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Poitier), chained together at the wrist, are the only two to escape when a prison truck cracks up in a ditch. Linked but loathing, they stumble through swampland, nearly drown fording a river, nearly wrench their arms from their sockets clawing out of a deep clay pit. When they pause, it is not to rest but to spit forth their hatred. Telling Poitier why he is a "nigger," Curtis says: "It's like callin' a spade a spade. I'm a hunky. I don't try to argue out of it." Replies Actor Poitier: "You ever...
...Taunuses and Vespa scooters. In the old city, hand-printed poems of amor on sale at 25? flutter from a clothespin in a dowdy doorway next to a modern furniture store whose neon sign shouts: "Use Nuestro Layaway Plan." But San Juan also has festering El Fanguito and neighboring swampland slums of stilted crackerbox shanties, partly cleared but still the home...
...after the killing, police found Bobby Franks's naked, beaten body in the Hegewisch swampland south of Chicago. Near it lay a pair-of horn-rimmed glasses, quickly traced through its unusual hinge to Nathan Leopold. Questioned, the supermen broke wide open, fell to shrilly blaming each other for their crime...
...amiable, lovesick sheep in second lieutenant's clothing named Guido di Maggio ("Hey, di Maggio, let's play some ball"); di Mag's girl, a progressive schoolteacher who starts the whole town talking with her sex talks to second graders; a real-estate shyster who turns swampland into pay dirt by renaming it "Powderhorn Hill"; a toothsome teen-age tidbit named Comfort Goodpasture whose Puritan blood is brought to a boil by a guitar-strumming Army corporal from Altus, Okla...
...dark figures, feet clinking with ice, shuffled across the frozen swampland, friendly Austrian voices greeted them and white handkerchiefs waved. All last week they came, every day thousands of refugees from stricken Hungary, peasant families, workers, students, young children with notes of identity pinned to their clothing. Once across the frontier ditch they would look back, and there would be a wild shouting of names. Women refugees kissed the first people they met, turned aside and wept. Men pulled off frozen-fingered gloves and shook hands...