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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have an equally strong will. During the Civil War she studied at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, then, at the age of 23, traveled to Paris. Degas first opened her eyes. Wrote Cassatt: "I used to go and flatten my nose against the picture dealer's window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life...
...Broderick legend grew steadily. Informed that two men were bothering some ladies in front of a restaurant, Broderick rushed to the scene, righteously flung the toughs through the front window of the place, then raced inside and arrested them for malicious destruction of property. He cleaned out the gamblers at the Polo Grounds by climbing on a chair in a field box and shouting: "Come down, alia yez, and if yez don't, I'll throw yez off the roof." They came...
...sweltering summer day in 1959, a pedestrian waited impatiently to cross a street in downtown Richmond, Va., while a car blocked the intersection. The driver, busily chatting with a friend out the window, would not move on. His patience exhausted, the pedestrian finally bolted across the hood of the auto. Unfortunately for him, the driver turned out to be an off-duty policeman who promptly haled him to court, where he was charged with malicious mischief and fined...
...great bohemians, Giacometti loved to haunt cafes until late at night. His stingy 12-ft. by 15-ft. studio, lit by a dusty studio window and bare light bulbs, heated by a potbellied stove, was strewn with butts of cigarettes that he chimneyed at the rate of three or four packs a day. Its grimy floor was for Giacometti a battlefield. He once made a model sit in the same pose for years in a vain attempt to capture her likeness. He traveled little except for trips to Stampa, Switzerland, at Christmas and New Year...
Lights Out. Trouble was, complained the island's merchants, the strollers were window-shopping and little else. "Sales have dropped 50%," wailed the owner of two woolens shops. "This is not an island, it's a desert," snarled a tobacconist. "They're trying to make a graveyard," complained Restaurateur Otello Caporicci, "out of the historical center of Rome." The aggrieved merchants banded together, turned out the lights in their shopwindows in protest. Some restaurants even served food by candlelight. Meanwhile, outside the island, traffic piled up on the perimeter in an angry, tooting wall of vehicles, often...