Word: wildness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...heyday, the gold-mining town of Deadwood, S.D., nestling in a steep-sided gulch in the Black Hills, was a brawling, ripsnorting oasis of 25,000 people, pungent with gunsmoke and ribaldry. There, in the late 1800s, Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane lived-until that mean coward Jack McCall plugged Hickok in the back of the head as he sat at a poker table in Saloon Number Ten. There Poker Alice, the gnarled old cigar-smoking card shark, fleeced many a dude; and there lived Deadwood Dick Clark, the legendary stagecoach driver who somehow always saved the gold from...
...famous cabin in the woods. It was a nightmarish ordeal all around, but in the telling of tales that makes old Deadwood a paradise for tourists, it was bound to get much worse until, ultimately, it might even rival the tales of Deadwood Dick himself, and of Wild Bill, Calamity Jane, Poker Alice, and that mean coward Jack McCall...
...Haile Selassie I Square, Volkswagens and Fords jostle for position in daily traffic jams, unheard of a few years ago. But outside Addis Ababa, 90% of Ethiopia's people are illiterate farmers, some of whom still live in a barter economy where 2 Ibs. of hand-picked wild coffee will fetch one fingernail's worth of nail polish. As a result of these feudal economics, 180 million acres of the world's richest farm land lie fallow in Ethiopia, despite periodic famines and a growing trade deficit. Foreign aid at best merely sugarcoats Ethiopia's deep...
...stand the strain. It always was; his problem was control. Although he had not played much baseball growing up in Monongah, W. Va. (pop. 1,622), Jones developed such speed that Army Air Corps coaches turned him into a scatter-armed fireballer during World War II. After the war, Wild Man Jones wandered with indifferent success through the Indians' system until 1955, when he was sold to the Chicago Cubs...
...special ethic in this far, far western. In battle, as in love, no one shoots to kill. "You could shoot Blanding," Lark urges Stanley. "Oh, I don't mean kill him. You could just shoot his leg off." Bloodlessly the climax peters out, and not even wild horses could drag much response out of anyone but a dyed-in-the-saddle Grey...