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Bottle Smeller & Gigolo. Flynn, the son of a noted biologist, was born in 1909 in Hobart, Tasmania. His mother, Errol says, considered him "a nasty little boy," and at 16 he almost killed another youngster in a fight, was expelled from school and took work as an office boy. Caught dipping into petty cash to bet on the horses, he got the sack, had to sleep in public parks till he heard of a gold strike in New Guinea. At 17, he set out to make his fortune, and for the next five years he lived by his remarkably quick...
...shoulders of his future star when he moved up to the varsity. Last week the Big Ten finally got its first look at the most impressive basketball prospect since "The Stilt" himself: Sophomore Jerry ("Big Luke"), Lucas, 19, a solemn, smoothly muscled (6 ft. 7½ in., 228 Ibs.) youngster with a feather-soft hook shot in either hand...
...September 1897, a gawky, 16-year-old youngster from Uniontown, Pa. entered, the tradition-hallowed halls of Virginia Military Institute. "Flicker" Marshall, shy, freckle-faced and bewildered, was quickly the biggest dunce among the rats (freshmen). Yet, bitten by V.M.I.'s tradition and by a proper reverence for the exploits of Confederate General Stonewall Jackson, V.M.I.'s most illustrious professor (whose statue still rates a salute from passing cadets), George Marshall wanted above all to be a soldier...
There was another villain in the Deadwood legend: fire. Any flicker of flame in the bottom of the valley would feed upward to the houses above. And every Deadwood youngster knew that the gulch was a natural chimney when forest fires swept through the adjacent piny hills. A fire starting in a bakery charred Deadwood in 1879. The town was rebuilt with a water barrel on every roof, survived three big fires in 1951-52. Last week, for 24 hours, Deadwood (pop. 4,000) broiled under the windswept fingers of a forest fire that threatened to cook it once...
...popularity? The beat blather certainly is not literature. But it can be amusing, and at its best, more fun to recite in the bathtub than anything since Vachel Lindsay's The Congo. Sample from Bomb (4,000 copies in print), by Gregory Corso, 28, a curly-haired youngster whose earlier Gasoline (95?) has gone into three printings, 6,000 copies...