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State of the Union Address: William H. Taft (December 3, 1912)
William H. Taft (December 3, 1912) Jump to Part II | Part III To the Senate and House of Representatives: The foreign relations of the United States actually and potentially affect the state of the…Armani, Giorgio
(Encyclopedia) Armani, Giorgio, 1934–, Italian fashion designer. He designed menswear at Nino Cerruti (1964–70), then worked freelance until 1975 when, in partnership with Sergio Galeotti, he opened…Darwin, Charles Galton
(Encyclopedia) Darwin, Charles Galton, 1887–1962, English physicist and administrator. Educated at Cambridge, he worked under Ernest Rutherford at Manchester, where he collaborated with H. G. J.…Mission
(Encyclopedia) Mission, city (1990 pop. 28,653), Hidalgo co., extreme S Tex.; inc. 1910. It is a processing and canning center for citrus fruits (especially grapefruit) and vegetables grown in the…Comodoro Rivadavia
(Encyclopedia) Comodoro Rivadavia Comodoro Rivadavia kōmōᵺōˈrō rēväᵺaˈvyä [key], city…John Keats: To G. A. W.
by JohnKeatsTo a Friend who sent me some RosesO Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,To G. A. W. Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance, In what diviner moments of the day Art…E. G. Marshall 1998 Deaths
E. G. MarshallAge: 88 Character actor best known for his Emmy-winning portrayal of Lawrence Preston in television's The Defenders. He began his acting career on the stage, gaining fame with…William G. Congdon 1998 Deaths
William G. CongdonAge: 86 American painter known for his fusion of abstraction and representation and his depiction of religious themes. Died: April 15, 1998.Henry Steele CommagerA - FJames B…John G. Neihardt: Ballad of a Child
Ballad of a ChildJohn G. NeihardtYearly thrilled the plum tree With the mother-mood; Every June the rose stock Bore her wonder-child: Every year the wheatlands Reared a golden brood: World of…John G. Neihardt: The Poet's Town
The Poet's TownJohn G. NeihardtI'Mid glad green miles of tillage And fields where cattle graze, A prosy little village, You drowse away the days.And yet — a wakeful glory Clings round you as…