Word: corn
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...livestock population is now so big that practically all of last year's bumper corn harvest, plus a carry-over of 394 million bushels, will have been drawn from the cribs by October, when the 1944 corn crop is harvested. It is estimated that by July, wheat stocks in the cavernous elevators will be down to a little more than a month's supply. In one year the record number of U.S. livestock will have eaten all the grain that the land produced, plus the huge surpluses from other years...
...nation is lucky and reaps a bountiful harvest-for the eighth successive season-the grain traders argue that there will not be enough grain for all needs. Livestock numbers, they say, must be reduced 20 to 30% if the U.S. is to have bread for its citizens, corn for its war industries* and wheat for industrial alcohol. When livestock numbers are reduced, the U.S. will tighten its belt...
Whatever the great U.S. ace race might be doing to fighter pilots' teamwork against the enemy, it was making news and new heroes. Out in front last week was a blond, crinkle-eyed, corn-fed youngster from Poplar, Wis. Over Hollandia, New Guinea, the Army Air Forces' stocky, 23-year-old Captain Richard Ira Bong had smashed Captain Eddie Rickenbacker's 26-year-old record* by knocking down his 26th and 27th Jap aircraft...
...Every Sunday (adapted from Rosemary Taylor's book, by Julius J. & Philip G. Epstein; produced by Edward Gross) is a tall tale of boardinghouse life in Tucson, Ariz. a generation ago. A lot of it is less boardinghouse than monkey house, less chicken on Sunday than ham and corn during the week. Staking everything on laughs, Playwrights Epstein leap the boarderline of probability, cram the house with all kinds of weirdies and whacks, from a whiskey-soared giantess who yodels to a nymphomaniac who tears after Indians...
...feet of a bird in flight, and disclosing the countryside. Technicolor comes fully into its own when the Belle and the planes of her formation climb steadily over the North Sea, striating the sky with vapor trails, and when (over Germany) the flak begins to pop its thick corn. Shots which are merely powerful in black-&-white become overpoweringly real and immediate in Technicolor. To the layman the actual bombing, for all its excitement, is just an uncommunicative, tremendous tower of smudge. And the trip home, through fierce air fighting, lacks the fine coherent tension which make the first...