Word: cowboying
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...corduroy cap, green corduroy shirt, blue corduroy pants. Hard-lick guitar, whooping harmonica, skinny little voice. Beardless chin, shaggy sideburns, porcelain pussycat eyes. At 22, he looks 14, and his accent belongs to a jive Nebraskan, or maybe a Brooklyn hillbilly. He is a dime-store philosopher, a drugstore cowboy, a men's room conversationalist. And when he describes his young life, he declares himself dumfounded at the spectacle. "With my thumb out, my eyes asleep, my hat turned up an' my head turned on," says Bob Dylan, "I's driftin' and learnin' new lessons...
...steel melodrama of 1963 started out like a familiar scene in a western movie: an embattled cowboy raising a hat on a stick to see if the foe fires...
...nation-wide speaking contest, sponsored by the American Legion, he left Idaho for college and law school at Stanford. But he married the daughter of a former Idaho Governor, and returned to open a private law practice in Boise. In 1956 he entered state politics, narrowly beating former cowboy Senator Glenn Taylor in the Democratic primary and then walloping McCarthyite Republican Senator Herman Walker in the general election. Last November Church polled 55% of the vote. He was the only successful Democratic candidate for a major statewide office and the first Democratic senator over to win re-election in Idaho...
...Cowboy v. Millionaire. For horsemen the 1963 Kentucky Derby also shapes up as a contest of purpose and theory. Rex Ellsworth has come a far piece since he showed up in Kentucky in 1933 with $600 in his poke and a yen to buy some brood mares. His mercurial colt Swaps outran Nashua in the 1955 Derby, and his horses won $1,154,454 last year. Now Ellsworth owns a 440-acre ranch in Chino, Calif., 1,000 sq. mi. of range land in Arizona and New Mexico, and about 500 head of high-priced thoroughbred horseflesh...
...years' separation. In the 1950s, Durrell is still telling Miller that he will be "the homegrown doyen of Yankee litcheratewer yet, mark my word," that "the surf-thunder of your prose is the biggest experience of my inner man." But Durrell is also warning: "Beware of cowboy evangelism and Loving Everything and Everybody Everywhere! Or you'll be doing a Carl Sandburg with a portable harp...