Friday

Jun. 20, 1997

Remarkable Women: An Apostrophe

by Maxine Kumin

FRIDAY 6/20

Today's Reading:"Remarkable Women: An Apostrophe" by Maxine Kumin from LOOKING FOR LUCK, published by W.W. Norton (1992).

There's a full moon tonight, also known this month as the Rose or Honey Moon.

In Fairbanks, Alaska, the Midnight Sun Baseball Game will be played tonight.

It's the birthday of pianist Andre Watts, born in Nuremberg, Germany, in 1946.

HOT CHOCOLATES, the Broadway hit by Fats Waller and Louis Armstrong, opened on this evening in New York City in 1930.

It's the birthday today of guitarist Chet Atkins, born on his grandfather's farm near Luttrell, Tennessee, in 1924.

Blues singer Chester Arthur Burnett, "Howlin' Wolf," was born on this day in West Point, Mississippi, in 1910.

It's the birthday today of Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Josephine Johnson (JORDANSTOWN; WILDWOOD; YEAR'S END), born in Missouri in 1910.

Playwright Lillian Hellman (THE LITTLE FOXES; THE TOYS IN THE ATTIC) was born on this day in New Orleans, 1907.

It's the birthday of German Dada artist and poet, Kurt Schwitters, born in Hannover, in 1887.

It's the birthday of the first major African American novelist, Charles Chesnutt, born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1858.

The Victorian Age began on this day in 1837 when the 18 year old Queen Victoria was crowned Queen of England.

It was on this day in 1819 that the paddle-wheel steamship SAVANNAH arrived at Liverpool after a voyage lasting 27 days and 11 hours, the first steamship to cross the Atlantic.

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