Word: ranch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Nelson is descended from a long line of rodeo performers his maternal family having owned the "Lazy W" Ranch in the Blue Mountain country of northwestern Colorado; his own family operates the "Heart X" Ranch on the edge of the Salmon River Primitive Area in east-central Idaho. Mr. Pringle, the photographer, has followed the ponies for a good portion of his life...
...renewed to 1966. To fuel his fleet of more than 40 ships, which he sails with low-cost West Indian crews under the Liberian flag, Ludwig is building a 70,000-bbl.-a-day day refinery in Panama, also has a 1,000,000-acre Venezuelan ranch whose 10,000 head of cattle may soon supply his ships with meat...
Bugles by Night. Myers, a 34-year-old, $4,800-a-year refrigeration-equipment tester, moved into his pastel-pink, three-bedroom, $12,150 ranch house in August because his family had outgrown a two-bedroom cottage in a predominantly Negro community a mile away. But his coming to Levittown flowered fears, jeers and widespread rumors that he was the spearhead of a Negro invasion. For days surly crowds grumbled outside his house, finally threw stones through its picture window. Bristol Township police were reinforced by tough state troopers at the direction of Pennsylvania's Democratic Governor George...
...rubber-stamp ranch-house community of Levittown, Pa. (pop. 60,000), the vacant house at 30 Darkleaf Lane last week came alive with a distinction all its own. From one roof peak flew an American flag, and from another-spotlighted by night-the stars and bars of the Confederacy. Each evening the house of the Confederacy was crowded with the members of the newly formed Dogwood Hollow Social Club who worked hard at a hard-boiled bad-neighbor policy. With windows wide open they chattered loudly over coffee, volumed up a phonograph, harmonized on Old Black Joe, aiming all this...
...long chronicle of success seems nourished still by the selfish vitality of the black-bearded boatman. In the end even the friendly painter of this purple-tinted prose portrait almost admits that Richard King was, after all, a magnificent old s.o.b. "The ranch on the Santa Gertrudis could not have been wrested from the Wild Horse Desert by a courtly display of pleasant intention," says Author Tom Lea. "It was rough. It was no less honorable. It demanded a rough and honorable...