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...farm full time. "If you want to start over, we'll start over," said his wife Manon. "If your heart's set on farming, you go right ahead." Every month he sent his Texas banker a $22 installment to pay off his Chevy loan. The cotton-gin owners liked him and staked him, and Roberts surged ahead. Today Cotton Rancher Roberts, with 7,000 acres, half owned, half leased, lives with his wife and two daughters in a $100,000 ranch home near McFarland, has a spread of comforts as wide as his cotton yield: a color...
...From the gin mills of Tijuana and the cotton gins of Mexicali, a green stain of prosperity is spreading south from the U.S. border through Mexico's newest state, Baja California Norte (the 29th, established in 1951). Along the northern half of the mountain-spined peninsula, water is flowing from new wells through new irrigation ditches, turning deserts where the Colorado enters the Gulf of California into fields of cotton, plots of tomatoes and the purple traceries, of grapevines. Mexican and U.S. farmers, industrialists and businessmen are laying out factories, hotels, lawns, streets and truck gardens with assembly-line...
...teacher-training colleges, five hospitals and 329 primary schools. Bishop Amissah's thesis at St. Peter's College in Rome was on a comparison between Catholic canon law and native customs on marriage; he is currently investigating the native custom of pouring libations on important occasions (English gin, schnapps or potent akpeteshie, illicitly distilled from palm juice). There has been considerable church controversy over this practice; church leaders boycotted a welcome ceremony to the Duchess of Kent during Ghana's recent Independence Day celebration because a libation was poured. "We educated people do not yet know what...
...longtime jazz buff, Rexroth got together with Saxophonist Bruce Lippincott and worked out a sketchy jazz accompaniment for his new poem, Thou Shalt Not Kill, a lengthy dirge for long-lost friends, mostly poets: "What happened to Robinson who used to stagger down Eighth Street, dizzy with solitary gin? ... Where is Leonard who thought he was a locomotive? . . . What became of Jim Oppenheim? . . . Where is Sol Funaroff? What happened to Potamkin? . . . One sat up all night talking to H. L. Mencken and drowned himself in the morning." Then the Rexroth verse turns to a super Bohemian and aman...
Lorenz remembers standing for six hours on a packed express train that runs between Belgrade and Athens. "We played gin rummy," he said. "One guy was the table--his right hand for the discard pile and his left for drawing...