Word: re
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...year, compared with $7,300 in the public schools. All are college graduates, though several lack required credits for teaching in public schools. Headmaster William Jackson, 54, a retired public school teacher, insists that he and his staff are motivated by simple love of learning. "We're not concerned with integration, de-integration, or whatever," he declares. "We're concerned with quality education." More frankly, Burton Gunter, a plainspoken Swansea farmer who sits on the county board of education, says that segregation academies are "going to take over everywhere," because "integration is ruining education...
FIRST DAY. As dawn streaked across the amber and gold foliage on a heroic fall day, Fred was already prowling the beach, studying the heart-shaped tracks. "They're here," he whispered. A rangy, rawboned man with the weathered look of a backwoods sage, he was wearing his favorite old camouflage jacket and a battered gray fedora. As he explored the island, half a dozen deer bolted from distant thickets, their upturned tails waving like white flags. Later, sipping black coffee out of a tin can, he smiled: "Looks like this is going to be too easy...
SEVENTH DAY. The hunt was over. Deer spotted: 17. Arrows shot: 0. "Boy, those whitetail are really something," said Fred as he headed home. "They're just smarter than hell. Reminds me of the time I was hunting mountain goat in Alberta with Bud Gray, the chairman of Whirlpool. After about three hours of panting up those icy mountains, he rested on his bow and said: 'Tell me we're having fun, will...
...suit of thermal underwear and set out in the dark. In the near-zero temperature, the inlet rimming the camp was layered with ice, and the sand was frozen hard as concrete. Bending like a bloodhound over the maze of snow tracks in the clearing, Fred whispered: "They're moving out of that shintangle [thicket] over there just after sundown." At dusk, as he watched a deer 100 yards off through his binoculars, a red squirrel barked behind him. Turning, Fred looked straight into the eyes of the big buck standing 20 yards away. Startled, the deer quickly thumped...
...that first got in touch with him nearly three years ago. A staff photographer for New York City's Spanish-language newspaper El Tiempo, he was asked if he would be interested in passing photographs of possible subversives along to the Bureau. "If we're talking about Commies, about Reds," he recalls telling an agent, "then fine. I been in the Army twice, and I say what's the difference in going after them over there or over here...