Word: mule
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...maintained a small-screen corporation to fall back on, just in case CinemaScope should prove to be a lumpy bed. It was headed by Leonard Goldstein (TIME. April 28. 1952), who made millions for Universal-International with low-budget pictures like Ma and Pa Kettle and Francis, the talking mule. Now that the wide-screen boom is, in fact, shaking down to competitive normalcy, Goldstein may be worth his weight in gold...
...came down from the mountains near Santiago to report that they had a "mummy" to sell. They had come upon it, they said, while rooting about in a rock-walled enclosure atop 17,712-ft. El Plomo, where one of them had found some silver objects years ago. The mule drivers offered the body to the Museum of Natural History, but demanded 80,000 pesos ($728) for their find. And all that the government gives the museum each year for purchase and preservation of specimens is 35,000 pesos...
...Pocket. But two young students of Professor Richard P. Schaedel, Yale-bred anthropologist at the University of Chile, hurried over and heard the mule drivers' story. Fired with enthusiasm, they offered everything in their pockets plus the rest of their month's salaries-45,000 pesos in all-for the body. The mule drivers agreed, and led the students up to the point, 9,800 ft. high, where they had reburied their find. The body, well preserved and wrapped in cloth, looked old indeed, and the students rushed it by pickup truck to Santiago. There the students took...
...started when Don Plácido, owner of the mule team that drags the bulls out of the ring after the kill, decided that he was not getting enough pay. Moreover, Don Plácido felt he deserved twice as many free tickets to pass out to his friends. Don Plácido made his demands last week, and Franklin gave him a firm...
After the first kill, the spectators waited for the caparisoned mule team to enter the ring. Instead, when the gate opened, in drove Franklin, a broad grin on his tanned face, at the wheel of his Chrysler station wagon. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Franklin roped the bull's horns and tied the rope to the rear bumper. Back at the wheel, he towed the bull around the arena amidst an uproar of catcalls, hoots and laughter. Then he drove out. Three times that afternoon, Franklin drove into the ring and hauled away the carcass...