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Last week, stopping off in Manhattan on her way to the relics of the Europe she loves, she carried her latest book (Testimonios III). In it she described herself as "a South American potted cactus." She has been trying to throw the pot away since she founded (in 1931) the literary magazine Sur (South) in the forefront of a national movement in Argentine letters. Later she started her own publishing house, Ediciones Sur, to publish books she likes...
...volumes of poetry to make the list. Mary Green's cookbook, Better Meals for Less Money, designed for shortage-harried housewives, brought Author Green considerably more money. But by the end of 1918 the U.S. public had tired of both war and "hooverizing" and was hungrily gulping the cactus and sage-scented paragraphs of Zane Grey's The U.P. Trail...
...Friend. Mulling over other possible appointments, Harry Truman caused a flurry of speculation by writing a friendly letter to his old Senate crony John Nance Garner, at his Uvalde, Tex. farm. He invited "Cactus Jack" to drop in any time. Washington promptly hummed that Jack Garner might get a Cabinet job. But no such offer was made. Old Cactus Jack, 76, is so busy watering his pecan trees, feeding chickens, "striking a blow for liberty" (with bourbon and a little "branch water" from the tap), and resting, that not even an offer of the Secretary of Stateship could lure...
...some Renaissance painters never tired of painting the same Madonna again & again, Velasco concentrated a lifetime of work on one stretch of landscape: the Valley of Mexico. He always saw something new in its pines and pepper trees, the pure, cold light, the ancient volcanoes, the cactus maguey and prickly pears, the insubstantial clouds and the hard rock. Velasco's love for the valley was not merely esthetic: it was founded on his knowledge of botany, geology, religion. He always read a Psalm before he tackled any major work; it added a touch of mysticism to his solid realism...
Radio cars patrolling the roads and armed men searching freight trains by week's end had found nothing of the other 19 escaped prisoners. Unless they had help from the outside, the vanished prisoners (twelve of them Nazi officers) faced nearly 200 miles of trudging across barren cactus-studded desert to reach the Mexican border. Veteran Arizona sheriff's deputies and U.S. border patrolmen settled down to patient, poker-faced waiting...