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The Remarkable Career of Maksymilian Faktorowicz

June 27, 2015
Rita Hayworth as Gilda.

Rita Hayworth as Gilda.
“Men go to bed with Gilda, but they wake up with me.”

He was so renowned and prized as the hairdresser to the Russian court that he did most of his work under military guard. But when he married secretly without first securing Czar Nicholas II’s permission, he had to flee the country. Faktorowicz used his own makeup to fake symptoms of jaundice in order to leave Moscow for America in 1902.

His early times in America were tough. A business partner defrauded him of most of his savings at the Louisiana World’s fair. His half-brother became known as “Jake the barber,” a notorious Prohibition gangster who once, literally, broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

But Faktorowicz was a resilient sort. He headed west, and in 1908 he set himself up in Hollywood with a business that hired out wigs to film extras. Then he did the extras’ makeup. Then he graduated doing makeup for the stars. Then he invented the term “makeup.”

In 1935, he was so popular and so much in demand that he opened his own “Makeup Studio.” It had color-coded rooms for his clients: one with salon-peach walls for “brownettes,” one with powder-blue walls for blondes, and a mint-green one for redheads. “Whenever there is red in the composition of the hair,” he said, “green will be becoming.”

Faktorowiczs’s many successes included the heart-shaped lips of Clara Bow, Hollywood’s “It Girl” and perhaps its first

Maksymilian Faktorowicz at work with his

Maksymilian Faktorowicz at work with his “beauty micrometer,” which detected tiny flaws in actor’s faces. Without a treatment of some sort, these flaws would show up on the big screen. The solution? Pancake makeup.

famous redhead; the platinum blonde look of Jean Harlow, which she maintained with a weekly wash of ammonia, Clorox, and Lux soap flakes; and the glorious copper curls of Rita Hayworth.

clara bow

Clara Bow, Hollywood’s “It Girl” (colorized).

Hayworth is the star that most frequently comes to mind when you say “Hollywood” and “redhead” together, even though her films were shot in monochrome rather than in color. She drove men wild with desire in many roles including that of the seductress and society girl Gilda, on stage and in a 1946 film. Her complaint about that role? She once sighed, “Men go to bed with Gilda, but they wake up with me.”

If, in my next life, I come back as Maksymilian Faktorowicz, I’ll take that as God’s message that I was a good boy in this life, and that I deserve a nice reward.

And you know who Maksymilian Faktorowicz is. We’ve all used his products.

Max Factor.

Autumn Leaves, and Ladies of Autumn: Two of My Favorite Things

September 8, 2014

reds2Maria von Trapp had cream colored ponies and girls in white dresses. I’ve got flame colored tree leaves and girls with grey tresses.

These are two of my favorite things: the reds and golds and yellows of autumn in New England, and the company of women of my generation. It’s almost that time of year when I encounter the former. Any time of the year will do for encountering the latter. They’re two of life’s greatest pleasures.

The blazing hues of fall carry along with them all that’s gone before: the snow blankets of winter, the grudging thaws of mud time, the hopeful green shoots and buds of early spring, the winds and showers and storms and happy days of summer…they’re all wrapped up and glowing through the glad symphony of September glory.

gold2The greying hairs and the crinkly countenances of the ladies bear with them all that’s gone before as well: the pangs of childbirth as they brought forth humanity’s next generation; the illness and distresses of their little ones; the ripening and blossoming of youths they nurtured; the kisses and embraces of loved ones; the laughter and the tears of shared joy and sorrow…they’re all wrapped up and retold in the whispers and smiles and sparkling eyes of mature womanhood.

I love to walk the woods and parkland trails, early of an autumn morning or in the full of day or in the cool of evening. I am grateful for all that the winter, spring, and summer stored up the beauty I see at this time of riotous color. Here in New England, in the season that is just about to begin, there’s magnificence that nowhere else on earth can match.

In like manner, I love to meet and talk with old friends. There’s no friend like a friend of my youth. Especially if that friend is a woman who, like me, is in the September of her years.

yellow2Her crown of hair might be full grey or just silver-streaked, but her life story is anything but grey. It rings forth with the color and variety of the autumn woods. Her laugh lines are like the tiny creases in the leaves that flutter down to my outstretched hands on breezy fall days. Those lines may have been born in times of merriment, like a warm and tranquil month of summer. Or they may have furrowed her brow in times of stress and care, as a blustery March blast once shook the strong green leaves.

Each woman’s life story is unique, but it’s always a story of love. I am grateful for that story, and I never tire of hearing it. Woman’s strength is God’s greatest gift to man.

