Monday

Sep. 22, 1997

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

MONDAY 9/22

Today's Reading: "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why" by Edna St. Vincent Millay from COLLECTED POEMS, published by HarperCollins.

Autumn officially begins today, a few minutes before 8 p.m. Eastern Time.

It's the birthday of Fay Weldon, author of THE LIFE AND LOVES OF A SHE-DEVIL (1983), born in Worcestershire, England, in 1933.

Sociologist David Riesman, co-author of THE LONELY CROWD, was born in Philadelphia in 1909.

Director, producer, and actor John Houseman was born in Bucharest, Romania, in 1902.

The first automobile produced for sale to the public made its maiden run in 1893 on the streets of Springfield, Massachusetts.

Actor and silent-film director Erich von Stroheim, who appeared as the butler in SUNSET BOULEVARD, was born in Vienna in 1885.

In 1862 President Lincoln issued a proclamation calling for all slaves within the rebel states to be freed on January 1, a political move that elevated the war to a higher moral plane, and thereby kept the British from intervening on the side of the South.

In 1827 Joseph Smith announced that an angel had led him to some golden plates hidden in a hill near Palymyra, New York, on which had been inscribed the BOOK OF MORMON.

English physicist Michael Faraday, who invented the dynamo, the transformer and the electric motor, was born in Newington, Surrey, in 1791.

Anne of Cleves, the fourth wife of Henry the VIII, was born on this day in Cleves, Germany, in 1515.

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