Word: sonora
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Nuggets & Dust. Finally Black Bart slipped up. Hurrying away from a stage robbery near Sonora in 1883, he dropped a handkerchief bearing the mark of a San Francisco laundry. That was all his pursuers needed to track him down. He turned out to be a 55-year-old man who lived in quiet "retirement" and often ate his lunch at a Kearney Street bakery. His name: Charley Bolton...
...devout Methodist layman and mine executive, Oxnam was born at Sonora, Calif. In his youth, Methodist churches had a monthly custom of calling for declarations at the altar rail after service. One Sunday he told the girl sitting beside him that he felt a call to the ministry but disliked such public displays. Said she: "If you really feel you should be a minister, you ought to have enough nerve to go down there." He went. Among those he met at the altar rail was Ruth Fisher, daughter of a wealthy oilman, pledging herself to the mission field. Soon after...
...jailed because of his politics, not his art. Along with about a thousand other schoolboys, Siqueiros made his way northward in 1913 to join General Obregón's revolutionary forces in Sonora. The children were organized into a grim "Mama's Brigade" and grew up during six years of bloody campaigning. Siqueiros was wounded, and promoted to the rank of captain. When the war was over, and his side victorious, he was sent to Paris as Mexican military attach...
...week ground on. He visited the Bellas Artes palace, presented lettered gold rings to graduates in mechanical and electrical engineering, set the hearts of half the contractors in Mexico City aflutter by declaring that he would disclose the names of successful bidders on the Obregón dam in Sonora this week. Then he left town for Cuernavaca...
...months both candidates had chugged up & down the broad boot of Mexico. From the choking desert of upper Sonora to the Mayan tombs of Yucatán, they had harangued enthusiastic, tamale-bolting, beer-guzzling crowds. Because Miguel Alemán was backed by the big Government machine, which had more beer, his crowds were largest. But the peons genuinely approved his promises of sensible, moderate continuation of the revolutionary ideal. And local businessmen, with whom he held long, earnest round-table conferences on regional affairs, believed in his determination to forge today's great Latin dream-industrialization...