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...said. "I just can't describe the joy in my heart." But she was also learning the rough side of being on top. "No matter what accomplishments you make," she says, "somebody helps you. People saw me going up there, and now they want to ride on the wagon. Whenever I hear anyone call me 'Champ,' I think there's something behind...
...Fixture. Grandfather Lanin started the family in the band business 118 years ago in Europe. Lester's father, also a bandleader, traveled to local weddings and hoedowns around Philadelphia in a creaking wagon, raised a family of nine musicians. Young Lester got an early taste of what society likes to dance to by hanging around the ballroom of Philadelphia's Bellevue-Stratford Hotel and listening through the doors. By the early '30s he had heard enough to move to New York and start out on his own. During the war he piped for charity and service balls...
...janitor and fabricator of canvases and panels that the school sold to its students. Eventually he became assistant director of the Dallas Museum of Fine Arts, now teaches at the University of Texas in Austin. At any time he is apt to load his family into a battered station wagon with palette and easel and take to the hills or the canyons of the Big Bend. A prolific painter, Spruce takes only a couple of days to complete a canvas, sells his paintings...
From Sack to Slurry. Though his friends scoffed that the substance would never be worth much, Gilson formed the St. Louis Gilsonite Co. By wagon, then by railroad, the company hauled out sacks of Gilsonite, as the substance came to be known, to use in coloring black paints, waterproofing roofs, blacking inks and even paving streets. Eventually the company was bought by the Barber Asphalt Co. (now Barber Oil Corp.), which in 1946 teamed up with Standard Oil Co. of California to try to extract gasoline and high-purity coke from the Gilsonite...
...except for five years) Liberal Prime Minster. When John was eight, father Diefenbaker took his family to a Saskatchewan crossroads where the northern prairies turn into a subarctic wasteland of muskeg, timber and lakes. There one day father Diefenbaker tied a red bandanna to the rim of a wagon wheel and, counting the turns of the wheel, measured off a 160-acre homestead. That spring he broke the virgin sod to the plow and put in his first crop of wheat...