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Clare Boothe Luce

Clare Boothe Luce (March 10, 1903 – October 9, 1987) was the first American woman appointed to a major ambassadorial post abroad. A versatile author, she is best known for her 1936 hit play The Women, which had an all-female cast. Her writings extended from drama and screen scenarios to fiction, journalism, and war reportage. She was the wife of Henry Luce, publisher of Time, Life and Fortune.

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Sylvia Jukes Morris
... In 1981 Sylvia Jukes Morris became the authorized biographer of Clare Boothe Luce (1903-1987), the playwright, Congresswoman, and diplomat ... to researchers, she published in 1997 Rage for Fame The Ascent of Clare Boothe Luce ... Sylvia Jukes Morris is expected to publish the second and final volume of her life of Clare Boothe Luce, entitled Price of Fame, in 2013 ...
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... Clare Boothe Luce, (1903–1987) the American ambassador to Italy 1953–1956, did not die from arsenic poisoning, but suffered an increasing variety of physical and ...
Fairfield University – Fellows And Scholars - Clare Boothe Luce Scholars
... Fairfield University students were recipients of a Clare Boothe Luce Scholarship, which is a two-year full scholarship given annually by the Clare Boothe Luce ...

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    Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals [with] no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.
    Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)

    You see few people here in America who really care very much about living a Christian life in a democratic world.
    Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)

    A deer in the body of a woman, living resentfully in the Hollywood zoo.
    —Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)

    Much of what Mr. Wallace calls his global thinking is, no matter how you slice it, still “globaloney.” Mr. Wallace’s warp of sense and his woof of nonsense is very tricky cloth out of which to cut the pattern of a post-war world.
    —Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)

    Hesperus thy twinkling ray
    Beams in the blue of heaven
    And tells the traveller on his way
    That earth shall be forgiven
    —John Clare (1793–1864)

    But if God had wanted us to think just with our wombs, why did He give us a brain?
    —Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)