Word: lording
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...used to dodging bullets in covering the news; their boss has kept up a running battle with the British and their galling censorship. The Post is read eagerly by Jews, covertly by Arabs, and somewhat grudgingly by 4,000 British troops who otherwise would miss such features (bought from Lord Beaverbrook) as the Low cartoons, the whimsies of Nat Gubbins...
This week Cattleman Robert Justus Kleberg Jr. (pronounced Clayberg) was riding a range as fabled as Pecos Bill's. The liege lord of all the King ranches and all the King ranchers was winding up the great fall roundup on his many pastures. With his hard-riding vaqueros, amid the dust and acrid smell of burning flesh, Bob Kleberg threaded his horse in & out of the milling hundreds of cherry-red cows and their calves. Lean-faced, gimlet-eyed, with the brim of his Stetson hat upswept in King Ranch fashion, Bob Kleberg told his vaqueros with swift gestures...
...room main house is usually filled with guests (samples: Lord & Lady Halifax, Standard Oil's Eugene Holman, Nelson Rockefeller, Mrs. Will Rogers) or with business visitors. A steady stream of agronomists, geneticists, and breeders from all over the world come to see at first hand (and are fed and boarded with traditional Texan hospitality) the work of Master Cattleman and Breeder Kleberg...
...make money on cattle, Bob Kleberg runs his feudal domain with the hard fist of a feudal lord. But he has hundreds of miles of fence to mend and mind-and everything within those fences. To outsiders, the feudal fist sometimes seems too hard. There were unpleasant rumbles against the ranch in 1936 when two poachers supposedly disappeared within it. (The Klebergs think that if they really did disappear on their ranch, they might well have got lost and starved to death.) Now, as a good-will gesture, 40 hunters a week are permitted on the ranch during hunting seasons...
...books to their libraries, but good fiction, poetry and criticism were even rarer than in arid 1946. There was no U.S. novel as good as last year's Pulitzer Prizewinning All the King's Men, no new poet as gifted as Robert Lowell, whose Lord Weary's Castle had also won a Pulitzer Prize. Many publishers said frankly that they couldn't take chances with untried talent: their production costs were 75% higher than in 1941, and they needed surefire books. Quality, which is not always surefire, was not much in evidence...