Word: penned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...graduate of the University of Iowa, Jones traveled to the Mississippi backwoods in 1909 and set up a school for Negro children in a district where none had ever existed. A local Negro carpenter gave him a roof by donating some land and fixing up a ramshackle sheep pen on a corner of the property. Today the Piney Woods Country Life School is valued at $500,000, and gives a vocational education to some 500 students a year...
...address and was so struck by what she saw that she is still there: a California businessman who explained how a $9,000 bequest left to his family by a longtime Negro servant was turned over to Jones; the carpenter (now a Baton Rouge contractor) who turned the sheep pen into Jones's first schoolroom. At the program's end, Edwards explained that the school was crippled by its lack of an endowment and asked his viewers to mail $1 each to Educator Jones at Piney Woods, Miss. At week's end, nearly $150,000 had poured...
...night the temperature dropped to 15°, and six monkeys died. Sympathetic townspeople took most of the remaining monkeys as household pets. In February, a ravenous elephant ate the roof of his pen, and died of wood splinters in his stomach. The other two elephants died from eating the straw coverings of wine bottles, which was the only food the people could find in sufficient bulk for such huge appetites. Grutzius buried the elephants, and by selling their tusks for ivory got enough to buy food for man and beast for a few more weeks. But by winter...
...despite his troubles with Francoise.* Erotic, nostalgic, satiric, philosophic and clownish by turns, he shows bafflement, bitterness, faithlessness, a saving sense of humor and an even healthier sense of mystery. He can limn a breast or buttock, an evil grin or a sorrowful eye, with one stroke of his pen, but he never stands on skill alone, and even scorns perfection. A devoted artist, he keeps showing by purposeful slips and elisions that art is a matter of illusion. "What's my line?" he seems to ask. and never waits for an answer...
...letters it said, "Scared to sign? That's the McCarthy issue!" On the left of the table were mounted newspaper clippings, with appropriate lines marked in heavy red pencil. On the right was a pile of signed petitions, in the middle a fresh, blank petition and a ball point pen. And squarely behind the table sat the one in brown--ready to educate the public...