Word: rodes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Room for All. A full week ahead of the big day, the guajiros began arriving-the first few by plane, then big shipments by train. Navy ships, buses and private cars brought in the hordes. One column of 1,500 rode into town on horseback. FARMERS, THIS IS YOUR HOME, read the signs on public buildings...
...circus held him for only half a year; then his Wanderjahre began for fair. Naples, Tunis, Casablanca, Paris, Rotterdam, Hamburg-he hit them all, playing a guitar and singing the hillbilly songs he had learned from his U.S. Army buddies. Between 1951 and 1953 he rode a Finnish tanker from Odessa to Mexico to the Far East. Once, he remembers, his ship got to the U.S. where he won an amateur-night contest singing Spanish songs he had learned in Mexico. "I sang Mexican songs in the U.S. and hillbilly songs in Mexico," he explains. "No use pushing your luck...
...official citation for not fumbling in a tight spot. Piloting a Super Sabre jet last month in England, Blanchard suddenly found his aircraft on fire. He could have simply hit the silk-but his plane might have plunged into a heavily populated area. Doc Blanchard made his choice, rode his winged torch down to a happy landing. Said an Air Forceman: "One of the finest flying jobs I ever...
Storm center of this culture crisis was Poet-Painter William Morris. 28. who can make with both the words and the brushes. "If Jack Kerouac is the prose writer of the Beat Generation, I am its visual chronicler," boasts Morris. As a painter, Los Angeles-born Morris once rode a motor scooter from Barcelona ("I cleaned Miro's studio") to Denmark (where he painted canvases with his bare feet), has kept a partial record of 25 exhibitions and eight museums in which his work hangs. As a poet, Morris has the word from Ezra Pound ("In 50 years...
...fiesta in Pamplona the tensions boiled over. Pat and Duff were back together, but the lovesick Harold could not quite believe that the great affair had ended. He irritated Hemingway by finding the bullfights less than rapturous, indeed "shameful" (Loeb momentarily rode a young bull's head, broncobuster fashion, in the amateur frolic). On the last night of the festival, they stepped into an alley to slug it out. "I don't want to hit you," said Harold. "Me either," said Hemingway. The hairy-chested novelist saved his punch for The Sun Also Rises...