Word: sheeps
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James Buckley comes by his minority party seat through inherited establishment tilting: his Catholic grandfather was once a sheep rancher in Baptist cattle-ranching country in Texas. The family fortune was eventually made in oil, and James Buckley has spent most of his business life with the family firm, the Catawba Corp., which provides expert help in oil and mineral exploration. A lawyer and vice president of the firm, he has traveled extensively on company business...
...been "caught short" in minis. Now WWD has the chutzpah to call their midi-clad favorites "fashion victims" because they "allow fashion to wear them rather than wearing the fashion that suits them." Is Women's Wear Daily laughing at its ability to turn women into trend-following sheep? You bet your...
Until three centuries ago, before the great clans were broken and the brutal clearance policies of the late 1700s forced Highlanders to emigrate and make way for sheep, every McPhee in the world lived on a tiny island 25 miles off the western coast of Scotland. Among them were the ancestors of John McPhee, an American writer who has been responsible for several fine books of reportage, including last year's tennis classic, Levels of the Game. All his life McPhee had heard about Colonsay. In the spring of 1967, taking his family along, he finally went there...
...this," says Bobbi Baker, "I'd like to see the 99 per cent of kids stand up and be counted against that one per cent violent types. Like the Silent Majority. Where are the flower people now? Throwing bricks. Why did it happen? Why did Hitler happen? People are sheep: they're lax." But Bobbi Baker has stood up and been counted, and she feels better...
...conservationists, Alaska's most precious resource is its natural grandeur. The place has twice as many caribou (600,000) as it has people, plus 160,000 moose, 40,000 Dall sheep and 36,000 reindeer. No one who has watched spring come to the Brooks Range is ever quite the same again. After three dark months of frozen silence, the sun reappears as a long, slanting shaft that illuminates only the highest peaks. Each day the light descends, until finally even the deepest valley is bathed in warmth. The ice breaks, roaring like cannon fire, and the ground explodes with...