I cannot understand men of my age who insist on the company of women who are fifteen or twenty or more years their junior. I feel sorry for them. It’s rather like he who, on the first cool night of fall, boards a plane for Florida and leaves New England’s harvest banquet hall right before the feast begins. All such men are missing out on the Lord’s plenty.

Give me New England in autumn. Give me women my own age. Two of my favorite things.

Joining the Team at Curry College

June 1, 2014

June 1 2014 (6)aI’m pleased to be the newest staff member of the Writing Center, one of the many services of Curry College’s Academic Enrichment Center. Earlier this week I met with my colleagues, a passionately dedicated group of writing professionals who love working with Curry’s energetic students.

Other offerings pf the AEC: Math Lab; Peer Tutoring and Teaching Assistant Program; Athletic Study Halls; Education Support Specialist Program; and Academic Classes including The Academic Writing Process, Read Around the World, Competencies for Prospective Educators, Peer Teaching in the Disciplines, Study Abroad Seminar, and Discovering Boston.

I’m looking forward to September. Go Colonels!

History I Never Knew, and Almost Never Got the Chance to Learn

May 6, 2014

King Richard III: Killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field, the End of the War of the Roses.

King Richard III: Killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field, the End of the War of the Roses.

King Richard III: How Historians and Archaeologists Got There Just in Time

In 2012, archaeologists discovered the body of King Richard III buried under a parking lot in Leicester, England. Then they were able to verify the body’s authenticity at the very last second of history available to them. Had they waited just a few more years to unearth those bones at the site of the old Greyfriars Church, no one would have been able to tell for certain whether the body was that of the king – a guy whose reputation was trashed so unfairly by William Shakespeare.

Analysis of the bones revealed that the deceased had eaten a diet of seafood and meat, which was consistent with that of a nobleman of those days. But to be sure it was he, they needed the DNA to match.

It had to be mitochondrial DNA, the only kind that passes through the generations unchanged from mother to child. Mitochondrial DNA can be preserved down the female line indefinitely. They found that genetic material in Michael Ibsen, a Canadian-born cabinetmaker and the 17th great-nephew of Richard III.

Michael Ibsen was the last possible source of DNA for Richard III. Through all generations to the present, there had been at least one female relative to keep the mitochondrial DNA of Richard III alive. But now there are no more female descendants, so when Michael Ibsen dies, that line will go extinct. They found Mr. Ibsen just in time.

Yes, Your Majesty, “Delay leads impotent and snail pac’d beggary.” But this long delay is finally over for the last English king to die in battle.

Whatever else his exaggerated faults and failings, Richard III was a brave man.

In Pace Requiescat.

Lives of Service, Lives of Generosity: Honoring “Men for Others”

February 14, 2014

BC High 1967 classmates Christoper Small, left, and Tom Burke after Chris received the school's prestigious Saint Ignatius Award.

BC High 1967 classmates Christoper Small, left, and Tom Burke after Chris received the school’s prestigious Saint Ignatius Award.

Today I attended a reception honoring my BC High 1967 classmate Christopher Small, who has been Executive Director of the Italian Home for Children for the past 35 years.

Chris received the St. Ignatius Medal, BC High’s highest alumni award. It goes to graduates who “have exemplified the ideals of the school through high moral character and selfless service to the community.”

Superb choice. Congratulations to Chris, thanks to him for his career as a man for others, and kudos to the school for its wisdom in selecting him.

The Italian Home is one of the most respected and well-run social service agencies in Massachusetts. It is also recognized by the Council on Accreditation (COA). This certifies that the Home meets the highest national standards and delivers the best quality care to its communities. About 100 children are served each day on the Home’s Jamaica Plain campus. Another 20 kids attend programs at its Cranwood Group Home in East Freetown.

In his briefs and gracious acceptance speech before the school’s entire student body, Chris talked about how his experiences at BC High helped him to discern the signs and signals that led him to his life’s work.

“I was always challenged to examine things for what they meant, both in general and in particular for me. Many times, I got a feeling – a feeling for when I was doing my best work, when I was making plans or judgments or decisions. It was the feeling that I was doing the right thing.”

At first, Chris had no thought of a career in social services. He went to BC, majored in physics and math for three years, and aimed to be a scientist. During vacations he worked at IHop. But in the summer following junior year, he got a job working with emotionally disturbed youngsters at the New England home for Little Wanderers.

“It took me a couple of weeks and a handful of experiences with these special kids to give me that feeling. I recognized that I was meant to work with them. At the ripe old age of 20, I was lucky enough to find the work that I was born to do,” he said.

