Tuesday

Sep. 17, 1996

A Love Song, First Version, 1915

by William Carlos Williams

TUESDAY 9/17

Today's Reading:"A Love Song, First Version, 1915" by Wiliam Carlos Williams from THE COLLECTED POEMS OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS, published by New Directions.

The Jackson County Apple Festival begins today in Jackson County, Ohio.

It's the United Nations International Day of Peace and opening day of the General Assembly in New York City.

It's the birthday today of Pulitzer Prize winning political cartoonist, Jeff MacNelly, born in New York City in 1947.

The first long-playing record was demonstrated today in New York by RCA-Victor, 1931.

Country and western singer Hank Williams ("Your Cheatin' Heart") was born on this day in Mount Olive, Alabama, 1923. He died of heart failure at the age of 29.

The National Football League was formed on this day in 1920 in Canton, Ohio.

Choreographer and director of England's Royal Ballet, Sir Frederick Ashton, was born on this day in Guayaquil, Ecquador, 1904.

It's the birthday of the first homegrown American composer to write Impressionist music, Charles Griffes, born in Elmira, New York, in 1884.

It's the birthday of poet and physician William Carlos Williams, born in Rutherford, New Jersey, in 1883. He wrote, "I don't play golf, am not a joiner. I vote Democratic, read as much as my eyes will stand, and work at my trade day in and day out. When I can find nothing better to do, I write."

Today is the anniversary of the Civil War's bloodiest battle, the Battle of Antietam, which took place in Maryland in 1862.

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