Word: ranch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...President stayed at the luxurious ranch home of Paul Hoy Helms, a bakery president and personal friend, at Smoke Tree Ranch, a plush communal enclave of businessmen in Palm Springs. (The Secret Service picked Helms's home instead of the nearby one of Co-Host Paul Hoffman, because it is more secluded, and has a large, enclosed patio where Mamie and her mother could sunbathe in privacy.) On his first vacation day Ike was up early, worked an hour at his desk after break fast, then played 18 holes of golf at the Tamarisk Club with Hoffman, Helms...
...dusty plains, he turned southeast Texas into one of the most rigidly controlled political machines in the nation. He grew rich in oil and cattle, built a walled mansion with lushly landscaped grounds, a swimming pool and a private race track in San Diego, bought a 50,000-acre ranch beyond the barred gates of which only a chosen few could venture...
...they still call me a dictator?" President Anastasio ("Tacho") Somoza mused one day last week, as he chatted with a visitor on the plank porch of his Tamarindo ranch house. "Our jails are empty of political prisoners. Our press is as free as a bird. The newspapers attack me all the time. I let them. They can call me anything but an s.o.b." The President laughed: "I won't stand for that...
...moves among death, violence and pessimism as naturally as other poets celebrate love and ecstasy. In Hungerfield, the title poem addressed to his wife, Hawl Hungerfield's mother lies in a California ranch house dying of cancer. Big, powerful Hawl sits beside her waiting for Death to claim her so that he can grapple with him and beat him off, as Hawl did once in World War I when badly wounded. Death enters and Hungerfield does beat him off, but the reprieved woman, who has been begging for Death, is displeased. Vengefully she accuses Hawl's wife...
...boned, twelve and tenderhearted, Crescent Delahanty lives on a Southern California ranch, but spends her finest hours with King Arthur and Shelley. "The day dies, its burnished wrack burns in yon western sky," she tells herself as she watches a sunset. But Cress never writes this sort of thing in her notebooks ("The Poems of Crescent Delahanty, Volume III"); there she strives for something starker and more modern, e.g., "You do not have to wipe the noses of your dreams...