Word: townes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Except for the names on the Protestant cemetery's moss-covered tombstones, little now remains to show that the town was settled by Americans. Of the descendants of the original settlers, only the family of Dr. James R. Jones, a young dentist-farmer, clings to the old ways. "Doutor Jaime," his black-haired wife Judith (nee McKnight) and their two children still speak English at home; Doutor Jaime's brother, who married an Italian girl, speaks it only haltingly, "because I have no practice...
Last week Americana (the "villa" was officially dropped in the 19303), now a snug and thriving little (pop. 10,000) industrial town, opened a new $6,500,000 hydroelectric plant to power its mills, synthetic fertilizer factories, distilleries and farm-machinery assembly plant. Dr. Jones, who is also a city councilman, was one of those on hand to greet Sao Paulo's beefy, ambitious Governor Adhemar de Barros and the planeload of federal officials who flew in for the inauguration of the power plant...
Only a few friends gathered at Cleveland's Union Terminal last week when Bill Veeck (rhymes with heck) left town. But Cleveland knew he had been there. For 3½ years, as majority stockholder and impresario of the Cleveland Indians, 35-year-old Promoter Veeck had turned the crank that gave the town its dizziest merry-go-round ride in years...
...spent money like a sailor just ashore. With an expense account of about $100,000 a year, he was the town's most avid check-snatcher and tipper, its most unflagging patron of flower shops and buyer of sparkling burgundy (which he called "bubble ink"). His pinkish-blond hair was as much a trademark as his open-throat shirt, his fetish against wearing hats, ties or overcoats. "I'm a publicity hound," he told Cleveland sportwriters when he took over the Indians. And ex-Marine Bill Veeck, who had lost a leg as a result of combat injuries...
Boomtown. Scurry's county seat, the once sleepy little cotton and cattle town of Snyder, had never seen anything like it, either. In the crowded lobby of its dingy Manhattan Hotel, the air hummed with talk of royalties, acreage, porosity. Leases changed hands so fast that new maps of the county had to be issued twice a month (at $15 each). In nine months, Snyder's population had shot up from 3,000 to 15,000. To handle the overflow of schoolchildren, the town bought an empty schoolhouse 175 miles away and hauled it to Snyder...