Word: patches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Demand for Exposure. In LIFE, Governor John Connally gives his side of the story of the events leading up to Dallas. Contradicting William Manchester's contention that the President had reluctantly gone to Texas to patch up a local factional quarrel within the Democratic Party, Connally insists that Kennedy went to mend his own political fortunes. He wanted to show conservative Texas Democrats that he did not have horns. Connally, just emerging from a bruising election campaign, was in no mood for a presidential visit...
Professional Hazards. No one had worked harder or gone farther than Richard Gordon Hatcher himself. Born in a Michigan City waterfront jungle called "The Patch," he was the twelfth of 13 children. His father, a factory worker, was usually laid off half the year. "We had," understates Hatcher, "a very difficult time of it." Instead of surrendering to slum life, Hatcher went to Indiana University by dint of a church stipend, a small track scholarship and his willingness to wait on tables. After earning his bachelor's degree, he went to Indiana's Valparaiso University Law School, where...
...Smith are not thinking of leaving the state. "It may be scratchy, but this is my briar patch," Ben Smith says. "Next time we'll hit them all the harder...
Fences may make bad neighbors, but rivers can drive them wild. When the flooding Rio Grande between El Paso and Ciudad Juárez switched course in 1864, it hefted the U.S.-Mexican border south and thereby shifted to the U.S. an arid, chop-shaped patch of land known as El Chamizal (The Thicket). The transfer exacerbated American-Mexican relations for a century...
...feet. "I fix de brandy fo' you, massah." But again Cobb motioned him back with a brisk wave of his hand.... Something about the man offended me, filled me with the sharpest displeasure, and it wasn't until he limped unsteadily past us through the crackling brown patch of weeds toward the cider press, saying not another word, that I realized it wasn't the man himself who annoyed me so much as it was Hark's manner in his presence--the unspeakable bootlicking Sambo, all giggles and smirks and oily, sniveling servility...