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Died. Robert J. Kleberg Jr., 78, baronial Texan cattleman; of stomach cancer; in Houston. As president of the family-owned King Ranch Inc., Kleberg managed 12 million acres of land on four continents, an area larger than Belgium. Over four decades, he used the rich oil and gas revenues of King Ranch's Texas spread (roughly the size of Rhode Island) to subsidize his first love, ranching, and his hobby, racing horses (among them Assault, 1946 Triple Crown winner). When drought threatened the King herds in 1917, Kleberg painstakingly began breeding Indian Brahman bulls with Texas shorthorns to produce...
Ohlen Cox couldn't go to the burial. He watched it on TV because he was sitting with an ailing friend. Lyndon would have understood that, of course. He understood a lot of things. There was the time he had come home from Washington as Congressman Richard Kleberg's secretary. Lyndon came to Cox's garage and the two had a couple of drinks, and Lyndon said, "I'm learning a lot up there in Washington. I'm going to be up there myself some day." Ohlen Cox never doubted him. He knew Lyndon...
UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN Robert J. Kleberg Jr., SC.D., president of Texas' King Ranch. Expert in domestic plant and animal genetics, earnest in the preservation of wildlife...
...explain, her first son came from no common clay. Her matriarchal scrapbook saga of Lyndon's life, from birth (weight: 10 Ibs.) in "the rambling old farmhouse of the young Sam Johnsons" on the Pedernales until 1931, when he went to Washington as secretary to Congressman Richard M. Kleberg, was presented to her son four years before her death in 1958. Last week, New York's McGraw-Hill published Rebekah's testament in book form...
...became secretary to Congressman Richard Kleberg, then co-owner of the King Ranch, and at 26 he was Texas Director of F.D.R.'s Na tional Youth Administration. Even then, he drove his people hard. "We're gonna get this job done," he exhorted his NYA staff on one occasion, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "I carry aspirin in this pocket [rattle] and Ex-Lax in this pocket [rattle], and we're gonna get the job done...