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...production in the old, uneconomic mule-power farms of the Southeast, while retarding the natural shift of cotton growing to the low-cost, highly productive tractorized flatland farms of the South and of the irrigated Southwest and West. This keeps cotton prices so high that they provide an umbrella for foreign growers and a powerful incentive for consumers to shift to synthetic fibers. To cure the situation, Fleming advocated gradual reductions in U.S. cotton price-support levels, gradual removal of U.S. acreage controls, and gradual lifting of the U.S. subsidized export price...
...used in polar weather stations, radar shelters, tents, and even a restaurant. The Play-dome hasn't hit the Harvard market yet, but it is only a matter of time and warm weather before the Charles is lined with hemispheres and sunbathers. The only problem in such a beach umbrella substitute would be its transportation--but geometry may have solved that too. Two geodesic domes fastened together make a geodesic sphere. Couples could climb into this Double Play-dome, seal themselves in with the plastic cover, and roll down Linden or Holyoke Street to the river, before hatching into...
...great cake prepared in her honor collapsed from the heat before she got to it and had to be hurriedly propped up. No one's life was held forfeit, and the first visit of a reigning British queen since Victoria was such a success (except for a royal umbrella lost at Orly Airport) that even the Communist newspapers who had scoffed at first were reduced to sweeping deep editorial curtsies...
...birthday (44), and in a large sitting room of the Grand Hotel she had a party, puffed out 21 candles, cut a giant four-tier cake, received a basket of roses from Italy's President Giovanni Gronchi, and from the Nixon press party an ivory-handled umbrella...
...London's West End. Without warning, the door of the book-glutted flat was suddenly flung open and in burst Joy's enraged father. "Aha, Wilson! The game is up!" roared Accountant John Stewart, 58, brandishing a horsewhip. Beside Father Stewart stood his wife, bearing a sturdy umbrella, plus Joy's younger sister and brother. Confronting the steamed-up Stewarts, Colin Wilson had good reason to blanch: not 15 miles away he had a wife and son. With no further pleasantries, Mrs. Stewart fell to pummeling Philosophy Collector Wilson with her weapon, while the others tried...