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Father Feeney heads the St. Benedict's Center on Arrow Street, across the way from the old part of Adams House. The Center used to be a Catholic Club of Harvard and Radcliffe students. Since the spring of 1949, it has become the hub of a nation-wide group of self-termed "militant Catholics" who defy the higher Catholic authorities and adopt a line that has been commended by the American Fascist Union...
...winnowed out of a Pulitzer-prize history by Bernard DeVoto, the story tamely recalls 1950'S Broken Arrow, without its surprise or suspense. Trapper Gable marries a proud Indian maiden (Maria Elena Marques) so he can use her to ease his way into the beaver-rich bailiwick of her grandfather, a Blackfoot chief (played by well-disguised Oldtimer Jack Holt). On the trail, he learns to love and respect her. Their marriage wins the blessing of the Blackfoot ruler and gives them a son. But when one of Gable's men kills the old chief to satisfy...
...liberal borrowings from such poles-apart sources as Thornton Wilder's Our Town and Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard. Beneath all the imitative layers is a distinct and often funny Shriner personality, which shows to good advantage in his gentle ribbing of the sponsor's product, Arrow Shirts...
...undergraduate at the lower left has hidden his morning paper under his coat at the approach of the photographer. In the next aisle one can see the legs of a sleeping Tiger. The black arrow at the top points out the newspaper read by another student, while the man at the right is deeply engrossed in a pulp magazine or comic book...
...were tinged with yellow. At night, deer jumped the wire fences to nibble at the heavy-headed sorghum. The rivers ran low and clear, and yellow cats, black bass, carp and perch sailed lazily in their depths, too fat to bother with baited hooks. In northern Michigan, the bow & arrow boys, 18,000 strong, patiently honed their two-and three-bladed arrows, tentatively twanged their 5O-lb. bows, got out their brown-and-green camouflage suits, the grease paint and burnt cork for blacking their faces while stalking the wary deer...