Word: corns
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bountiful nation. Under a harvest moon that filled the August sky, the wheat and corn and cotton were ripening, and the U.S. prepared to bring in the biggest crop ever. Detroit proudly unveiled its sporty 1960 automobile crop, and giant commercial jets were becoming so commonplace that the average man no longer turned his face up to look at them when they cast their falcon shadows over the land. Factories hummed, production figures zoomed, the economy rocketed upward toward the stratosphere...
From the patio of his five-bedroom, colonial-style house east of Urbana, Ohio, Farmer-Lawyer Vance Brand can look 2¶ miles over pasture and corn land to a white silo that marks the boundary of his 1,700-acre farm. But for the last few years he has had little time to enjoy the view, has been intent on a much broader horizon. As a director of the Export-Import Bank since 1954, Vance Brand, 52, has traveled more than a quarter of a million miles at the job of overseeing longterm, low-interest loans for the world...
...only ones who loved the place were the few real skiers who gloried in the 18 runs wiggling down the slopes of a snow bowl filled with a loft. base and topped by 8 ft. of powder or corn snow. First a few, then by the dozen, top skiers showed up: onetime U.S. Champion Ralph Miller set a world speed record by schussing Garganta run at 109.9 m.p.h...
...Iowa road a posse stopped Iowa's corn-fed Poet Paul Engle, warned him that two jailbirds, self-sprung from a nearby prison farm, might be lurking around Engle's summer home, a rambling old stone house near Cedar Rapids. Quipped Engle's car companion, daughter Mary, 18: "Oh, we'll probably find them at our house!" They did. The fugitives, a forger and an auto thief, had already held Engle's wife for nearly five hours, also had daughter Sara, 14, at kitchen-knifepoint. In the three hours that followed, the resourceful Engle family...
Raisin in the Sun. Bob Ussery learned to ride back home in Vian, Okla., a little farming town (green beans, cotton, corn) near the Arkansas border. His father was a clerk in the general store, had five children, a pump and an outhouse; his grandfather had a big black mare named Kate. When he was seven and weighed just 55 Ibs., Ussery was clattering across the Oklahoma flatland, perched like a raisin on the bare back of Kate, and celebrating a win over other mounted kids by riding straight into a water hole, Kate...