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Johnson State Park along the Pedernales in Texas boasts an impressive heed of 40 white-tailed deer, plus quite a few rabbits, ground squirrels and other rodents. But it has been woefully short in the buffalo department, with only one bull and four cows. That situation has just been corrected by Budweiser Beer Baron August Busch, a longtime friend of L.B.J., who sent the ex-President four of the shaggy ungulates-two bulls and two cows-from his private preserve at Grant's Farm outside St. Louis. Busch will hardly miss the beasts; he still has 37 of them...
...most sports-conscious people, yet for years they have not had a President who shared that enthusiasm. President Eisenhower's interest was largely con fined to golf and John Kennedy's to swimming and sailing. In the Johnson years, the principal sport was hunting ranch deer from a Lincoln Continental...
...quite clear that Yale was the team which went after it. As has been the case all year, Harvard was terribly inconsistent. One period the Crimson hustles with great determination, and then the next quarter, the team is about as aggressive as Bambi during menopause, if deer are indeed subject to such slowdowns. That was the pattern in almost every game. Harvard was routing Penn before the Quakers rallied for several late goals and then crushed the Crimson, 4-0, in overtime to take the win. Harvard led Dartmouth, 3-2, at the half, but then the Ivy cellar-dweller...
Jacob's ladders of sunshine, a parade of deer, fox, owl and bear, and a vigorous outdoor atmosphere that practically chills the viewer's nostrils, all give the film an air of actuality. Parents know better. Sam spends five months without a bowl of cereal or a pair of rubbers, yet never catches a cold, never asks for a glass of water at night and never needs a Band-Aid. My Side of the Mountain may be as delightful as Walden but it is plainly as fantastic as Snow White...
...pounding, throbbing cacophony of percussion and the shrill tooting of a wooden flute, dancers in extravagant costumes celebrate legendary rituals, their stiff-legged gyrations seeming, like some ancient idol, only half alive. Dancer Jorge Tyller, a Yaqui Indian, reenacts with awesome control the death throes of a shot deer, his tortured posturings bringing to mind some kind of primitive sacrifice as seen by the victim...