Bright & Brief
HASLETT, Mich. (AP) _ Results were hard and fast in the National Concrete Canoe Race finals at Lake Lansing.
The canoes were made by engineering students from mixtures of concrete and glue.
The University of California at Berkeley team won the event Saturday, which emphasized design principles, canoe maneuverability and speed in the water. The 15 teams from universities nationwide also were judged on design papers and formal presentations about their project.
Dense concrete was needed to keep water from seeping into the canoe. Some vessels were only a quarter-inch thick but weighed more than 100 pounds. Flotation foam was allowed in the bow and stern of the canoes. The races were up to 600 meters long.
The canoes demonstrated the versatility of the material, said Edd Parker of Master Builders, which sponsored the event.
″You walk on it every day,″ he said. ″The only thing some people feel about concrete is that it cracks and looks ugly.
″It can be molded in any number of forms and designed to fit any need,″ Parker said. ″It’s a simple material that can be complex in its uses.″
Cal-Berkeley defeated teams from the University of New Hampshire, the University of Akron, Portland State University and the University of Alabama at Huntsville.
The winners received $5,000 for Cal-Berkeley’s undergraduate civil engineering program.
OKMULGEE, Okla. (AP) - Gov. Henry Bellmon took the first bite of the famed Okmulgee pecan pie and summed it up in six words.
″It’s very big, and very good,″ he said at the city’s festival Saturday.
And while Bellmon arguably could be called biased in his opinion, this was no ordinary pie. It measured 24 feet in diameter, weighed 13,000 pounds and contained more than 1,100 pounds of pecans.
″We used the same recipe that we’ve used for the past two years,″ said Glenn Shoaf, baking instructor at the Oklahoma State University Technical Branch who supervised about 100 student volunteers in baking the pie.
″We took it from a smaller scale, put it on a computer and just increased the ingredients as much as we needed,″ Shoaf said.
Okmulgee has been swapping win-lost records for pecan pie sizes with folks in Georgia for several years. Their latest pie appears to outdo a recent 22- foot effort presented by the Sunbelt Agricultural Exposition in Moultrie, Ga.
″I understand (Georgia) is talking peanuts,″ Shoaf said, referring to a switch festival organizers have made in their pie’s main ingredient. ″We’ll go after them again, if necessary.″
SPIVEY’S CORNER, N.C. (AP) - Hogs, dogs, kids, cats, cows, coyotes, the weather - you name it. If it can be hollered at, it was at the 20th Annual National Hollerin’ Contest here.
A crowd of about 5,000 sat sweltering in Saturday’s steamy heat to watch the contestants turn red in the face and risk an aneurysm in pursuit of the title of champion hollerer.
Shawn Kent, 8, won the junior competition in a runoff by calling coyotes and crows.
″Aaaaaaaawk 3/8 Aaaaaawk 3/8″ the bespectacled youngster cawed, cupping his hands around his mouth. ″Det, det, det, whoooo-ah, whoooo-ah, wak 3/8″
Shawn, who recently moved to nearby Sanford from Vancouver, British Columbia, said later he didn’t have a hollerin’ repertoire planned when he got up on the stage in this juncture in the road 40 miles south of Raleigh.
″My dad kept telling me things to do on stage, but I thought they were stupid, so I just thought of the things I used to hear in Canada and came up with coyotes,″ he said, grinning widely and brandishing his trophy.
Glenn Bolick of Lenoir took home the grand prize in the men’s competition. Bolick, wearing coveralls and a train engineer’s cap, said he thought he won because of his hog-calling lineage.
″I’m a fifth-generation hollerer. My grandparents did this for years,″ he said. ″I didn’t really expect to win, though. ... I’m excited to death.″
Ann Lorek of Castle Hayne won the women’s category with her hen and rooster calls, while Spivey’s Corner native Brenda Carroll Wrench pulled down a third- place ribbon by showing folks how she called her dog, Fatty Bread, home.
″Whooo-op, whooo-op, here Fatty Bread, here Fatty Bread, whooo-op,″ she called. ″Goot, goot, goot, goot.″
Mrs. Wrench said she was surprised she did well since she was so scared.
″I did it because of my son. He said if I got up on stage to holler, he’d put his head in a hole,″ she said. ″I said, Start digging, son.‴