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...neat stone wall graces the entrance to Freeman Field Industrial Park in the otherwise rustic small town of Seymour (pop. 13,100), about 70 miles southeast of Indianapolis. But in the park, there is a dry, mud-caked ditch, and the trees along its banks are dead. Inside a wire fence, an acrid scent brings tears to visitors' eyes. Some of the tidily stacked barrels bear household names: General Electric, Dow Chemical, Shell Oil, Monsanto. Paint sludges collect in sticky red and green pools on the porous ground, and such chemicals as arsenic, benzene, toluene, trichloroethylene and naphthalene ooze...
Preparing a TV documentary on new opportunities for women, Kate ponders both the stunted lives of the old girlfriends who stayed behind and the possibility that the freedom from early pressure made her own success easier for her. As this mud dle deepens, Drabble's vision expands to include a London equally confused. Eng land is a tight little island no longer...
...bitter, dirty fight," commented Political Analyst Rudolf Wildenmann. "Unprecedented political mud-slinging," charged Christian Democratic Chairman Helmut Kohl. Munich's Süddeutsche Zeitung warned that "election polemics are producing poisonous blossoms...
Wilkie, 39, is an affable Mississippian with an accent that sounds like marbles rolling around in a pail of Delta mud. A drooping mustache and gray-streaked hair that tumbles over his collar contribute to an aspect somewhere between a Confederate cavalry officer and Catfish Hunter. He began his career with the Clarksdale (Miss.) Press Register (circ. 7,325), got his first taste of national politics-and a highly flattering portrayal in The Boys on the Bus, Timothy Grouse's book about the 1972 campaign-at the Wilmington (Del.) News Journal (circ. 133,000) and hired...
...umpired in the American League from 1938 to 1947, agrees. "I've been mobbed, cussed, booed, kicked in the ass, punched in the face, hit with mud balls and whisky bottles, and had everything from shoes to fruits and vegetables thrown at me ... An umpire should hate humanity." Ernie Stewart, a wartime umpire, laments the loneliness that goes with the job: "Every city is a strange city; you don't have a home." Bill McKinley, a 19-year man, thinks of the jeers and catcalls as a kind of minor league tryout: "Some fellows never made it because...