Word: pickering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...dawn broke over Illinois' cornlands last week, Farmer John Landers, 38, who owns 400 acres near Grand Ridge, opened wide the throttle of his big International tractor and roared into a 20-acre cornfield. The three heads on his $2,400 corn picker attacked the tall standing rows of corn. Long before Farmer Landers had made even one turn around the field, the trailer hitched to his tractor was overflowing with fat, golden ears. His expected yield: 90 bu. to the acre, v. less than 60 last year...
...hybrid corn, even though the experts warned him it was not suitable for his land. He doubled the amount of fertilizer, planted the rows closer together, and his yield jumped to 175 bu. an acre, compared to an average 70 bu. The corn was so thick that his mechanical picker just barely got through it. Now corn experts are studying Holderman's experiment to see exactly what happened-and if it should be recommended to everyone...
...sales. Such old grads of the whipped-cream-and-syrup school as André Kostelanetz, Paul Weston, Phil Spitalny and George Melachrino did some pioneering as early as the '40s, were later joined by a host of others. TV's Jackie Gleason became such an adept mood picker that his Music for Lovers Only sold half a million copies. For the hi-fi convert whose interest was less in music than in matching his neighbors' woofers and tweeters, the gaudily packaged mood music was ideal: it filled the yawning silence, but was so innocuous that nobody...
Special praise is due Alvin Epstein for another in his series of memorable characterizations. Here he is the rag-picker, who claims the world is no longer happy because it has been taken over by a thousand kinds of pimp. He looks marvelously seedy, with three hats on his head at once and an umbrella that has lost almost all but its ribs; and he is most compelling in his big scene in the second...
...handlers laid out fresh clothes as Fats mopped his face and clambered out of his tan silk suit (he owns 51 such rigs). The band got a quick dressing-down: "You guys ain't playin' wuth a cotton picker's wages-a real crummy beat." Then, turning to reporters, Fats philosophized about his wearying one-night stands: "Gold all the way, but man, they get old." Fats's gold standards are high: he estimates that he will make $600,000 to $700,000 this year, spend $60,000 on a house in New Orleans...