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Today Smalls' Harvesting is run by Jessie (who oversees three combines), his son Joe, 34 (who manages two more), and Jessie's cousin Gayle. Jessie's other son, Byron, 17, and daughter, Susie. 14, both drive combines, though Susie, much to her annoyance, is still considered something of an apprentice. "When I'm 18," she declares, "I'm going to have my own combine and all-woman crew." When Susie says things like that, Byron makes a face as if he's just finished sucking on a lemon. Jessie, proud of his daughter...
...Small children all share the common desire to spend just one summer back home in Missouri. "I don't expect I'd like it much," Byron admits, "but I'd sure like to see what it's like." Many children who inhabit the wheat belt have a secret desire to spend a summer roaming from state to state with the cutters. The Smalls each year employ 14 hired boys (including Byron). The members of the crew live in motel rooms, paid for by the Smalls, eat bountifully of the well-prepared home cooking around the tables...
While Rowe was talking to state investigators, he suddenly changed the subject and claimed that he had shot and killed a black man during a night of racial rioting in Birmingham in 1963. Rowe said he reported the killing to FBI Agent Byron McFall and was told to "forget it." McFall has denied the allegation. Police have no record of the killing, but they do not rule out the possibility that it may have occurred...
...some expected Chief Justice Burger to rally the court around him in conservative restraint, just the way his predecessor, Earl Warren, galvanized the court to judicial activism. But this year Blackmun abandoned Burger 30% of the tune, Powell 26%. Together with Justices John Paul Stevens, Potter Stewart and Byron White, they form an uncertain and searching middle core, sometimes balancing, sometimes just unpredictable...
...motto for such work might come from one of Byron's letters from Venice in 1817. Painting, the irritable bard declared, was of all arts "the most artificial and unnatural... I never yet saw the picture ... which came within a league of my conception or expectation; but I have seen many mountains, and Seas and Rivers, and views, and two or three women, who went as far beyond it, besides some horses." Just so, all art is a lie told in the service of truth, but however feeble art may be in the face of nature, one still cannot...