Word: sunsets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...were whooping it up in a highway-side saloon, toasting Stanford's football victory over Cal, when a young old grad called for the Stanford hymn. "How does it go?" someone asked. "From the ... something . . . something ..." a voice began. "Foothills? Mountains?" someone suggested. Others dimly recalled "in the sunset fire" and "raise our voices singing," until at length a young wife bravely quavered...
...Sunset Supper. The ants never let the caterpillars out of their care. During the day they keep the caterpillars in individual burrows a few inches long, and plug the entrances with pellets of earth. A few ants always stay inside to guard each precious caterpillar cow. The burrows are always close to the caterpillars' favorite food plant, a low white-flowered bush, but they may be as far as 50 ft. from the ant colony...
...parties, and she has an even rarer knack for making them click. She is a perfectionist who frets over floral settings and menus for even the smallest dinners, but the big ones bring out the best in her. Her extravaganzas are the talk of the Western world-a sunset cruise down the Potomac for 138, a floodlit lawn party at Mount Vernon, a roomtul of Nobel laureates waltzing over the parquet White House floors to the tem po of the Air Force's Strolling Strings...
...interest-such as it is-centers on Smith's love for Miss Tomson, a genuinely imagined dream figure of sexual grace who will never become a member of the wedding. She dies, of course, and is buried at sea. Darkly Byronic to the last, Smith glowers at the sunset. "Bubbles and wreaths are left. But maybe you'd like to know that at night seals sing. They come up out of the water with their big sad eyes...
...Little Silly. In the years since, Sunset has grown into a publishing company that nets a tidy 10%, before taxes, on a gross volume of nearly $10 million. To accommodate varying tastes along the Western seaboard, it publishes in four editions: one each for the Pacific Northwest, the Central Pacific states, the Pacific Southwest and, beginning with the current issue, a fourth directed at desert dwellers. But for all its expansion, Sunset has not really changed. Proprietor Lane, now 73, has given way to his two sons. Melvin, 41, is a vice-president. As publisher, Son Bill, 43, not only...