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...Poison in the Water. After a four-day march. Pick was sitting on a rock one day near a crumbling ridge when he noticed that his Scintillometer was not registering properly. He thought it was out of order. But when he walked away from the rock the needle moved again. Then the light dawned. Says he: "I was sitting on a solid chunk of uranium ore." Pick, figuring it had rolled down from the cliff above him, scrambled up the rock face, chipping off pieces of rock as he went: "It was all beautiful yellow-orange-colored ore." He staked...
Democratic Party leaders avoided Progressive Taylor like poison, asked voters to do the same. In the 1950 primary, Taylor was beaten by 948 votes by D. Worth Clark. But this year a third candidate entered the race and took some anti-Taylor votes away from Glen's chief opponent, Claude Burtenshaw, a Mormon professor from Ricks College. Last week the primary was held, and Taylor won by about 2,500 votes. Said Burtenshaw: "It looks like the left wing has taken over the party...
...Communist youth paper, Komsomolskaya Pravda, was particularly upset by religious "infection" of the young, and last week provided parents with what it considered helpful slogans to pass along to the kids: "Religion is poison-keep children away." "Bread is given us not by Christ, but by machines and collective farms." "When God is forgotten, life is better." "Without God and priests there are more sheaves in the fields...
...would soon have funds for not one but two rest rooms. To some Woodstock's gaiety seemed too close to complacency-none of the big names had produced works for the occasion that were important, or even particularly adventurous. Grumbled Abstract Sculptor Herman Cherry: "Cocktail parties . . . flourish like poison ivy in this vicinity." But most Woodstock artists find that oil and Martinis mix well enough, and that art need not be great to be worth while...
...gasped the woman, "I'm a sight." She managed to invite Syngman Rhee inside with some show of hospitality, however, but since the owner of the mansion (Clark Griffith, patriarch of the Washington Senators baseball club) was not at home, Patriarch Rhee declined. Instead, he clambered through some poison ivy and inspected the house next door, where for years he waited out his Washington exile. His verdict: "It's run down...