Word: rocked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...returns cascaded into his headquarters in Little Rock's Marion Hotel, Faubus paraded his pleasant smile before the Dixie-singing, button-wearing hundreds on hand to celebrate his certain victory. "Don't leave now. Governor," cried a hanger-on as Faubus started off to make a victory statement somewhere else. "Ike's on the phone." Faubus' cocky answer brought cackles and rebel yells out of the sultry night. "Tell him to call back later," he drawled...
...campaigns with Orval Faubus around their necks. Finally, Democratic Chairman Paul Butler found his voice to deliver an odd defense of Faubus: "His election was not determined on the question of segregation as opposed to integration. The issue was largely on the use of troops in Little Rock. Further, without endorsing his action at all-actually I'm against everything he did in that instance-Governor Faubus has been a pretty good governor...
Faubus' landslide raised points far more serious than politics. A Federal Court of Appeals is reviewing Federal Judge Harry J. Lemley's decision to delay for 2½ years integration at Little Rock Central High; if the delay is refused, it will take a brave Negro to claim his rights at school's opening. Most Arkansans also expect trouble in the seven other communities that have already begun integration. In seven Southern states-Alabama, Florida. Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, South Carolina and Virginia-there is no integration at all, and the newly emboldened anti-integration forces are waiting...
...exclusive little glory. No malice intended, said the geodesists, but with the addition of 586,400 square Alaska miles, the balance would have to move 439 miles northwest -give or take ten miles-to the vicinity of Two Top Peak, a butte eleven wagon-trail miles west of Castle Rock...
...Rambler off the road; the little car plunged in flames over a cliff into the steep gorge of the Beirut River. All five adults in the car were killed at once; the girl died hours later. The charred body of Fayet Esrouer came to rest sitting on a cliffside rock, feet propped up as if still on brakes, and hands still clutching the wheel that was no longer there. On the asphalt of the highway, the motorcycle cop was sprawled dead. Behind him, two gendarmes in a jeep sat dazed and bleeding behind shattered shatterproof glass. Stopped still farther back...