Word: deserting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...center of town, "Glitter Gulch," the greatest concentration of inert gas in the world, now casts a neon glow for 30 miles into the desert. Along Highway 91, on which the Californians stampede into Vegas in their Cadillacs at the rate of 20,000 each weekend, lies the Strip, a celebrated three-mile stretch of real estate bounded by seven enormous, luxury hotels. The Strip represents a capital investment of $40 million, and is incorporated (in order to escape municipal taxes) as two townships. Their names: Paradise A and Paradise...
Behind the flashy facades of the big hotels along the Strip is a lugubrious lot of wealthy owners. Some are thoroughly respectable, but some are not. The Desert Inn is run by amiable Wilbur Clark, a hotelman with a large following, in partnership with a syndicate of erstwhile Cleveland racketeers. The luxurious Sands, scene of the recent Hayworth-Haymes extravaganza (TIME, Oct. 5), is owned by tiny, wizened Jake Friedman, who made his stake operating gambling casinos in Texas. The sprawling Flamingo was built by the late Bugsy Siegel before Bugsy met his untimely, slug-ridden end in Hollywood...
...Living Desert (Walt Disney) looks like the start of a grand-scale attempt to seduce Mother Nature with a motion-picture camera. Having handsomely reached first base with a few short sorties into the animal kingdom (Beaver Valley, Seal Island, Water Birds, Olympic Elk, Bear Country), Walt Disney has apparently decided to invite the whole creation to go commercial...
...Living Desert, his first full-length nature film, he modestly takes a mere quarter-million square miles for his province-the harsh and lovely world of the great American desert. Despite all the petty efforts to Disneyfy what the ages have dignified, The Living Desert remains a triumphantly beautiful film...
...film starts, the audience looks into a mirage as into a giant's dream; next the camera traces the uncanny passage of a kind of desert rock that apparently walks by itself when nobody is looking. A little further on, the camera comes in close to watch two common tortoises, crowding the screen like prehistoric Panzers, churn into battle for possession of a female. Soon the audience is gliding along beside a rattler as he tracks a pocket mouse by tasting its footsteps with cold relish...