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There is no scorn more profound, or on the whole more justifiable, than that of the men who make for the men who explain. Exposition, criticism, appreciation, is work for second-rate minds.
When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
| Eugenie Anderson, Diplomat (1909) |
| Helena Bonham Carter, Actress (1966) |
| Miles Davis, Musician (1926) |
| Kay Hagan, Politician (1953) |
| Janos Kadar, Statesman (1912) |
| Dorothea Lange, Photographer (1895) |
| Peggy Lee, Musician (1920) |
| Eddie Albert, Actor (2005) |
| Stewart Alsop, Writer (1974) |
| Lincoln Ellsworth, Explorer (1951) |
| Edsel Ford, Businessman (1943) |


