The battle for the fairytale, 13th century Castle Itter was the only time in WWII that American and German troops joined forces in combat, and it was also the only time in American history that U.S. troops defended a medieval castle against sustained attack by enemy forces. To make it even more film worthy, two of the women imprisoned at Schloss Itter—Augusta Bruchlen, who was the mistress of the labour leader Leon Jouhaux, and Madame Weygand, the wife General Maxime Weygand—were there because they chose to stand by their men. They, along with Paul Reynaud’s mistress Christiane Mabire, were incredibly strong, capable, and determined women made for portrayal on the silver screen.
As the Daily Beast writes, “Passports are stamped with a person’s physical and mental journeys, etched with permanent records of explorations.” These passport images, including Norman Mailer, Bernard Malamud, and Lillian Hellman, were shared by the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas, Austin.
A follow-up to a post from this morning on the wealth of presidents (if you’re viewing this in the dashboard, just hit play to see the infographic):
Based on John Avalon’s commentary today on the riches of American presidential candidates, we delve in a bit further to find out just how entrenched into 1% candidates over the past few decades have been. For this chart, we look at every presidential election for which we could find income data for both major party candidates—that’s 1972 through 2012, and 1952. The pie charts encompass the earnings for candidates for those years, pegged to 2012 dollars. The bar chart and supplementary text box are based on real dollars—that is, not inflation adjusted. Note that this is earnings data for the year before the November election, and does not reflect each candidate’s net worth.
National income estimates are based on research by Thomas Piketty and Emmanuel Saez. For full methodology and data sources, see our gallery.
On This Infamous Date 18 Years Ago…
THE END, LAST WEEK, WAS OFF-CAMERA. AFTER THE bloody steps, the heart-rending funerals, the surreal chase through the twilight of Los Angeles, O. J. Simpson surrendered himself into the darkness his life has become. He was in the back seat of his best friend’s Bronco, communing quietly with his cellular phone, his blue steel revolver and a picture of his children. As the police stood back, waiting, the shadows lengthened. O. J., the great halfback who had made a fabulous career out of running for daylight, could no more hold back the night than reverse the tragedy of his week. Above, helicopters hovered, each carrying enough candlepower to light a village. And then O. J. emerged, turned himself over to the police, used his bathroom, accepted a glass of juice and, like sons everywhere caught in trouble, asked for time to call his mother.
Newsweek June 27, 1994
Donna Summer, 1948-2012
Easing her full-throttle delivery down to a shivery whisper, she moaned over and over into the microphone, “Ooooh, aaah, love to love you, bay-bee…” Summer would later boast of simulating 22 orgasms, but whatever she did, it worked…
Newsweek April 2, 1979