Word: garst
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Pravda has come to print an occasional dissident word. Last week it not only published the text of U.S. Secretary of State Christian Herter's speech before the National Foreign Trade Council but reprinted from U.S. News & World Report an interview with Iowa Corn Farmer Roswell Garst, who played host to Khrushchev during the Soviet Chairman's U.S. visit last September. Garst's frank talk about Russian agriculture (still primitive by U.S. standards) and Khrushchev (rough, tough and cruel, but "not all black") got by untouched...
Things have been quiet in Coon Rapids, Iowa, since the clamorous visit of Nikita Khrushchev in September. Matter of fact, Khrushchev's Iowa host, corn-rich Farmer Roswell Garst, allowed last week that he had not even got a bread-and-butter note from his Soviet acquaintance. But Garst was taking the apparent ingratitude with equanimity: "Probably won't hear from him again until he wants something...
When Iowa Farmer Roswell Garst invited him to meet Nikita Khrushchev at his Coon Rapids farm, Stevenson accepted with pleasure. Under the protecting shade of a canvas canopy, the Soviet Premier and the two-time Democratic presidential candidate chatted amiably through lunch. Inevitably, their conversation turned from cold war to hot politics. Afterward, recounting it to the press and TV, Khrushchev turned to Stevenson. "Can I repeat that little conversation?" he asked. "It won't reveal any secret?" Replied Adlai, with a big grin: "You are at liberty to reveal my deepest secret." Said Khrushchev: "Mr. Stevenson said that...
...Francisco was only a rehearsal. The big show came in Coon Rapids, Iowa, where Millionaire Farmer Roswell Garst, who enjoys the glare of publicity, had invited the full herd of newsmen down to the farm. Apparently confident that he was dealing with orderly men, Farmer Garst issued eight pages of agricultural information to the press (sample: "When corn is down to 30% moisture, it has reached maximum dry weight") that was totally silent on the subject of reportorial conduct. The moment they set foot on Garst property, the newsmen turned it into a battleground...
...Back There!" Barred from following the official party into a cornfield reserved for Khrushchev's inspection, reporters and photographers went into an encircling movement through the tall corn, materialized suddenly under the noses of Garst and visitors. "Get back! Get back there!" bellowed Garst, surprised and angry. "Bring those horses in here; ride 'em down." he commanded a mounted troop of Greene County Pleasure Riders. "Get back there or I'll kick you out. even if your name is Harrison Salisbury." he threatened, and as good as his word, he planted a sturdy Garst brogan...