Word: cowboying
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...dismal flat in Manhattan, neither drunk nor asleep, neither dead nor alive. They lean against the walls, they stare with empty eyes. Sometimes they splutter obscenities at each other for no reason sometimes they babble mindlessly about themselves. They are waiting. Waiting to make The Connection, "waiting for The Cowboy to gallop in on a white horse...
...Cowboy appears as a Negro dressed entirely in white-that is to say, as a union of opposites, as a completeness possible perhaps only in God. He comes moreover as a redeemer. One by one as through the veil of a sanctuary, he leads the junkies through a door marked TOILET. One by one he injects them with an elixir that washes away their wretchedness, that raises them from the living dead, that transports them to "existence on another plane...
...Detroit radio station WXYZ in 1933. Until the program went off radio nine years ago (it is now a regular television feature). Striker, who sold the rights to Lone Ranger, continued to write the scripts. He turned out some 3,000 half-hour shows, all of which glorified justice, cowboy good conduct and loyalty to the Lone Ranger's Indian friend Tonto. Faithfully tuned in by uncounted millions of schoolchildren for 29 years, the ringing prologue ("From out of the West come the thundering hoofbeats . . .'') and the Lone Ranger's cry of "Hi Ho, Silver, Away...
Died. Edmund Richard "Hoot" Gibson, 70, six-gun king of the celluloid range, a homely Nebraska cowboy who thrilled three decades of moviegoers, starting out in 1910 as a $20-a-week stunt man and going on to become one of horse opera's Big Five (the others: Torn Mix, William S. Hart, Harry Carey, Buck Jones) in the 1920s and '30s, earning $14,500 a week at the peak of his career, and letting it slip through his fingers like quicksilver until in his last years he was almost broke; of cancer; in Woodland Hills, Calif...
From La Paz to Luxembourg, the mutual fund has turned out to be as exportable a U.S. commodity as Coca-Cola or cowboy movies. And no firm sells mutuals with more vigor than Investors Overseas Services, a Panama-chartered, Switzerland-based company headed by U.S. expatriates that after five years has 20,000 clients in 62 countries. Since its organization in 1956 by Bernard Cornfeld, a pudgy onetime Philadelphia social worker and mutual-fund salesman, I.O.S. has doubled sales every year. This year I.O.S. expects to sell long-term mutual-fund shares and contracts worth $100 million. Profit last year...