Word: huts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Hut-to-Hut Research. Barclays' film is one of the most successful feats in a new and challenging field of advertising especially geared to the African market. Before 1945 there was virtually no advertising by European or U.S. firms designed for Africans. Today, with African purchasing power blossoming, admen in London and New York are working hard to sell the Africans their wares. So far, the market is not very big (advertisers spend only $1,400,000 a year to reach Nigeria's 35 million people), but Africa's future is so promising that firms that want...
...small landowner in Kwangtung Province's fertile Chungshan County. Then the farm was requisitioned to add to the giant Ku Cheang commune. Parents and children were marched off to different work barracks. With five other men and boys, Kou was assigned to a one-room mud hut...
Accompanied by his chic French wife Christiana, Matta set up housekeeping in a native hut. A slight (barely 100 Ibs.) man with bristling black hair and piercing eyes, he had a strange way with the wild animals-antelopes, buffaloes, lions, elephants-that were his charges, walked fearlessly among the wildest and greatest beasts. He always refused to carry a weapon against them. "If I did," he said, "even not to use it, the charm wou'd vanish, for I would have the overwhelming conviction of having committed a betrayal of the animals' trust." He bathed with hippos, swam...
...heroic poem, a sort of cow-country Cid. Its pace is slow and noble. Its frames are often stark tableaux. Its characters are simplified and enlarged into figures for a legend. But the legend, like most synthetic folklore, fails to come alive. How could it when the sod hut looks like a page from HOUSE & HOME, when the back-country heroine has an elocution-school accent, when the cowpunching hero has clean, executive hands? Mankind needs new and vital legends, and Director Huston should not be blamed for trying to make one. Only for trying to fake...
Twenty years ago, handsome Tom Mboya was just another barefoot child in the untamed highlands of East Africa, where his people had only recently discovered the uses of the wheel. He was born to illiterate parents on the dried cow-dung floor of a grass-roofed hut on the sisal (hemp) estate of Sir William Northrup McMillan, who, a local yarn has it, won his 34,000 acres of Kenya highlands with a throw of the dice in Nairobi's Norfolk Hotel...