Word: hells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...lopsided referendums. "Our schools will run on a segregated basis or they will not be run at all," said South Carolina's Clarendon County School Superintendent L. B. McCord, speaking the voice of his kind. "Our way of life calls for separation of the races, and come hell or high water we plan to keep it that...
...Nigger Lovers." In two distant and different Southern small towns last week hell and high water almost came. In Clinton, Tenn. (pop. 4,000) white mobs rioted in the tree-shaded streets and the old courthouse square to stop the enrollment of twelve Negro students in the local high school. Clinton is the only place in Tennessee (except the federal enclave of Oak Ridge) to integrate its school, and outsiders came streaming in last week to lash the little town back into line...
...line before the mob in the courthouse square. "Lock them up if they give you any lip," ordered the submachine gun-toting commander of the vigilantes, a lawyer and paratroop veteran of Korea's Heartbreak Ridge named Leo W. Grant Jr. Said one of Grant's citizens: "Hell, it ain't a matter of wanting or not wanting niggers in the school, it's a matter of who's going to run the town, the Government or that mob out there. It's not easy to go out there and face maybe your neighbors...
...stuffed lion's mouth in which he deposits high-priority letters, Author Ernest ("Papa") Hemingway and wife Mary slippe'd undetected into the canyons of Manhattan, enjoyed some semisecret days of fleshpot scouring without revealing his resting place ("I just want to confuse the hell out of Celebrity Service"), made a special excursion to the Bronx Zoo to converse with its two hippos ("I needed Miss Mary around for the grammar"), slipped off as quietly as he had arrived for a sojourn in Europe...
...once, the Detroit River came alive. Flippant rooster tails of spray arced high as six hopped-up speedboats zippered the straightaway and skittered hell-bent for trouble toward the first turn of the Gold Cup race for unlimited hydroplanes. The last heat boiled into a catfight between two river belles-Miss Thrijtway, a neat cream, orange and white number from Seattle, and Miss Pepsi, a Detroit brawler all tricked out in red, white and blue...