Word: cactus
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Desert Trek. The sun killed many, too-although hundreds of them made incredible week-long treks across the barren Mojave Desert, carrying nothing to drink but a gallon jug of water, hiding under cactus by day and walking by night. Harassed immigration officials rounded them up in knots along the roads, in wholesale lots on farms, loaded them into yellow buses and took them back to Mexico. Last year 230,000 were caught in California alone. Most of them hustled back, were often caught again at the same job in the same field on the same...
...businesses? When they talked business, she left the room, she said. At Siegel's Flamingo Club in Las Vegas, "lots of time, people didn't even know I was there. I was upstairs in my room. I didn't even go out. I was allergic to cactus." thing?" "You just asked didn't Halley. want to know any Said Virginia: "No, sir, I didn't want to know anything about anybody." With that, she shrugged her mink stole higher on her shoulders, ran a gauntlet of photographers, paused to shout, "You god dam bastards...
...Army discarded but recently resumed. This year they rehearsed an amphibious demonstration, "Operation Demon III," for the Army's Command & General Staff College. One of the 1st's companies ran off a cold-weather landing exercise in Alaska; a regiment put on an airlift assault on cactus-covered San Nicolas Island off the California coast. If & when the time comes for the U.S. units to break out of the beachhead in Korea, Craig's great store of amphibious know-how will come in handy for assault landings behind the North Korean lines...
...parasites, are not likely to become a nuisance as the English sparrow did and will not compete too much with native birds, they will be liberated in the most suitable places. If, ten years hence, a startled Arizona hunter flushes a 30-lb., long-necked bustard out of a cactus thicket, he will have Dr. Bump to thank...
Tanguy's half of the barn is as neat as an operating room. In it he does pictures of deserts strewn with bones, buttons, needles, nuggets, varicolored eggs and an occasional cactus-all impeccably painted. One such canvas hung in Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art last week. Its dramatic title, Mama, Papa Is Wounded!, bore no discernible relation to the objects represented...