Word: flowers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wrote . . . Nowhere [did she name] that fine old Southern aristocrat who was the father of the Bulloch belle who married the first T.R. . . . The reason . . . might be that his name was Rufus Bulloch, sometimes spelled Bullock, one of the foulest rascals of a day when rascality was truly in flower; a thief, embezzler, grafter, a veritable Quisling, and ... a scalawag...
...Freshmen Flower Vendors...
...Time to Talk. Evening Moscow's "brigade" of reporters singled out the Express, on Flower Boulevard, for the brunt of their criticism. "The projection hall is in a very pitiful state," they wrote. "The walls are peeling and dirty, the chairs are broken. The customers have to sit in the dark before the show starts. Those who sit in the last rows get frozen, because the exit into the street is just behind them. The screen cannot be seen well from the last rows. When the customers complain, the manager explains: 'You cannot see if you are small...
Last month Dr. Guanche's million-dollar new Reclusorio Nacional de Mujeres was ready for occupants. The prisoners who were moved there found it a spacious, sunlit, flower-hedged cluster of white buildings 27 miles west of Havana. For each inmate there was an airy, pastel-tinted cell, with toilet and hot & cold running water. Dinner was eaten, tearoom fashion, at small, flower-decorated tables. Reclusorio has a nursery and playground for children of prisoners, and a basketball court. For trusties, there is even a beauty parlor...
Between spiritual and material progress the Times saw mutual support. It observed: "The finest flower that grows must strike its roots in material earth . . . The noble products of civilization spring from organized and intelligently directed industry. When men lived in caves and every head of a family had to kill his own bear or go without meat, there were no Doric temples, no Trajan columns, or Dewey arches, and no poets reciting their verses of a Summer evening...