Word: harvests
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...significant lift of an eyebrow and meaningful tug at a vest. Carstairs Gallery's Keller had outbid all others by offering a fabulous $616,000. It was the highest price ever paid at auction for any painting (previous auction high: $360,000 paid for Thomas Gainsborough's Harvest Wagon in Manhattan...
...Communist guns that ring Quemoy fell silent, the shell-pocked island exploded into industrious activity. Farmers worked round the clock getting in a belated harvest; housewives, blinking happily at the unfamiliar sun, pounded away at the backlog of laundry that had built up during Communist barrages. Off Liao-lo Beach an endless parade of vessels, ranging from huge, wallowing LSDs down to motorized junks, disgorged the sinews of war-food, oil, ammunition, spanking-new U.S. -made 155-mm. howitzers and replacement tanks...
Ralph McGill, the Editor of the Atlanta Constitution, described the incident as a "harvest of defiance of courts and the encouragement of citizens to defy the law on the part of many Southern politicians." He warned that "it is not possible to preach lawlessness and then restrict it. To be sure, no one said go bomb a Jewish Temple or a school. But let it be understood that when leadership in high places in any degree fails to support constituted authority, it opens the gates to all those who wish to take the law into their hands...
...stop he was well briefed on local grievances, had a special potion for local ailments. In Indianapolis he reminded internecine Indiana conservatives of their common enemy: "The radical A.D.A., which dominates the Democratic National Committee." In Los Angeles he pitched a more moderate appeal to California's golden harvest of independent votes: "Forget for the moment whether you are Republicans or Democrats...
...harvest season is at hand, but there are no farmers in the fields. Two hours before we arrived, a hunk of shrapnel had blown the head off 40-year-old Li Wen-pi as he tried to lead his horse to safety. Even in the late afternoon, when no shells were falling, Kuning-tou's deep, dank underground shelter was crowded. The Communists are calculating their artillery fire to harass Quemoy's nerves-there is always fire at mealtimes and just after bedtime. Any crossroads is an unhealthy place to pause...