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...Back in the '30s half a dozen renegade Mormon fundamentalists and their women trekked into one of the wildest and loneliest areas left in the U.S.-the unpoliced, almost uninhabited strip of tumbled, gorge-cut Arizona desert north of the Grand Canyon. They settled there at the little shack town of Short Creek, beneath high red cliffs named the Towers of Tummurru...
...Mine-Mill invasion of the uranium fields was carried off by typical Communist methods. Last February one of Murphy's organizers, posing first as a mining official and later as a newspaper reporter, arrived in Uranium City. Living in a shack tent, he worked among the miners in the evenings and on weekends, promising them more pay, better bunks, shorter hours. An anti-Communist C.I.O. union tried to stem the Mine-Mill drive. Mine-Mill "put the case in terms of pork chops," said a government labor official. "The [other fellows] talked vaguely." Before long, the anti-Communists withdrew...
...square with a deep hole in its center, the community's only sanitary system. It is a place of shred-clothed beggars, gypsies, shrill urchins, stray dogs, pigs and piles of garbage. Whenever a new family arrives, the whole community turns to and helps build them a shack by night, when the police dare not interfere. When morning comes they have a "house," and can stay there as long as they want...
When the University of Houston started out as a four-year institution in 1934, it had 909 students and one big shack on the San Jacinto High School campus. It also had one unusual asset: Vice President Walter W. Kemmerer. A Ph.D. from Columbia, Kemmerer was a blunt go-getter who thought he knew exactly what sort of university Houston should have...
...considerably more money ($20,000 instead of the $9,000 that production test pilots make). When not busy at Muroc, or studying the mathematics, aerodynamics and other subjects that modern test pilots need, Bill is what Californians approvingly call a "beach bum." He lives in a small, pleasant shack squeezed between the Pacific Coast Highway and the rocky shore two miles north of Monica. He swims, water-skis, sails, chases fish underwater with a spear, dives for spiny lobsters in the kelp beds, pries abalones off rocks. In quiet moments he sits on his porch, a high dive from...