Word: cowed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Byrnes climbed into the President's plane, the Sacred Cow, and soared off. He would need luck. Once more the U.S. and Russia were meeting at the council table, and once again it would be a meeting between political enemies, not friends. U.S. weapons: its military potential, the atomic bomb, the moral force of its people...
...earns about twenty dollars a year, when his land yields anything. When it fails, as it does so often, he gets into the statistics as one of the two million famine victims. In his ignorance, he cannot see the need for scientific methods of agriculture, and continues to use cow dung for fuel instead of fertilizer. In his poverty he cannot afford to spend time in learning, nor rupees in buying anything to aid his production. He is born in a small bamboo shack, and after about thirty hungry years (if he is fortunate) he will die there...
Swiss farmers, far up in the isolated glens of Valais Canton, had deplored World War II because it suspended Valais' own brand of warfare. Each year until 1939, Valaisan farmers, notorious throughout phlegmatic Switzerland for their hot tempers, had driven 200 stocky, combative cows up to the high pastures just beneath Alpine peaks. There the select 200 plunged into wild battle. They proved their cunning by dodging heavier opponents and victors of previous years. They showed their sportsmanship by stepping back to wait if the opposing cow slipped on the wet grass. The victor, having pushed or frightened away...
...breakfast going. He slipped out of his cotton nightshirt and into shorts, faded blue work shirt, grease-stained overalls and high, heavy shoes. On the back porch he sloshed water on his face, groped for the roller towel. In the next 15 minutes he had milked the cow and got Jack up. Then he went to the small bunkhouse and woke his two harvest hands: 36-year-old Harold Robb and 18-year-old Fay Everett...
Bobby Jones scornfully called it a cow pasture the first time he played it; the second time, when his score was better, he called it the greatest course in the world. St. Andrews golf course, perhaps the world's toughest, curls like a giant fishhook along the east Scottish coast, its fairways pocked by traps deep as bomb craters. Roads and railroads run in & around it, and on the famed 17th hole the players have to drive over an enormous coal shed. Last week, in the British Open golf championship, the local boys, who knew the course, the wind...