtly bon vivant of the '80s, half-blind and broke, had no complaints except against Fauntleroy. It was "about the worst thing that ever happened to me," he said. The lace-and-velvet wrapped little hero's fame had obscured everything else the artist had done. At present, he admitted, "you can say that I'm just a little hors de combat...