Word: oil
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...since 1950) state in the Union. In its infinite variety, in professionally sophisticated San Francisco and professionally unsophisticated Los Angeles, in the big cotton growers of the Imperial and San Joaquin valleys and the lettuce growers of the Salinas Valley, in Okies and Arkies come to suburban prosperity, in oil drillers and gold diggers and pensioners and professors, California provides a political spectrum that can cast its colors nationwide...
...chicken and eggs she went to one shop, for olive oil or wine to another. She could not buy pork where she bought veal. If she wanted sausages, she could not expect to find eggs at a nearby counter. After both industries became state monopolies, she had to go to the neighborhood tobacconist to buy salt. Each day she had to visit up to a dozen different shops to buy just enough food to last until the next day. Each day shopping for food alone took anything up to four hours...
...world's biggest gas well blew in, and it was enough to wow even the most blase of engineers-"This is one helluva big well . . . the biggest." That it was. Drilled by Shell Oil Co. of Canada, Ltd. and the British American Oil Co, Ltd., in the muskeg 150 miles northwest of Edmonton, Alta., it roared in with a fabulous open-flow potential of 1.5 billion cu. ft. per day. Its closest competitor is a 500 million-cu.-ft. well owned by Phillips Petroleum Co. in Pecos County, Texas, and the nearest thing Canada has seen is a dwarf...
Investor (real estate, oil) Bus Mosbacher is only 36, but he has matched tacks and tactics with Shields for a decade-mostly in the hard-sailing International class and dinghies-on the waters of Long Island Sound. A sailor since childhood, Mosbacher is famed for his starts and his skill with light...
...sounds and smells of speed blistered the white Bonneville salt flats of Utah. Engines revved up to blatting roars. Whiffs of alcohol and nitromethane mingled with the tang of high-octane gas. With anxious care, some 200 men in oil-blotched coveralls coaxed their handmade cars to bellowing perfection-long, low, lean monsters with as many as three engines crowded beneath their sleek hoods. In the tenth annual speed trials that ended last week, the world's hottest hot-rods were shooting for 300 m.p.h. on the world's fastest race course...