Word: barings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...puffed as he bore the cross along a mile-and-a-half route. Coming out of the church, the Catenacciu got his huge load stuck in the doorway. Then, as he stumbled along dirt paths and darkened, cobbled streets, struggled painfully up flights of ancient granite stairs, his bare feet began to bleed. Throngs of villagers and 15,000 tourists in Sartene for the occasion gathered along the route to jeer. Three times the Catenacciu fell under his burden, and each time a fellow penitent playing the part of Simon of Cyrene whispered fiercely: "Get up! You asked for this...
...puffed-up mica) that contain a cottonseed and carefully calculated doses of fertilizer, insecticide and fungicide. Snuggled in the warmth and moisture under the film, the seeds sprout quickly and grow up through the hole. Cotton plants mature as much as one month early. Weeds that grow in the bare soil between the strips of film can be easily destroyed without hurting the cotton...
...downhill course in 2 min. 20.5 sec. to beat (by .9 sec.) Switzerland's Jos Minsch-winner of Innsbruck's pre-Olympic race. Next day. Werner won again in the twisting slalom. At Mount Alyeska, he beat Minsch in the downhill-only to lose by a bare .1 sec. to another American. Plagued with bad luck. Werner took an inglorious spill in the 1956 Olympics, had to sit out the 1960 games with a broken leg. He intends to make...
Champion gem hunter is a man from St. Louis who hardly moves at all. He selects a likely spot, sits on the ground, and peers at the bare earth. For hours, as the sun's angle slowly changes, he watches for a tiny glitter. It may be only a bit of quartz or a chip from a broken pop bottle, but when he sees the glitter, he dares not move his head. He just stares rigidly so as not to lose the gleam, while his wife, who has been waiting for orders, follows his directions and picks up whatever...
...year-long tour about the country, a retrospective of his work landed in Manhattan's Whitney Museum of American Art, while at the same time a smaller exhibition opened at the Andre Emmerich Gallery. Ferber's iron sculptures are not always comfortable to look at: they often bare aggressive fangs, as if defying the viewer to come close, let alone to touch them. At times, their restlessness seems rather fretful; but at their best, they are full of hurtling vigor...