Word: food
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Legs. At the height of that folly, smoke was belching from millions of tiny, homemade backyard steel furnaces stoked by peasants-a fantastic waste of manpower that eventually resulted in serious food shortages. When the do-it-yourself mania finally ran its course, China's economy had been set back by nearly a decade...
...underbelly in the Gulf of Guinea suddenly rouses. Along its single airport's runway can be seen a motley squadron of DC-6s, a C-46, a Super Constellation, and lately bigger but nonetheless obsolete C-97 stratofreighters, wheezing into readiness. Trucks dash up, hauling crates of food and medicines. Eventually, crews as varied as their airplanes - Swedes, Finns, Americans, a stolid Yorkshireman, a not so dour Scot - screech up in cars and climb aboard. One by one, at 20-minute intervals, the cargo planes lumber down the runway, turn northward toward the Nigerian coast. Late afternoon sunlight splashes...
...reach Uli, homing in on the airfield's radio beacon, they face worse harassment from a twin-engine Nigerian Ilyushin the pilots call "the Intruder." The Ilyushin hovers over blacked-out Uli every night for four hours, drops 500-lb. bombs from time to time, and forces the food planes to pull up and scatter. Its pilot breaks into their radio frequency in mocking, accented English. "This is genocide, baby," he taunts. "Come on down and get killed." Some do. Two mercy planes have crashed in the eleven months since the airlift got under way. The eight crewmen killed...
...ecclesiastical employers are out of earshot, they talk of bombing Lagos or heroically knocking down the Intruder by maneuvering a wingtip under his wingtip in the darkness and "flipping his ass to kingdom come." They joke grimly over the fact that their nightly flights mean only a trickle of food for Biafra's famished population. Then, as day begins to vanish over Sāo Tomé, dinner is served, the cargo trucks depart, the ancient aircraft cough into life, and the shuttle resumes...
...Unitarian poultryman and an Irish Catholic schoolmarm. Himself an M.S.U.-trained ('23) poultry breeder, he became president of the International Baby Chick Association, supervised egg production for the NRA during the Depression. At 32, spurning an offer of $18,000 a year from a Chicago food-packing firm, he returned to M.S.U. as his alma mater's $4,500-a-year business manager. He chose wisely. By 1941, he had married the president's daughter and succeeded his father-in-law in the front office...