Word: cactuses
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...Argentina's Alicia Penalba, 43, Best Foreign Sculptor. A former student of Ossip Zadkine in Paris, Sculptor Penalba turns out monumental bronze and stone abstractions that have a considerable range: a cluster of balanced chunks that remotely suggest a huge cactus, a set of rippling spires that seem to move upwards, a hollowed and pierced sculpture that might have been fashioned by the lash...
...little cactus-covered volcanic rock island of Ustica, off the northern coast of Sicily, was the scene last week of the 3rd International Underwater Convention, drawing 500 flipper-snapping, snorkel-bearing aquaphiles. The convention marked the emergence of a brand-new tourist resort, for until two years ago, Ustica existed almost entirely as a prison island; now Italian tourist agencies and promoters have dubbed it the "Underwater Capital of the World," are busy publicizing it as the new Capri...
...landowning families employ sharecroppers to raise cane, corn and cotton on relatively productive land, keep their workers bound by insuring that they are forever in debt to the plantation store. In the dry inland area, more than half of the 26 million people are regularly reduced to living on cactus flour; large numbers line the roads...
Rendezvous in Senlis (translated from the French of Jean Anouilh by Edward Owen Marsh), though early and playful Anouilh, has all his earmarks and tooth marks, his jarring flavors, his jolting banter, his cactus-spined nonsense. It is also as often wordy as witty, and wayward as skillful. In a very jaunty first act. a young man-to impress a young lady-rents a house and hires himself two parents and an old family retainer. Then it turns out that he already has a wife, whose wealth keeps his real parents and his mistress and her husband in luxurious idleness...
...longest-lived of all U.S. Vice Presidents (and older than any President lived to be), Uvalde, Texas' own John Nance ("Cactus Jack") Garner, turned 92 and didn't care who knew it. Gone were the cigars and bourbon and branch water ("striking a blow for liberty") that he gave up just before his 90th birthday. He is still quick to provide visitors with the wherewithal to strike their own blows, but his current personal quaff is just plain grapefruit juice...