Richard Leacock's 1981 film portrait, Louise Brooks, was shown during a retro of Ms. Brooks's films at the Walker Art Center.

John C. Van Dyke's aesthetic soarings about the arid lands passed on whifty ruminations on coyotes, rattlesnakes, and greasewood, but they were horrors of misinformation.

And still the hours passed, and at last I knew by the glimmer of light in the tomb above that the sun had risen again, and a maddening thirst had hold of me. And then I thought of all the barrels piled up in the vault and of the liquor that they held; and stuck not because 'twas spirit, for I would scarce have paused to sate that thirst even with molten lead.

They tried to piggyback that proposal on the rivers and harbors bill.