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Last week 136 contestants showed up: men & women, black & white, day laborers, land-owning farmers from eleven States. Some came as free-lance pickers (paying their own $10 entry fee), but the majority represented civic-minded cotton communities. Each entrant was given two half-mile rows to pluck. A good cotton picker, pacing himself for a day's work in the field, averages from 18 to 35 lb. an hour. But last week's pickers were after something more than a day's pay. When the two-hour limit was up, one of the pickers had turned...
...picked that cotton for Planter Hughes the day before, young Mason would have been paid about 75?. Last week he got $1,000 and the title "first world's champion cotton picker." Descendant of a long line of farm folk, Schoolboy Mason intends to use his prize money for an agriculture course at the University of Missouri...
Last week a hardy old chestnut, still to be cracked, was picked over for the umpteenth time. Picker was Dr. Nolan Don Carpentier Lewis, head of the New York State Psychiatric Institute in Manhattan. "I'm not interested in normal people," said bluff Dr. Lewis to a group of normal laymen. All great works in the world, said he, are the doings of neurotics, and if a psychiatrist wants to do his bit for civi lization, he should remember that men of talent must stay neurotic...
John Kieran is short, wiry, grey, bristly and brilliant. Daily in his sport column he reports ball players speaking with the tongues of savants, quotes Latin, law, manages to be humorist, poet and picker of winners. John's radio foray revealed him further as a Shakespeare scholar, an expert on birds and nature, a walking record book on sports, the most dependable know-it-all of Information Pleased omniscient pack...
...room shack on the Meadowbrook Farm near Merced, Calif., Mrs. Ola Harwell, 26, was reading the Bible to her husband Woodrow, itinerant cotton picker, and her two small sons: "Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee," read Mrs. Harwell from the Book of Matthew, "cut them off, and cast them from thee. . . ." "Amen," said her family. She shut the Bible with a snap. "My right eye and my left hand have sinned," she said. She took a pair of scissors, went to the woodshed, stabbed at her right eyeball till she gouged it out. She took a heavy...