Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mansion and out onto the marble terrace for breakfast. Already at the table were his wife Mary Jo (called "Tuti"), their twelve-year-old son Albert L., and their eight-year-old daughter Barbara Louise. Cardinals flitted through the gigantic water oaks and pecan trees on the mansion lawn, and a squad of six Negro trusty prisoners in white uniforms trimmed the grass while the Governor attacked a plate of muffins and bacon. Suddenly a furor arose in the yard. "They've found the horned toad," cried Tuti. "I hope they don't kill...
...Michigan farm boy who quit school in the sixth grade to become a piano-key fitter, bought a gas station on the installment plan, invested the profits in a Detroit pool hall, and then began buying up faltering businesses,* finally organizing a multimillion-dollar net of farm machine, lawn mower, and auto parts factories under the parent Mast-Foos Co., of which he was president until his death; of complications following surgery for lung cancer; in Detroit. On the theory that "happy employees do a better job," during his last 40 years in business Winslow deluged his delighted workers with...
Acheson recalls that after conferring all day Adenauer took him outside to play boccie, an Italian game played with large balls on a lawn. "He warned me he was going to beat me, although I proceeded to leave him a good deal behind. Then he started making all kinds of fancy shots. I told the Chancellor that he played crooked as hell, to which he answered, 'Here I make the rules!'...He cautioned me not to be frivolous...
...some suburbanites' horror, there are also many householders who simply no longer care about crab grass. It is green, after all, and it chokes out the less hardy weeds; moreover, it scarcely stands out in a well-mowed lawn. These people do not even mind that crab grass turns an unsightly brown with the first frost. At backyard cocktail parties, they move off in disdainful clusters to talk about Cuba or Kennedy's war on expense accounts while the antis exchange pointed views on calcium arsenate...
From such casual miffs can flow great neighborhood rifts. In Berkeley, Calif., John Klein, a labor unionist, got fed up with the host of ills that infested his soil, planted his whole lawn this year with hardy ivy. Last week his status-conscious neighbors decided that this was going too far, and slapped him with a lawsuit for violating a neighborhood compact whose fine print requires that lawns and gardens be kept "in a good and husbandlike manner." None of this would have happened if only somebody in The Bronx had been more alert in the first place...