After that summer, Chris didn’t bother finishing his science training at Boston College. Rather he went right into the field and eventually earned a degree in social work at Boston University.
Chris closed his remarks by telling the students that each of them was developing his own version of the feeling.

“I hope you pay attention to what your heart tells you, and to have the courage to let your choices by governed by who you really are, rather than by what you think others think you are. And however successful or influential you aspire to be, your greatest achievements will always involve what happens between you and others. They may be your loved ones, or good friends, or total strangers. But if you put others and their needs first, ahead of your own, it won’t feel like a sacrifice. Think of them as opportunities you’ll encounter unexpectedly, on whatever path you choose.

“Measure wealth not by the things you have but by the things that you have that you would not exchange for money,” he concluded.

Chris was one of three alumni recipients of BC High’s Ignatius Award. The others were mathematician Paul Sally, a Roslindale native and professor of mathematics at the University of Chicago, and Reverend Richard “Doc” Conway of the Boston archdiocese.

Professor Sally, a 1950 BC High graduate who died on December 30, 2013, taught at Chicago for 50 years. He led the University’s Mathematics Project, which developed “Chicago Math” for grade school children.

Father Conway, a Class of 1955 alumnus, grew up in Holy Name Parish in West Roxbury. He worked in many parishes in and around Boston. In 2012 he received the Crime Fighter of the Year award from the Boston Police for his work with the city’s young people.

BC High also honored William A. MacNeill with its Shields Award for his lifetime of service as a teacher, track coach, and vice president of development. A Roxbury native whose family was too poor to send him to BC High, MacNeill enlisted in the Army at age 17. He served in Europe and Korea and graduated from Boston College in 1956. He organized BC High’s first fund raising program in 1971.

I had Bill for history and as a coach in cross country. Later on, when I was in the development business, we’d frequently talk shop. He did a lot, very quietly and unobtrusively, for people and for other worthy causes in addition to BC High. I’m glad that he was among the honorees as well.

It was a good day to be back at the old school, all right!

Introducing Lane MacDonald, Newest Member of the Beanpot Hall of Fame

January 29, 2014

With the Beanpot, since 1952 the emblem of the college hockey championship of Boston.

With the Beanpot, since 1952 the emblem of the college hockey championship of Boston.

Speech by Tom Burke, Assistant Secretary of the Beanpot College Hockey Tournament, at the press luncheon at TD Garden, January 28, 2014.

Today I have the honor of introducing the Beanpot Hall of Fame Class of 2014. We have just one inductee. Lane MacDonald, Harvard University, Class of 1989. And where to begin?

Well, knowing a bit about Lane, I think he’d rather I speak of teams, and lines, and other people. So I’ll start there. A couple of years ago the Massachusetts Hockey Hall of Fame enshrined an entire Harvard line that we all know as the Local Line. Three Massachusetts kids named Corkery, McManama, and Hynes who terrorized opponents for three seasons in the early seventies. It was possibly Harvard’s best line ever.

When I raised that subject with Lane, and asked him about his own line, he said that that Harvard’s best lines were whichever ones had Joe Cavanaugh or Bill Cleary. But if you know your Harvard hockey history, or if you just remember the fabulous season of 1988-89, you might just cast your vote for the line of Lane MacDonald, Alain Bourbeau, and C.J. Young.

Lane MacDonald accepts MVP trophy from Garden VP Steve Nazro after Harvard defeated BU 9-6 for the 1989 Beanpot title.

Lane MacDonald accepts MVP trophy from Garden VP Steve Nazro after Harvard defeated BU 9-6 for the 1989 Beanpot title.

Lane was the team captain that year. Harvard had a record of 31-3. They won the Beanpot. They won the NCAA championship. Lane was the MVP in that Beanpot. He’s tied for third place in all time Beanpot scoring – 15 points, same as Art Chisholm of Northeastern, Vic Stanfield of BU, and Billy Daley of BC.

Many of you here remember Lane’s father Lowell. He had an 18-year professional career that began back in the days of the six-team National Hockey League. Lowell for the Red Wings, the Kings, and the Penguins. One of his teammates on the Pittsburgh Penguins was Bobby McManama, one of those guys on the Local Line that I mentioned a minute ago. Bobby came to the MacDonalds’ for dinner one night, and that meeting got Lane thinking about going to Harvard.

That’s where he ended up, and what a career it was. He’s Harvard’s top goal scorer of all time with 111. He had 12 shorthanded goals – the next player on the all-time list has 7. The only man who scored more goals than Lane in a single Harvard season is with us today – his coach Bill Cleary.

I’ve mentioned that Lane was captain of the NCAA champions of 1989. The MVP of that championship tournament is here too – coach Ted Donato.

