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...other craftsmen made cast-iron molds, and in these the copper weather vanes were hammered out. Gushing & Sons shipped them to all parts of New England to become the crowning touches on new barns, village churches and town halls. For barns, the vanes were shaped like horses, cows and oxen; for churches, there were finny pickerel and proud, plumed cocks; and for public buildings, spread-winged eagles, mythical Columbias and grasshoppers (similar to the glassy-eyed insect atop Faneuil Hall, which has been showing Bostonians which way the wind blows since...
...fervently admires talent in others. But fellow toilers who do not share his perfectionism and his passion for work fill him with injured bewilderment and anger; he reacts to any threat against complete artistic control of his work with the ferocity of a Boer trekker defending his oxen against the howling black...
...score of nations, bringing in fresh men and equipment, taking out the wounded and sick and wrecked or worn-out equipment. Pusan's days & nights are noisy with the clatter of U.S. military traffic, ancient taxis, rachitic streetcars (some from Atlanta), and the snorting and lowing of oxen. In dry weather dust all but obscures the city's one traffic light, which is attended by a listless Korean cop. In wet weather the streets are covered by an evil black slime. Sailors say that Pusan's stench can be detected ten miles...
During a visit to their old friend, Illinois' Governor Adlai Stevenson, British Diplomat Sir Gladwyn Jebb and his wife climbed into an ox-drawn cart for a tourists' tour of Lincoln Village in New Salem. The tour ended when the driver lost control of the oxen and the cart lumbered into a big tree, leaving the passengers shaken but undamaged. Said Sir Gladwyn: "I think we got out rather luckily considering that this has been our first try at midwest sightseeing...
...even when (and if) the eight musk oxen grow to maturity in Vermont, a few problems will remain to be settled. Nobody milks musk oxen, since the beast regards any man, with or without a bucket in his hand, as a mortal enemy. So far, milk has been obtained from them by the simple process of shooting the cow before milking -a practice probably too expensive in the long run for thrifty New England. Nobody clips them, either, but fortunately the animal sheds some of his hair in the spring, and anyone patient enough to follow him around and pick...