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...five. A chicken dinner, cooking since 5 a. m.. was served at tables on the lawn. Smacking over it Governor Roosevelt told his host: "I've eaten a lot of meals since I left home but this is the best yet." Afterwards he was driven out to inspect barn, hog lot. corn crib, silo, tractor, threshing machine. "Mighty fine! Mighty fine!" the Governor repeated. "You know. I've lived on a farm for 50 years." Mrs. Roosevelt gamely climbed barbed-wire fences. At the thresher the entire party was deluged with chaff. Before Governor Roosevelt started back to Omaha...
Upon the broad side of a barn on a farm in central Washington, appears the figure of the tobacco bull, in the identical gallant pose given him by bill posters everywhere. And on this barn, as on 10,000 others, the cow member of the cast regards Her Hero with the same wistful admiration and look of fond desire which caused the clubwomen of a California suburb to request the removal of the poster, as duly reported in TIME (July...
Blankly jabbering, the toothless, paunchy old man, 66, with closecropped hair, beady blue eyes, steelrimmed spectacles tied behind his bullet head, shuffles in carpet slippers every morning to the trusty building for breakfast, shuffles back to his studio in an old mule barn to work. He refuses to appear before the clemency board for a pardon. Summoned, he stops jabbering long enough to say he is better off in jail...
...cornfield, crouching behind a railroad embankment, sniping from a patch of woods. The barricaded tipple house was pockmarked with bullets. One sharpshooting picket had been drilled dead. Within the mine on burlap sacks lay four defenders, blood oozing from their undressed wounds. The wife of the mule barn boss had crawled to safety in the cold boiler. The besieged had had no food for two days; they sipped dirty water from the boiler pipes. At any second they expected to be rushed from their stronghold by a massed attack of unionists, long enraged at their "scab" operation of the Dixie...
...close of the Civil War, sired by a British bull out of a jar of mustard. But not until last month had Bull Durham encountered Romance. Then suddenly 35,000 billboards throughout the land proclaimed the news. Advertisements showed a picture of him pasted on the side of a barn. Before the picture, big eyes ogling, tongue hanging out in an expression of lugubrious passion, stood a buxom Holstein cow. This whimsy was captioned "Her Hero." Motorists grinned. Advertising men, seeing in it a burlesque of sex-appealing tobacco advertisements, thought it smart. But to the churchwomen of Willow Glen...