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...last of five scriptwriters brought in to turn comic strip into film strip. "Now you see Lindsay Wagner do things like that every week on TV for free. So we had a problem, and Superman's feats had to be very, very spectacular. We had to go whole hog...
...hunting in the thick oak and hickory woods or gathering ginseng roots, which sell for $75 a pound and are used as a tonic to prolong sexual endurance. Notes Guard Rich Trail, 20: "I've been goin' squirrel huntin' and coon huntin' and ground hog huntin' and rabbit huntin' as long as I can remember." Adds Guard Sammy Joe Chapman, 33, who caught Ray and the last escapee, Douglas Shelton: "Coon hunting at night is good training for tracking down James Earl Ray and those other escapees. It teaches you the tricks...
...oven. The small wooden farm house had neither electricity nor running water. One room served as the living room, dining room, kitchen and pantry. A ladder in the corner led to the unfinished loft where Harriet and the man she now lives with, an East Coast social worker turned hog farmer, sleep. Their three children have their own miniature house some 30 feet away. After dinner, we talked for several hours, attempting to sort out the four jumbled years since we had last met. Then I went down to the children's house, undressed in the chilly darkness and sank...
...garden show. Farmers in nearby states looked contentedly at leaden skies, which dropped enough rain or snow to bring new hope for decent crops to the parched plains of Kansas, Iowa, the Dakotas, Nebraska and Minnesota. "It came just the way we like it, nice and slow," Iowa Hog Farmer Bob Helmbrecht said of the springtime moisture. A National Weather Bureau official called it simply "a godsend...
...most of the talk was not about Jimmy Carter. Roughly 125 men had gathered at the farm on a chilly night for the monthly meeting of the Chitlin' Club, founded in 1936. Between liberal swigs of bourbon and peach moonshine, the hardy souls consumed 200 lbs. of boiled hog intestines, which smelled a lot like a thousand dirty socks, and talked mostly of their bygone feats of athletic prowess. Said Hudson: "Most folks come to the Chitlin' Club to eat and forget their worries." But the talk did momentarily veer to Carter's brother Billy. Said...