Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Head in a Bucket. Miyoshi's rehearsals began in the green hill town of Otaru, on the big northern Japanese island of Hokkaido, high above Otaru Bay. The last of nine children, all two years apart, she grew up in a jampacked household, the family circle swollen by two servants and seven extra boys, all apprentices from her father's thriving iron factory. No one paid much attention to her, Miyoshi remembers. She was too little. But she managed to steal into the neighborhood Kabuki theater, and had money enough for "ice" candy. Today, onstage, she sings...
...much water was mixed with the oil. Almost the only man who doubted the experts was Milton G. Turner, 63, a local farmer, trader and self-taught oil expert. He thought they were dead wrong. Last week he had the best evidence to prove it. A snaking strip of Green County land running 15 miles east to west and one or two miles wide was the hottest local oil play...
There are 500 producing wells-150 of them Turner's-producing 19,000 bbl. of oil a day. Green County oil leases, sold last spring for $1 a farm plus one-eighth of the oil, now are bringing $2,500 to $3,000 an acre, plus a quarter of the oil for the farmer...
What makes the Green County strike rare in U.S. oil history is that it is, says Turner, "a poor man's field." Oil is so close to the surface that ordinary water-well drilling equipment will reach it, and $6,000 covers all the costs of bringing in a well, compared to $100,000 and up in many U.S. fields...
...fled to the Patisserie Cafe Morceau. It was warm there too; though the sky was apple green, the pastries were aging but good. I loved to see Peter's strong teeth clamping down over them, demolishing them; I felt demolished too, and would order more. "Garcon," I would say to the diseased French girl who presided behind the marble-topped, crumb-lined counter, "por favor, una fumata fur meine fraulein." "Mynheer," she would always reply, smiling, and bring us another of Peter's favorite pear-filled, chocolate-covered fumates. You do not get such fumates everywhere. We would stay there...