Word: coons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sept. 23 The VIP (NBC, 10:30-11 p.m.).* Mr. K. visits the Garst farm at Coon Rapids, Iowa. TV cameras will be sighting in from every angle, hopeful of shooting some well-cured country ham. They will be keeping the vigil all week, at all hours, on all networks...
...said politely, "Come and see me if you're ever in America," found themselves with protocol-sized problems-Harriman with a reception in his Manhattan apartment, Mrs. R. with a tour of the F.D.R. home at Hyde Park. Khrush's favorite U.S. farmer, Roswell Garst of Coon Rapids, Iowa, placated photographers by trying on a coat given him by Khrushchev in Moscow last March, finally decided to turn his planned small country luncheon for the Khrushchev party over to a Des Moines caterer. Most overtaxed solo performer of all: U.N. Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge Jr., assigned...
...Stop at Coon Rapids. Khrushchev seemed ready to reciprocate. At a rare, Western-style press conference at the Kremlin, he said that he was going to the U.S. as a "man of peace ... I am prepared to turn my pockets out to show I am harmless." He would, he said, refuse any invitations to visit U.S. military installations. He was not going to the U.S. to find out how strong the U.S. is-"One would be stupid not to know that the U.S. is strong and rich...
Khrushchev's tentative itinerary includes New York and Chicago, stops in Iowa, Texas and California-where Vice President Nixon will greet the Russians in his native state. Khrushchev announced that he would probably accept an invitation from Farmer-Businessman Roswell Garst to visit his corn farm at Coon Rapids, Iowa. Explained Garst, who met Khrushchev on a trip to the U.S.S.R.: "He's primarily interested in raising corn so that Russia can raise more livestock. And we know how to raise corn...
...whites and seven Negro newcomers. Overly cautious, foresighted school officials delayed too long the day's most obvious move: unlocking the front doors. Hundreds of white pupils milled restlessly outside when the Negroes arrived, smiled hopefully, walked forward. Plainclothes police moved closer. Reporters, TV cameramen clustered noisily. "Hey, coon," hissed a leather-jacketed teenager, and reporters' pencils scribbled. But Virginia's Governor had not made riots respectable. Negro and white pupils solemnly waited for the doors to open, entered in orderly fashion to register for the new term. By week's end white youngsters were cautiously...