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...oldtimers on Prout's Neck still remember their famous neighbor. They tell of how he raised pink carnations behind his studio, and how, when it was hot, he wore a wet sponge on his head out of a morbid fear of sunstroke. He would slash away with his cane at clumps of elderberries, because he considered the elderberry "weak." His great passion was the sea, which he painted, not as something seen through a dream as did the more mystical Albert Ryder, but as man's restless, churning, ever-changing challenge...
...such farmer is wiry, half-naked Jagjit, sixtyish, whose 20 acres of Punjab sugar cane, wheat and pulses brought him a cash income of $485 last year. For weeks Jagjit worked night and day carrying buckets to save his half-acre patch of cane from the searing Indian sun; last week the violent onset of monsoon rains threatened to wash away his fields. Jagjit cannot afford to buy chemical fertilizer. He uses cow dung to manure his fields, but only during the monsoon, when the dung cannot be dried; the rest of the time he collects it in great mounds...
...traditionally bought the biggest chunk of its sugar from Cuba, about 3,000,000 tons of raw sugar a year. This is more than half of Cuba's total exports and about one-third of U.S. needs. The rest is supplied by domestic beet-and cane-sugar producers (53%) and by 15 other nations under annual quotas. To all of them...
Mackenzie has enraged opponents by disdaining to remove his sweat suit for important races. At the 1957 European championships. Mackenzie muffled himself to his ears, hobbled about on a cane, and shuddered violently whenever a breeze came by. Then he won in record time. He deliberately provokes false starts. Says he: "Waiting for the second start, you're calm and collected, while the opposition gets rather edgy. When we're off again, I usually pound away to the front while they make a mess...
...Orsino's lair; no wonder he says. "The appetite may sicken, and so die."); and, on the left, a two-story pavilion with Victorian gimcrackery and shades that are raised and lowered with annoying frequency (Olivia's summer resort, and last resort). In the center we have a candy-cane flagpole with pennon, and two bathhouses on wheels, with red and green stripes. Assorted persons cavort about in sailor suits or swim suits. No Illyria on earth was ever like this...