Word: flower
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...love to munch. But what is exciting farmers is a somewhat shorter (5 to 6 ft.) variety that yields a dark brown seed containing a high-protein food oil. This fall growers in North Dakota and adjacent states will harvest more than 5 million acres of what they call "flower," double last year's planting and 100 times as large as that of a decade ago. Some 75% of the crop, which will fatten farm incomes by $800 million this year, is sold in Europe and such distant markets as Egypt and Australia...
...Webern, one of the great innovators of the 20th century, this was a spiritual matter. In every vista he saw a creative idea logically developed. The merest wild flower reminded him of Goethe's ''primeval plant,'' symbol of the unity of all organic life. Most important, his moun tain treks re-enacted his artistic aspirations. More than any composer before or since, Webern worked on the timberline between sound and silence. His austere, rigorously condensed pieces seem to hover in a clear, rarefied ether of their own, like clusters of ice crystals on the point...
Catholic "radio priest" whose political invectives boomed across the airways from 1926 to 1940; in Bloomfield Hills, Mich. Father Coughlin's first broadcasts were religious sermons from his Shrine of the Little Flower Church outside Detroit, but soon he began voicing the discontent of the Depression by berating bankers. Heard in 30 million homes, Coughlin called F.D.R. "the great liar and betrayer" and tried to fuel a third-party movement. He preached against Jews and Communists, among others, and the Catholic Church finally silenced all broadcasts and writings in 1942. Despite his reputation as a demagogue, Coughlin remained...
...right moves. He kisses the ground as soon as he lands. There's the first picture!" But like his note-taking colleagues on the assignment, Leifer was often thwarted by overprotective police, impenetrable crowds and uncooperative weather. Finally the sun broke through as His Holiness climbed the flower-strewn altar at Living History Farms, Iowa, and from a crowded position farther away than he would have liked, Leifer captured the majestic image on this week's cover...
...walk right up to the fence and chat with the police. They won't chat back. They won't even look at you, and orders are obviously orders, pretty much the way it stays all weekend, their inactivity ends the minute the fence is threatened. One aging flower child ("My name is earth") makes a preliminary assault, and for the first time the Mace comes out. They point the small brown bottles at your eyes and spray, and suddenly you forget about cutting any fence...