Word: coasts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After reading your June 4 Publisher's Letter and understanding the good will and importance of William Honneus' color slides because of their accuracy, it grieves me greatly to have the vast number of your readers getting such an impression of the Maine coast as seen by William Kienbusch. I hope your paintings won't change the mind of the tourist who has been planning a Maine trip...
Bushes to Bigger. By this spring, after a couple of smart trades, the Pirates were no longer a band of courteous sea scouts. Bobby Bragan had been a flamboyant manager-clown back in the Pacific Coast League, once sent out a bat boy to coach third base. But up with the Pirates, Busher Bragan went big league, soon had his kids scrapping like old pros. When Slugger Dale Long hurt his leg trying to take an extra base, Bragan was delighted. "You know how he pulled that muscle?" he demanded happily. "He got it sliding hard into third, that...
This week a dozen airplanes will start spraying 190,000 acres of the gold coast with malathion, a chemical that kills insects but is not deadly to humans, birds or animals. Jeeps with blowers will fog infested trees. The ground on infested property will be treated to kill the larvae as they enter the soil to pupate. Mop-up squads will catch straggling flies in traps baited with yeast...
...activities gotten under way when several of the orange machines--"shuttle buses" according to the Reunion Guide--began to rumble, signalling a departure for the nearby North Shore beaches, or, for the more passive members of '31, the Manchester Yacht Club, where boat trips explored the "scenic coast" of the North Shore...
Dark-eyed Phil and blonde Vinca have been seaside pals on the Brittany coast through all their childhood summers. This summer some nameless tension clouds their carefree camaraderie. On their shrimping and crab-hunting forays, Phil turns broody, Vinca coquettishly skittish. Both erupt in inane little squabbles, shy away from the budding hints of their physical and psychological otherness. By the time they are ready to let the troubling word "love" cross their lips, they decide with childlike gravity that love is for grownups and that they are star-crossed by their years...