Word: bolle
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...even greater farm abundance-and, of course, threaten bigger surpluses. The department's scientists are breeding new, higher-yielding varieties of wheat; they are trying to devise ways of making grain crops and grasses add nitrogen to the soil instead of subtracting it; they are combatting the boll weevil and other crop-destroying insects by sterilizing male insects in laboratories, then releasing them in the fields to compete with other males for the available females. The U.S., says an Agriculture Department publication, is "in the foothills of technical progress in agriculture-not at the peak...
They know that if the South is to rise again, it will not be with Confederate dollars. With a fervor which rivals Southern Baptism, they cultivate Northern investment. They are inordinately self-concious and are feverishly concerned about the "image of the South." Because ready capital has replaced the boll weevil as the South's most persistent problem, they are willing even to forsake sacred traditions to attract outside investment...
...biggest activation-analysis lab in the world. It recently developed a new tomato plant tough enough to be machine-harvested, yet obedient enough to grow always to the same height. Among its faculty eminences are top experts on everything from radiation and offshore oil to cholesterol and the boll weevil...
Like a sharecropper's abandoned cabin, Georgia's Taliaferro County has been quietly decaying for 30 years, until little is left but the shell. When the boll weevil destroyed the cotton crops of the '20s, the young people began to pull out and head for the cities. The population dropped from 8,841 in 1920 to 6,278 in 1940 to 3,370 today. It is falling still. Says Mrs. Grace Beazley, a county health worker: "Our families are just an old man and his wife sitting on the porch together...
...Miss Ellen" Gray, the well-bred widow who is the wispy heroine of Pierce's story, self-discovery is not easy. She spent her prewar life in an indolent dreamworld as soft and sheltered as a cotton boll, with endless maids and mammies to tend every want that a dutiful husband and son could not fulfill. The war killed both, and drove Miss Ellen from the family plantation to live with relatives in Raleigh; even then the protective cocoon of her gentility was scarcely damaged. In June 1865 she returns home with her widowed daughter-in-law, "Miss Lucy...