Word: cottone
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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REMEMBER WHEN you were young and you went to the circus? And you saw every side show? Twice. And you played every game and watched the clowns do the same thing over and over again--but you laughed each time anyway. And you ate Cracker Jack. And cotton candy. And then you got sick. Well, those days are back again--and they're as close as Radcliffe Yard and the Grant-in-Aid production...
...eight year loan of $88 million from a consortium of U.S. banks which would, in the words of one American banker, "give the country a breather." The Nicaraguan government has promised banks that it would catch up on its current interest payments by March 31, from sales of coffee, cotton, meat, and sugar in the early part of the year that provides the majority of the country's revenue. Meanwhile, there has been talk of possible Sandanista intervention to prevent a good harvest which would help to restabalize the economy...
Cradled between the Sierra Nevada on the east and the Diablo Range on the west, California's San Joaquin Valley is a farmer's paradise spread across an earthly 8.5 million acres. Its fertile soil yields tomatoes, sugar beets, grapes, hay, cotton and, usually, heavenly revenues (1977 total: $4.76 billion). Yet most of the valley gets less than 10 in. of rainfall a year; farmers import nearly 60% of their water. Now the water that has helped create the paradise is threatening to ruin...
...Misbehavin' attempts to recreate the atmosphere of a jumping night-spot--perhaps the Cotton Club--in the Harlem of the 1930s. The performers belt out the songs, pushing each other out of the spotlight or fighting over dance partners in mock rivalry. If the mood strikes, they'll spring to their feet to tap out a furious rhythm or languidly drapes themselves across the piano--or the piano-player--onstage. He frequently joins in; sometimes the audience is invited to join...
...Misbehavin' attempts to recreate the atmosphere of a jumping nightspot, like the Cotton Club, in the Harlem of the 1930s. The performers belt out the songs, pushing each other out of the spotlight in mock rivalry. If the mood suits them, they'll spring to their feet to tap out a furious rhythm, or languidly drape themselves across the piano-player on the stage, who frequently joins in the refrain. On more than one number, they exhort the audience to join...