Word: hemp
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...whisk broom was slapped onto another tapestry. Working on a third, Miró's eye lit upon an empty paint bucket; he rammed it into the composition then, as an afterthought, added a fake spill of paint made of canvas. He proposed scorching certain areas to darken the hemp, and soon the studio flared with gouts of kerosene fires, quickly lit then doused...
Aside from opium and its derivatives (heroin and morphine), no drug has had a worse press than hashish. The resinous extract from the flower heads of female Indian hemp plants (Cannabis saliva) is five to ten times as potent as bulky, unrefined marijuana. Crusaders returning from the Holy Land brought back the tale that the chief of a Moslem sect used hashish to give fanatical courage to his hirelings before they set out on murder missions. Thus, from a corruption of hashshashin, they added the word assassin to the language. What has since been learned about hashish suggests that while...
Stitch Job. The Scythians were not always preoccupied with war. Besides tippling, they apparently liked tripping. Ancient bronze vessels found in Scythian graves in the Altai mountains, near China and Mongolia, still contain remnants of the nomads' favorite hemp seeds. They were also highly successful herdsmen and farmers who traded their grain to indulge their taste for expensive jewelry, such as a magnificent gold pectoral ornament recovered from the new-found grave in the Ukraine. Crafted by Greek goldsmiths, who probably lived among the Scythians along the Black Sea, the chestpiece contains no fewer than 44 exquisitely carved animals...
...what seems now an oddly innocent time, the Federal Government encouraged the farmers of Cass County, Mich., to cultivate marijuana. It was known then as hemp, and thought to be useful mainly for the World War II production of rope. The farmers of Cass County and some other parts of the U.S. sowed the weed in home-front zeal...
...joined hands, cool, dry hands still. Then they've dropped hands, and begun in unison, in a grudging kind of harmony, a series of movements. Stretching up on the toes, wilting down to the floor, swaying from side to side, like weathervanes or stalks of wheat or pieces of hemp hanging from boughs over watering holes, all these pictures, of course, depending on what, at the moment, happens to rest in your mind...