Word: cornelis
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shovels and the ponderous cats crunch through their job, or like to hear the big blast in the deep hole. And those who like to follow the impressive accomplishments of men and machines-from tunnels to tough road jobs, to bridge building in Pakistan-may not mind the pure corn of the story line and the predictable antics of those two hefty part ners, Keenan Wynn and Decathlon Star Bob Mathias...
...means of reducing tension between the law and juvenile criminals in New York City, I suggest that President Eisenhower invite some of the gang leaders to tour the country. Let's show them the corn belt, Levittown, Pa., and Congress in session. Let's show them that this country is too strong and determined to tolerate lawlessness. After all, we do keep bothering Comrade Khrushchev with facts when his mind is already made...
Pigs & Digs. For Kukuruznik (corn man) Khrushchev, the big treat of the week was his trip to Iowa for an inspection of advanced farming practices, corn and beef production near Coon Rapids. His host: crag-faced, cranky Millionaire Roswell Garst, who has been to Russia twice to sell corn seed to the U.S.S.R. There amid the alien corn the Premier of the U.S.S.R., Garst, and the tenuous U.S.-Soviet relations nearly got trampled for good under a 300-man brigade of shouting, shoving newsmen (see PRESS...
...came in Coon Rapids, Iowa, where Millionaire Farmer Roswell Garst, who enjoys the glare of publicity, had invited the full herd of newsmen down to the farm. Apparently confident that he was dealing with orderly men, Farmer Garst issued eight pages of agricultural information to the press (sample: "When corn is down to 30% moisture, it has reached maximum dry weight") that was totally silent on the subject of reportorial conduct. The moment they set foot on Garst property, the newsmen turned it into a battleground...
...Back There!" Barred from following the official party into a cornfield reserved for Khrushchev's inspection, reporters and photographers went into an encircling movement through the tall corn, materialized suddenly under the noses of Garst and visitors. "Get back! Get back there!" bellowed Garst, surprised and angry. "Bring those horses in here; ride 'em down." he commanded a mounted troop of Greene County Pleasure Riders. "Get back there or I'll kick you out. even if your name is Harrison Salisbury." he threatened, and as good as his word, he planted a sturdy Garst brogan...