Word: golden
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...scampered up a ladder to stare into a car. He climbed up on the tailgate of Melvin Soundreal's truck. He ran his hands through Soundreal's golden wheat but refused to stand in it for photographers, saying with authority: "That's bad farm practice." Experts agreed that Butch was no authority, but no one minded that. He watched a parade of trucks poop-poop through Climax loaded with 20,000 bushels of wheat. He made a speech, waving a few pieces of macaroni: "This is a day's ration in many places...
Said the slightly dazed Hicks: "When I took the core from the drill, I could see we had struck something pretty good, but I had no idea it was so fabulously rich." Hicks drilled his golden hole on a farm called "My Annie," owned by 28-year-old Gerhardus Johannes Rheeder, who- like most Boer farmers-had long ago sold his mineral rights for a fraction of today's inflated values...
...greatest jazzman of them all, Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong, was back on Broadway. The word spread, the devotees gathered. But jazz purists who went prospecting for his golden trumpet notes had to pan out a lot of wet gravel...
...mass production should get under way shortly after. Young Henry kept details of the car to himself. But motormakers guessed it might be a 1947 counterpart of the famed old "Tin Lizzie." In fertile Detroit, which last week was preparing to celebrate the automobile industry's golden jubilee (see cut), General Motors too was gestating, planned to bring forth a low-priced Chevrolet. The newly formed Chevrolet Light Car Division asked the Civilian Production Administration for authority to erect two factories near Cleveland to build its new product. It hoped to be in production by the middle...
...Laura saw the engineer ... go out and pick some specially fine goldenrod. . . . Sometimes like a fuzzy caterpillar looking in the cotton was a winding line of thick green willows and cypresses, and when the train crossed this green, running on a loud iron bridge, down its center like a golden mark on the caterpillar's back would be a bayou...