Word: windstorm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...University of Illinois, Associate Professor Earl R. Leng has developed a dwarf corn that he hopes will some day end farmers' worries from windstorm damage. The short stalk is also ideal for automated pickers. By crossing his dwarf corn with teosinte, a Mexican grass, he has also developed a stalk with 20 small ears all along the stalk. If he can increase the size of the ears, the corn of 1965 may well resemble a hat tree...
...walls began cracking again. As some workers straightened, there was suddenly an enormous sigh that forced a windstorm through the miles of galleries, and the whole slope of Rosenburg Hill caved in. As 400,000 tons of stone and earth crashed into the caverns, the three tunnel mouths spouted out flying stone and dust like miniature volcanoes. Screaming men and women ran bloodily from the caves, dragging with them other workers who had been knocked unconscious. Groping through the thick fog, slipping on the wet clay topsoil, they screamed for help. The village priest and the schoolteacher spread the alarm...
...Georgia's Augusta Country Club, it was Ladies' Day for fair. Hippy, sunburned females overran the tight, exacting course and went ahead with their game even when a gusty windstorm chilled the fairways. Male club members held their tongues, for the invaders were no chattering, once-a-week golfing housewives cluttering up the greens or excavating in the sand traps; they were the 25 top players of the Ladies' Professional Golfers Association. The la dies were winding up their winter's trek with the Titleholders championship, the "Masters tournament" of women's golf...
...badly if sent into a sharp pushover at high altitude, but Test Pilot Bridgeman discovered: "Harder she rolls, harder and faster. The flat horizon line flips wildly through the squinting slit windows. I fight the crazy gyration with the ailerons. They are no weapons. They are feathers in a windstorm ... I release my hand from the aileron control and try to get out of phase with the roll that snaps me violently back and forth in its teeth ... A toy in my hands to fight the whole Goddamned sky that has turned on me." Yet he won with flying skill...
...Haven's Hotel Taft was crowded with politicians, all wide awake. Leading Candidate John Davis Lodge, of the Boston Lodges,* paused amid the swirling delegates and nibbled on the nail of his index finger. "This," grinned Lodge, "is like trying to pin down a pup tent in a windstorm." A fife, drum and bugle corps blew for Lodge outside the hotel, and delegates found new lyrics to When Johny Comes Marching...