Saturday

Nov. 23, 1996

The Song of Wandering Aengus

by William Butler Yeats

SATURDAY 11/23

Today's Reading:"The Song of Wandering Aengus" by William Butler Yeats.

The Annual Ranch Hand Breakfast is served outdoors today chuck-wagon style in Kingsville, Texas.

The Nordic Yule Fest starts today at the Nordic Heritage Museum in Seattle.

The first radio play by play of a football game was broadcast today in 1919, with the score Texas A & M - 7 and University of Texas - 0.

Italian tenor Enrico Caruso made his American debut today in 1903, singing the role of the Duke in Verdi's RIGOLLETTO at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York.

It's the birthday of industrial designer Donald Deskey, designer of the Crest toothpaste logo and the art deco decor at Radio City Music Hall, born in Blue Earth, Minnesota, 1894.

The first jukebox was installed today in the Palais Royal Saloon in San Francisco, 1889.

It's the birthday of Boris Karloff, known for his role as the monster in the 1931 film FRANKENSTEIN, born in London, 1887.

English physicist Henry Gwyn Jeffreys Moseley (Mosley's Law) was born in Weymouth, England, 1887.

It's the birthday of Danish engineer Valdemar Poulsen, who developed the first device to generate continuous radio waves, making radio broadcasting possible. He was born in Copenhagen in 1869.

The Battle of Chattanooga was fought today in 1863, helping the Northern troops push to ultimate victory.

Scottish poet James Thomson, remembered for his poem "The City of Dreadful Night," was born in Port Glasgow in 1834.

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