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...carpet 50 yards ahead of us stood Mao's funeral bier, a glass-topped coffin planted in a bed of bright green grasses, layered with formal yellow chrysanthemums and red hibiscuses in full bloom. Dominating that end of the hall, above rows of pine and cypress, was a giant portrait of the Chairman. A white-lettered streamer read, "We mourn with deepest grief the great leader and teacher, Chairman Mao Tse-tung...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The World: Last Respects for Chairman Mao | 9/27/1976 | See Source »

...streams and a proliferation of man-made lakes, upcountry and coastal folk alike have as much access to water sports-fishing, boating, diving, skiing-as fabled Californians (about one-third of all the nation's outboard motors are owned by Southerners). Forest-product firms that have made loblolly pine a prime component of pulp and paper have also greened the South with new woodlands astir with game...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Section: The Good Life | 9/27/1976 | See Source »

...getting hair in your mouth." If things are going well, "life's just a slide on a doughnut." There is also the Southern man who lies so much that he needs someone else to call his dog. Similes fall like raindrops: slow as a pond, high as a pine, sorry as gully dirt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Section: Just a Tad Different | 9/27/1976 | See Source »

...pine coffin was imported from Cincinnati ...The iron in the shovel that dug his grave was imported from Pittsburgh ... They buried him in a New York coat and a Boston pair of shoes and a pair of breeches from Chicago and a shirt from Cincinnati. The South didn 't furnish a thing on earth for that funeral but the corpse and the hole in the ground...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE BOOM: Surging to Prosperity | 9/27/1976 | See Source »

...wall of water hurtled down the canyon, a wailing and moaning wind preceded it along the Big Thompson. When the water began to rise, Helen Hill, who is in her mid-fifties, scrambled to a perch five limbs up on a ponderosa pine and later that night watched the flood in a series of flickering still lifes illuminated by lightning. "I saw poor Mrs. Greeley-84, she is-go down the river. And I could hear the cabins around us go. They sounded like the lid of a wooden apple box being pried...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DISASTERS: Now, There's Nothing There | 8/16/1976 | See Source »

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