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This official biography, by the Dublin scholar Joseph Hone, is not by a good deal as great as its subject. Its polished-walnut elegance gives way now to dullness, now to Irish fanciness; its irony and its tact might occasionally have given way to blunter judgment. It goes into local minutiae tiresome to any save the hottest Hibernians. Its biographer cannot with detachment examine Yeats. Yet the book is so rich in its detailing of a significant life, and of the remarkable people who surrounded and shaped it, that it is unlikely that a more valuable work on Yeats will...
Henry J. Kaiser realized another dream last week. At Fontana, Calif., 45 miles east of Los Angeles in the heart of the wine and walnut belt, he watched his wife pull a switch and blow in his new 1,200-ton blast furnace, named in her honor "the Bess." The blowing in of the pig-iron furnace, just eight months after Henry Kaiser broke ground for her where a pig-breeding farm had once flourished, meant that the West Coast for the first time in its history had a fully integrated steel plant...
...quiet Brother John ("Old Jack") Webb was the greatest teacher Dr. Rice ever met. Webb had a wisdom bump on his forehead the size of half a walnut, used to sit talking to himself and trimming his grey beard with pocket scissors. He taught Greek, English, history, math, everything -sitting in a split-bottom chair and gently posing riddles to his pupils. Says Dr. Rice: "More Rhodes Scholars came from Webb School than from any other in the world...
With a perfect batting average-three hits in three pictures and an Academy Award nomination thrown in-Teresa quietly pursues her private life on her new husband's walnut-treed, swimming-pooled, press-agent-free acres in San Fernando Valley. If Sam Goldwyn is right, this tranquil double life will not last. Says he earnestly and grammatically, apropos her role in Pride of the Yankees: "She doesn't need much ballyhoo. Far better the public should discover her. They will. She's got it inside, things you can't learn...
...then Fant turns up, a love-hungry fugitive, among the tobacco leaves. There are trysts like "that moonless July night, when Fant's whistle had wooed her out to the walnut grove." Two daughters are the result of these whistles. In their wake comes ostracism. For nobody on earth must know that hunted murderer Fant is still alive...