Word: warriors
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...behind an 18,000-ft. mountain wall. The fantastic outcome-in which Spanish chivalry and Christian faith matched themselves against the Mexican capital, set like a city of legend amid its lagoons in the mountains-takes on the nature of both myth and history. Armored knight met priest-warrior, each masked in the symbols of his faith...
...rusty iron weldings are on display this week in a one-man show. What they lack in elegance they often make up in wit. To the surprise of Manhattan critics, they also follow the rules of good sculpture. A case in point is Stankiewicz's The Warrior, which is armored with a hatmaker's discarded boiler, has a butane-bottle head and a boiler-plate shield. The Warrior's spindly steel rod legs, girded with buggy wheels, and its limp crest of dangling BX cable give it'away. Says Stankiewicz: "It's most menacing from...
...invisible. It showed its strength in the guardians at the gates of American painting history. Copley and Benjamin West, who studied a new breed of men with fresh eyes. When West first saw the famed Apollo Belvedere in Rome, he cried out: "My God, how like a Mohawk warrior!" And as John Adams said in describing Copley's immortal gallery of founding fathers: "You can scarcely help discoursing with them, asking questions and receiving answers...
...month before Al had lost a presidential election in which Prohibition, religious bigotry and snobbery were big issues. Now the trunks of his successor were piled in the hall, the baggage of the same Franklin D. Roosevelt who had nominated him for the presidency and dubbed him "the happy warrior." Prohibition was the law of the land, but Al called for a bottle of champagne, anointed F.D.R.'s trunks and intoned to his absent friend: "Now, Frank, if you want a drink, you will know where to find...
...would have appreciated it. But not too many years later. Al was pouring verbal vitriol on an F.D.R. whom he had come to see as an enemy of U.S. institutions. Two recent books make this understandable, though neither one succeeds in really pinning down its man. The Happy Warrior, by Emily Smith Warner, is so obviously a daughter's accolade that one of the most colorful politicians in U.S. history can scarcely be seen through the swaddling layers of worshipfulness. Yet something of his genuineness, of his dedication to the job of government, comes through. He was a Tammany...