Word: shacks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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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...
...prospects didn't even look as good as that. In 15 years he had been able to save nothing. His two kids were hungry, his wife Louella's Sunday dress was seven years old, and yet Albert had some mighty uppity ideas. Wanted to paint his shack white, something no Negro in those parts had ever talked about, much less tried...
Everyone knew that painting the shack white went deeper than a paint job. The Negroes knew and were either exhilarated or frightened by Albert's boldness. Albert's boss, Mr. Tittle, knew it, but in his own way he admired his sharecropper's spunk and aspiration. If Albert could buy the paint, he wouldn't stop him. Mathis, the storekeeper, was another kind of white man. Said he to Mr. Tittle: "Every nigger around here knows what he's doing ... If you let this business get out of hand they'll all start thinking...
...operations shack of Seoul airport, a stocky little U.S. first lieutenant checked over his flight papers and manifest, then turned to leave. He zipped up his blue nylon flight jacket and cracked, "One more milk run." It was an old phrase that was being heard more & more. He clamped a cold and soggy cigar butt between his teeth, and strode out across the apron toward his big, twin-boom C-119 Flying Box Car for another round trip to Japan. There was no telling how many more he would make...