Word: nevadas
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...scene, for anybody who has indulged in Nevada's favorite public pastime, was familiar. The room was quiet except for the snap of cards, the clack of poker chips and murmuring of the players. At nine tables, the gamblers played stud, low ball, twenty-one or panguingui. The cards were dealt, the winners raked in the pots. Then, at 3:20 p.m., a bugle blew, and all the players got up and went back to their cells. Gambling at Nevada's State Prison in Carson City was closed...
...scene of Brown's effort was the Western Governors' Conference at Idaho's handsome Sun Valley Lodge. Briefed by political scouts back from neighboring statehouses, Brown hustled into Sun Valley, went to work on the other arriving Democratic Governors: Washington's Albert Rosellini, Nevada's Grant Sawyer, New Mexico's John Burroughs and Colorado's Stephen L. R. McNichols. They should, Brown urged, all "zero in" on a regional favorite for President; it was well understood that he had in mind zeroing in on none other than California's Pat Brown...
...lived in Burbank and rode a bicycle between his room and Caltech-about twelve miles. He said: 'Your guess is as good as mine as to the source of these bills.' " Arnold, who is now a member of the Board of Regents of the University of Nevada, still will not or cannot say where he got J.P.L.'s founding money...
...Balcony is the second of a set of three novels by 34-year-old Author Stacton, an American who was born in Nevada and now travels widely. His first novel, Remember Me, about the mad Ludwig II of Bavaria, was published in England, where it won critical acclaim. Most readers of the current novel will eagerly await the third, to be published in the U.S. later this month. Entitled Segaki, it concerns a 14th century Japanese monk and his search for wisdom...
Burns over Bone. Behind the wheels in crash helmets were the drivers, a peculiar breed willing to pay the price for loving danger. There was Bill Stead, 34, a Nevada rancher with a cowpoke's windburned face, whose legs and arms bear unhealed burns as souvenirs of a wild ride last March when his Maverick blew up at 175 m.p.h. on Lake Mead. Stead had coolly stuck to the boat: "Burns hurt a little more, but I'd rather have them than broken bones, and I've had both...