Lane also played for the 1988 U.S. Olympic team in Calgary before he returned to Harvard for his final season. After Harvard, a pro career didn’t happen. Lane played in Switzerland and helped coach at Harvard for a year. But his playing career was cut short due to recurring problems from head injuries he’d suffered along the way.

Lane then entered the investment banking field, earned his MBA at Stanford, and now he’s a managing director at Harvard Management Company. Those are the financial guys who take care of the school’s endowment. So Lane is still scoring goals for Harvard.

Over the course of his career, the honors and accolades to Lane MacDonald the hockey player included:

ECAC Player of the Year
Twice a First Team All-America
The Walter Brown Award
The Hobey Baker Award
And membership in the United States Hockey Hall of Fame.

But now, as we of Beanpot Land all would agree, he is in truly distinguished company. He’s the newest member of the Beanpot Hall of Fame. Lane MacDonald.

Boston College Hall of Fame Inducts Eight New Members

October 4, 2013

The Boston College Hall of Fame inducted eight new members this evening. The members of the Hall’s 44th class are:

Football: Mike Cloud ’99, Stalin Colinet ’96, and Dick Cremin ’65
Basketball: Jessalyn Deveny ’05
Hockey: Ken Hodge ’88
Baseball: Chris Lambert ’05
Track and Cross Country: George Lermond ’25
Soccer, Lacrosse, and Ice Hockey: Anne Kavanagh ’81

I am the official Hall of Fame Biographer. You can read their biographies here. Hope you like them – it’s another class of great Boston College people, all of whom exemplify the school’s motto: Ever to Excel!

Reflections: A Pilgrimage to the Seashore

August 29, 2013

Some go to the chapel to pray. I go to the ocean. But I don’t recite prayers. I listen. I cannot help but hear God’s voice when I go to the water’s edge.

I hear the roar of His wrath in the surf’s endless assault on the rockbound coast. Crash. Retreat. Crash. Retreat.

IMG_7750I hear His whisper in the murmuring wavelets on a starry night — Orion and Ursa and playmates without number above me, countless grains of sand at my feet.

I remember His promise to Abraham, 4000 years ago.

“If you can number the stars, and count the grains of sand on the seashore, so shall your descendants be.”

Since I was young, I have come to the ocean to seek solitude. Or comfort. Or memories. Of my friends, my elders, my family, my sweethearts real and yearned for. They remain with me, like weathered stone monuments or faded snapshots. And on the shore I feel their presence, close by me again.

Sometimes, at twilight, when I walk the strand or sit on the rocks, and the darkening sky blends the horizon away, I hear the music.

The sweet, sad songs of my youth waft in on the salty breeze. My heart lifts up, and I am sixteen years old again. I’m Hugo, Kim’s One Boy. I’m Tony, and I just kissed a girl named Maria. I’m Rick, assuring Ilsa that we’ll always have Paris. Lord, I’m so gallant and debonair.

Or I’m just me, standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching her whirl and smile. I’m hoping that a slow number plays next, that I’ll get to her first, and that I’ll summon up the courage to ask her to dance. Lord, I’m so shy and nervous.

I am thankful to be here. Thankful for what I find when I come to the seashore. I find my own true nature, like a shell dug out of the sand. I find both good and bad.

Yes, the songs I hear are sad, but I’m not. Though there’s much, much, I would do differently if I could go back, I don’t want those days to return. I’ve lived them. I am at peace.

Now I do say a prayer. A prayer of gratitude for the gift of those days – of those years – and for all those who shared them with me.

Boston Pitches in to Help New York – Rebuilding After Hurricane Sandy

May 17, 2013

RTB-new_logo2010[1]-color2I’m pleased to post the attached bulletin from the great people of Rebuilding Together Boston – start spreadin’ the news!

Rebuilding Together Boston and the New York Rebuilding Together affiliate are pitching in to repair many New York-area homes damaged by Superstorm Sandy. This project will be similar to the wonderful effort put forth for families in New Orleans and on the Gulf Coast after their hurricanes. The pdf file (link below) has information for those who would like to volunteer their services.

The work will run from May 20 to June 7. For those willing and able to participate this volunteer event promises to be a well-coordinated effort. If you are interested and available, please call Rebuilding Together’s National Advisory Council Regional Coordinator, Jane Eskelund, at – 401-486-0877.

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Want to Date a Nice, Smart Girl? Want to Go to a Prestigious College? Watch Your Grammar!

March 7, 2013

I was happy to see the results of the 2013 Match.com survey, which reported that 69% of women judge men by their grammar. Poor English usage is ladies’ second-biggest turn-off. Though I’m long since out of the dating game, I see new hope for curmudgeons like me.

