Word: alfalfas
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Warhol soup cans vie for the ready money with old masters. Alfalfa fortunes, born yesterday, successfully bid for art treasures against landed wealth. Rich plumbers dispossess the gentry on art-museum boards. Such propositions tickle Baird, an art insider, who deserted a gilt-framed career (New York's Frick Collection, Washington's National Gallery of Art) in favor of novel writing. Baird wields a deft brush to capture art's comic possibilities, but he wastes his brush strokes on a canvas of postage-stamp size...
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...richest farmer around New Egypt, N.J., has not tilled a field since he was in his teens, and the only crops that grow on his 106 acres are grass, alfalfa and hay. But Stanley Dancer is no gentleman farmer. He is up at dawn, rain or shine, employs a staff of 27, meets a weekly payroll of $2,200 and personally markets his product all the way from New York to Florida and California. At 35, Trainer-Driver Dancer is the top man in U.S. harness racing...
Occasional Bite. For five years Holloway and Huffaker tempted the weevil with other plants. They found that the worst the weevils would do was to take an occasional bite out of alfalfa or flax if there was no puncture weed around, but they also discovered that the weevil's larvae could only grow in the pods of puncture vines. Convinced that the weevils were safe enough for large-scale experiments, the biologists imported 15 from Italy early this year and turned them loose to feast on a private garden of puncture weed. Now they have a crop of more...
...ducks under the covers. Mum (Virginia Maskell) staggers up, eyes like bruises, hair like last year's alfalfa. Puts the baby on the pot, the water on the stove. Dad sinks blissfully into stolen snooze. "Wake up!" squeals his darling daughter, knocking on his head with her knuckles-hard. "Ah, c'mon!" Mum squalls at the baby. "Yer not tryin'." Dad weaves toward the bathroom, battles an ancient geyser for five minutes, achieves a pathetic dribble of tepid water, starts to shave. "Breakfast!" Dad slumps groggily over his coffee. "Now don't be late, dear...