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Tammy (Debbie Reynolds; Coral). "The old booty owl hooty-hoots to the dove," hoots Cinemactress Reynolds in this ballad about a teen-ager who finds love in the bayou. Mrs. Eddie Fisher's record is a fast-moving bestseller, but as slushy as those bayous in October...
Hurricane Audrey, the season's first, was born as a Gulf of Mexico squall in a wide low-pressure area. As it blew north, U.S. weather bureaus warned the Gulf Coast that a dangerously violent storm was on the way. But the bayou people of extreme southwestern Louisiana felt secure in their swamp-girded isolation and their simple faiths ("I wasn't much afraid," said one woman, "because the Lord told us he would never destroy this earth with water again"). Many of them stayed in their homes-and Audrey killed them in a day of sheerest horror...
Grand Chenier and Johnsons Bayou ("Those towns are nothing but hills in the swamp," said Cameron Parish Sheriff O. B. Carter) rolled Audrey's vicious tidal wave, ripping and twisting hundreds of homes, crumpling four fuel storage tanks under the hurled weight of a huge offshore oil barge, flinging two 50-ft. fishing boats onto the main street of Cameron (pop. 3,000), the seat and only incorporated town of the parish...
...bayou folk swam, clung, gasped and prayed for their lives. Those lucky enough to reach specks of dry land found only more terror: with them were alligators and water moccasins, tossed out of the torrent, snapping and striking in their fury (Mrs. Stephen Broussard lost three children to the tidal wave-and a fourth died of snakebite). In Cameron, a fisherman stumbled sobbing through the streets. His father, his pregnant wife and two children were gone. He was swept into the Calcasieu River-and was rescued to continue his grieving. On the courthouse steps sat a towheaded lad in hand...
...wrote, "the symbol of the solidity of the British Empire-the hallmark of safety and security at home ... I simply must have a grandchild or I'll never have the fun of telling this when I'm fishing, grey-bearded, on the bank of a quiet bayou in the deep south...