Word: youngs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...inclined to the latter view. In Tenino, local residents tried (and failed) to get the courts to close down the festival before it opened. "The lewd and loose will swing and sway," the Dallas Morning News editorialized. Everywhere the populace and the police braced for disaster. But the young again confounded their critics. True, drugs were easily available. There were one death (of a heart attack), one birth and three marriages. But no violence. Fewer than 150 youngsters were arrested-most of them on charges of indecent exposure or peddling dope. Around Dallas, this pacific result enraged angry citizens...
...Anderson wound up making more money-at 150 for each column inch that he got into print-than some of the full-time reporters. By the time he was 18, he was a full-fledged reporter for the Salt Lake City Tribune. Two years of missionary preaching (customary among young Mormons) through Georgia, Alabama and Florida, followed by a tour as a war correspondent in China, gave him a view of the world. But it was still a shy and polite young man of 24 who walked uninvited into Pearson's office one morning...
Naturalist Gerald Durrell's boyhood memoir, My Family and Other Animals, delighted nearly everyone except his family. The book started as a report on the beginning of young Gerald's lifelong fascination with the animal world. The family, however, kept getting in the way. "It was only with the greatest difficulty," Durrell confessed, "and by exercising considerable cunning, that I managed to retain a few pages here and there which I could devote exclusively to animals." Then, when it was finished, his relatives ragged him for leaving out all the really funny family stories. Obligingly, Durrell...
...young Durrell saw death too. The crisp horror of a tarantula killing a newly hatched bird is as vivid in his prose as it must have been to the watching boy. "The spider drew the quivering baby to him and sank his long, curved mandibles into its back. The baby gave two minute, almost inaudible squeaks as it writhed briefly in the hairy embrace of the spider. The poison took effect, and then the spider turned and marched off, the baby hanging limply from his jaws." Happily, Durrell refrains from following this description with a bloodless dissertation on the importance...
This is a hard little book about dying. A man, fairly young and partly regretful, lives his death neither badly nor well, and for a time his dying makes some difference to a few people. His death is not tragedy or comedy but a process: it will happen, then it is happening, and then, with no decent, grassy place marking the flow of time, it is merely something that happened...