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...Oklahoma City, Mrs. Clara Pyatt, who lived in a tent with her two children, started to build a shack with tag ends of used lumber. A dozen taxi drivers, some of them on strike, heard of her plight, built her a three-room bungalow in three days...
Shortly after midnight, two detectives, who had been listening outside a rudely furnished three-room shack in Laurel Canyon, just back of Hollywood, fumbled at the kitchen door. Dancer Vickie Evans, hearing them, opened it from the inside. In the living room with the hostess, a pert blonde movie starlet named Lila Leeds, and Robin Ford, a scared real-estate man, the cops found big, sleepy-eyed Cinemactor Robert Mitchum. The handsome $3,000-a-week screen hero hastily tried to get rid of a cigarette that turned out to be marijuana. A detective found other "reefers" on Mitchum, Ford...
...Slowly. Few, if any, of them will live to see the final restoration. Gaunt, 60year-old Dom Francesco Vignanelli, who once taught architecture in the Abbey's seminary, will be lucky to see the end of his own special task. From dawn to nightfall he sits in a shack, cataloguing and patching together the fragments of Monte Cassino's treasures: arms and heads of statues, chunks of carved wood, tiny bits of mosaic. "It goes very slowly," he said. "Still, we've rebuilt six statues...
Less cheerful but more typical of what was happening to Britain's "last chance" empire was a recent scene in the slums of Accra, Gold Coast colony. A young native sprawled sullenly in the shade of a tin-roofed shack, cluttered with goats, baskets, buckets and children. Out of the dry dusty litter a pigeon loft reared up ten feet into the hot air. "I fight in war," said the young native. "I discharged. Money gone. No work. No go back up country." He slumped farther back in the shade of the pigeon loft. Said a white colonial official...
...story, titled 55 Minutes from Broadway, was an account of the life and death of Gilbert Pitt, recluse, who had lived for 81 years in a dirt-floored shack in the Ramapo Mountains of New York, 30 miles northwest of Manhattan. Together with his housekeeper, Maggie Gannon, he had passed much of his time avoiding the so-called conveniences of modern society. Last spring, suffering from a heart attack, he waited for the dogwood to bloom; then he died...