Word: cottons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bill gave the President the soil bank program (backed by an authorization of $1.2 billion) that he had asked for as a cure for surpluses. But the conference committee had coupled with it an utterly contradictory, surplus-producing, one-year restoration of mandatory supports for five basic commodities (cotton, wheat, corn, rice and peanuts) at 90% of parity...
...Dual parity, an arrangement that would set up two methods of calculating parity prices on wheat, corn, cotton, rice and peanuts and give farmers the higher of the two. (Said Benson: "This would make a joke of parity. Parity . . . would become a statistical stairway to the promised land...
...tootling orchestration and Tennessee Ernie Ford's richly lugubrious style. To the jukebox generation the words were all but meaningless. Yet, as late as the 1920s, the ballad's bitter plaint was a real-life refrain to millions of U.S. workers from Georgia's green-roofed cotton villages to Oregon's bleak lumber settlements. Those workers had lived, like Composer Merle Travis' coalminer father, in company towns-drab, depressed communities where the worker traded at a company store,* rented a company house, was watched by company cops. Today company towns are still flourishing...
...quiet lyricism of Talk to Me Like the Rain is shattered by 27 Wagons Full of Cotton, for dramatic interest the best play of the three. Jo Linch, as the battered wife of an unscrupulous cotton-ginner, gives by far her best performance in this community, displaying a remarkable gift for change of pace. Occasionally vivacious, Miss Linch reserves her moments of stupidity for the times when she is confronted by a stronger will. Only during a few seconds--while skipping blithely around the stage--does her characterization crack. Andre Gregory, as her seducer, is less successful, partially because...
...disheartening casualties and raking German artillery fire. The two men even first-name each other in rankless camaraderie. Yet something about Harris always rankles in the back of Loggins' mind, something growing out of their backgrounds. Harris has an easy, aristocratic assurance bred on a large Southern cotton plantation; Loggins has the inbred insecurity of a boy reared in an orphanage and the tough-guy shell of an officer commissioned in the field...