The story of Eric Rudolph, the Atlanta Olympics bomber, offers lessons about the persistence of violent extremism, and how to combat it. As the Trump Administration ...

YOU always may expect the unexpected from Mr. Stokowski. Out-of-town reports had burgeoned with gossip of bewildering novelties which he was setting before his Philadelphia clientele; it was obvious, ...

If you’re thinking of Pimlico—the run down to Baltimore is so easy—here are a few dates of stakes worth remembering: the Manly Memorial Steeplechase, November 2; the Bowie Handicap, November 4; the ...

He was entered but scratched, as were Waverley Star and Sea Plant, and so once again it looked as though the Durants would have the event to themselves. As a matter of fact, they barely won it, owing ...

WHAT had looked like the event of the season —the game between Cornell and Army, up at Ithaca, last Saturday—turned out, upon inspection, to be just another Army warmup. It had seemed a reasonable ...

THEY don’t have revolutions at the Philharmonic-Symphony concerts, now in their ninety - second season. The personnel of the hand seems to be unchanged, the complection of the subscribers remains ...

IF there is an excess of adjectives in this department this week, we ask your indulgence. We’ve been enjoying new—to us— cars. Although Reo’s Flying Cloud with an automatic gearshift has been on the ...

LET no one who has a healthy distrust for isms and movements keep away from the Julien Levy Gallery merely because its first exhibition this season is devoted to anti-graphic photography. In one sense ...

“The festival of eariwigs dispersed as I dragged / the blue tarp off the logs left to season now / for going on a couple of years it must be.” C’mon, I’m a dog. We sense these things. It’s a tumor. I ...

You may go to Empire City on Monday—and good luck to you—but we’re considering commuting to Laurel. We like the climb from the saddling paddock to the clubhouse there. It gives us so much more time to ...

Mr. Milne once wrote “The Red House Mystery,” a classic of detection. He has also written “Winnie - the - Pooh.” In “Four Days’ Wonder” (Dutton), he apparently sets his mind on merging the two styles.

Of those involved in this massive enterprise, Mr. Bickford and Mr. Ives are the most commendable as they whoop and snort about the sagebrush. But even they are hardly credible types, and as for the ...