It was also nice to note that my alma mater, Boston College, now requires completion of an essay as part of the admissions process. The move has reduced the applicant pool by some 25%, to about 25,000 candidates for 2,287 slots. I agree with BC that the cadre of hopefuls should be of higher quality than before. Only the seriously interested students will make the effort to craft a 400-word personal response to one of four questions.

Not everybody sees it this way. A recent Boston Globe story pointed out that Boston University dropped its supplementary essay requirement after just one year. Many of the essays lacked originality and were “too generic,” as one of the admissions staff put it. It will be interesting to revisit the BC files after a year to see if anything like that happens.

Samuel Johnson

Samuel Johnson

Writing is hard. As Britain’s famed man of letters Samuel Johnson (1709-1784), put it “Every man has often found himself deficient in the power of expression, big with ideas he could not utter, and unable to impress upon his reader the image existing in his own mind.”

Composing a short piece is even harder than writing a long one. If you can succeed in giving the admissions officers a clear and convincing snapshot of something that is uniquely you – and do it in 400 words – I say you deserve a spot in the freshman class.

As someone who does a lot of writing and editing, I’d like to offer some advice to those applicants who have to submit an essay or craft a personal statement.

First, write your draft from your heart. Write it from your gut. Pour yourself into it. Make it yours alone.

If you have to tell about how some person or event made you feel, or how it affected your outlook on life or changed the way you do things, spill it. Don’t ask anybody else about it. Don’t try to anticipate what the school is “looking for” in your response. They want to know you. There’s something special about everybody, and that means you too.

I suspect that the bland, formulaic essays that frustrated the BU admissions staff weren’t written from the heart. Rather, the applicants probably built their responses around what they thought the people at the school wanted to hear. That’s a sure way to conceal who you are, to submerge yourself in the crowd. Don’t do it.

Jacques Barzun

Jacques Barzun

Second, after you’ve let your draft cool off for at least a full day, go back and revise it. Then do it again. In his book “Simple & Direct; A Rhetoric for Writers,” Professor Jacques Barzun (1907-2012) offers the following principle: “Read and revise, read and revise, keep reading and revising until your text is adequate to your thought.”

If you follow that advice, you’ll probably be surprised at how good your work has become. But you’re still not ready to submit at that point.

Go find someone else to read it, critique it, and help you to make a series of fine editorial passes. If there’s no one in your family who can do it, hire a professional editor. The fifty or hundred or two hundred dollars will be money well spent.

Rule of thumb: If I have to read a sentence or a paragraph more than once in order to figure out what it says, a rewrite is in order. Sloppy, imprecise writing indicates sloppy, imprecise thinking.

I don’t have the space to go into all aspects of a well-crafted piece of writing. But grammar is just one of them, and it includes topics like dangling modifiers, pronoun agreement, and logical comparison. A diligent editor will spot mistakes in those areas and will also point out weaknesses in word choice, idea flow, sentence structure, punctuation, and tone.

Here are a few examples of mistakes that I see all too frequently:

• Using “it’s” (which means “it is”) when you want to say “its” (the correct form of the possessive pronoun)
• Writing “your” when you mean “you’re.” “Your the greatest?” No, you’re not.
• Adding an apostrophe along with “s” to construct a plural.
• Describing a fierce storm that has thunder and “lightening.”

The correct spelling in the last bulleted item is “lightning.” That points up another concern: the inadequacy of spell-check. Don’t rely on it. “Lightening” is a perfectly acceptable word, but it’s not part of an electrical storm. Spell-check wouldn’t flag it, or hundreds of other mistakes of this nature. You need a gimlet-eyed editor or proof reader to do the job.

Think of it this way. In that brief essay, you only have one shot to look your best. It’s perfectly acceptable to get help to be sure you do.

The lovely Kate Upton couldn’t have looked any better in the recent Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, could she? Kate didn’t go to her Antarctica photo shoot alone. Her entourage included makeup artists, hair stylists, wardrobe consultants, lighting technicians, and Lord knows who else. Just think of your editors and proofreaders as the makeup artists for your college essay.

And guys – when you make it into that college, you’ll be a big hit with all those gorgeous co-eds who fall hard for men with grammatical savoir faire.

Ladies – it works the other way too. The Match.com survey said that 55% of men considered good grammar a “must-have” for a second date. It’s not quite as high as your 69%, but it’s men’s second-most important trait as well.

The biggest “must-have” for both sexes? Good teeth.

So brush and floss before you sit down to write. Good luck!