Word: hay
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...lush cover of coastal Bermuda grass planted. "Five years ago, there was nothing here, nothing at all," said Connally. "The land had been all but given up for hopeless. Now it will support up to ten times its former number of cattle, besides being good for cutting hay and for pulling up sprigs of grass to sell to other ranchers...
...some 830 amateurs who banquet by candlelight three times a year amid the modern sculpture, have already given six Henry Moores, bringing the museum's total to 35, and have widened the U.S. collection with works by Louise Nevelson, Jasper Johns and Ellsworth Kelly. Three years ago, John Hay Whitney, then the U.S. Ambassador, helped found a group of American Friends of the Tate to add U.S. artists to the gallery. And two Jackson Pollocks were bought with a $70,000 gift from H. J. Heinz II, chairman of the Pittsburgh food company...
...into bed. Adult homosexuality 18 a rough-go. Once initiated, a young person tends to remain homo-or bi-sexual, or returns to heterosexual activity long bearing the guilt and anxiety (however irrational) of his youthful experience. Neither consequence is happy; neither justifies Goodman's fling in the hay...
...months, Scranton, who rarely has appeared outside his own state, has political speeches scheduled in New York, Detroit, Kansas City, Indianapolis and New Haven. Already, Scranton had become the pundits' and editorialists' winter-book favorite (see THE PRESS). The New York Herald Tribune, owned by Millionaire John Hay ("Jock") Whitney, all but endorsed Scranton last week in a 1,000-word editorial that said: "Neither the most liberal nor the most conservative of Republicans, he appears to be a common-sense man, one who could mobilize the best in all branches of the party, one with whom both...
...this may have been type casting's finest hour, for 51-year-old Hugh Griffith is a laughing, brawling, roistering Welshman who lives on 13 acres in Warwickshire, where he and his wife raise dogs, hay, a cow and donkeys. For lunch he munches double brandies, and when he does a drunk scene-as in his new movie, The Bargee, in which he plays a lock tender on a canal-he warms up with bolt after bolt of black velvet (champagne and stout). "Did they think I could fake it with bloody tea?" he asks. Almost by obvious right...