Alex in Wonderland.

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Paul Newman boating in Venice during a film festival (1963) View high resolution

Paul Newman boating in Venice during a film festival (1963)

uispeccoll:

Happy birthday to Hans Christian Andersen who would have been 209 today!

This month we are featuring a few Andersen fairy tale books and illustrations by Arthur Rackham in our mini-display case.  The first book is an early English edition of Andersen’s fairy tales translated by Mary Howitt and published by Chapman and Hall in 1846.  The second book is a limited edition of Andersen’s tales illustrated by Rackham.  Only 525 copies were printed in 1932.  (I love the fly leaf!)  Pictured is an illustration from “A Little Boy and a Little Girl” portion of “The Snow Queen.” The other Rackham illustration comes from Perrault’s “Sleeping Beauty” found in The Arthur Rackham Fairy Book published by J.B. Lippincott in 1950. 

Stop by the reading room for a closer look!

-Jillian P.

xPZ5 A6W6 1846 Wonderful Stories for Children

xfPT8116.E5 R32 1932 Fairy Tales

xPZ5 R13A8 1950 The Arthur Rackham Fairy Book

acehotel:

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When oceans kiss… a postcard from the (not fully processed) Henry Dosch papers showing the connection of the Panama Canal in 1915, one year after it opened…
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acehotel:

Panama City

When oceans kiss… a postcard from the (not fully processed) Henry Dosch papers showing the connection of the Panama Canal in 1915, one year after it opened…

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Marlon Brando’s screen test in “Rebel Without A Cause” (1955).

Marlon Brando’s screen test in “Rebel Without A Cause” (1955).

autoentropy:

Doc been tellin me smoking weed will kill me.

autoentropy:

Doc been tellin me smoking weed will kill me.

amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
- Anna Karina
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amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."

- Anna Karina

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