Word: cypress
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...that is not all. The pines of Summerville, crape jasmine and myrtle, wisteria and roses, boxwood, live oaks and Spanish moss, palmetto, banana, poinsettias and oleander-only parts of Florida, not California, can compare. Even the low black swamps have a rare appeal. Cypress with spreading trunks and entangling roots...
...Mississippi Valley Committee he and his eight colleagues had the inspiration of a President to whom vast schemes of national betterment are political meat & drink. Exalting, too, was their vast field of operations-sweeping from the Appalachians to the Rocky Mountains, from the pine forests of Minnesota to the cypress swamps of Louisiana, containing more than one-third the total area...
...Mexican Indian was Manuel Ponce who contributed Chapultepec, a suave Frenchy picture of the cypress woods which surround the castle in Mexico City where the ill-fated Maximilian once lived. The cowboy was Harl McDonald, now a teacher at the University of Pennsylvania, who meant his Santa Fé Trail to describe the trek of New England pioneers across the blistering desert. The McDonald pioneers were not a hardy lot and their mood, more often than not, was touched with the Russian melancholy of Tchaikovsky...
...pile of acid-eaten animal bones. The Schmidt sisters were questioned for hours. Finally Catherine Schmidt confessed. Louis Chambon, the unfrocked priest, had threatened to peach on Georges Sarret. Chambon was lured with his mistress to the house, and while Catherine Schmidt kept a motorcycle engine roaring in the cypress shaded courtyard to drown all noise, Georges Sarret shot priest & mistress from behind a screen. They drove into Marseilles where Murderer Sarret purchased a bathtub, then sent the terrified Schmidt sisters back to wander for three nights about the house with its two reeking corpses. On the fourth day Georges...
...landed at Daytona Beach, Fla. It was five hours late, and fuel in the right wing tank was running low. When it took off again Private Ernest Bair Sell was in the middle cockpit, pumping fuel by hand. At 500 ft. both engines quit. The plane plumped into a cypress swamp. Private Sell's head was mortally smashed...