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...Mud & Blood. Despite all of the hillbilly trappings, the essence of Alvin York's life was compressed into four hours of Oct. 8, 1918 in the mud and blood of the Argonne Forest. In the war's last big push, York was a corporal in Company G of the 82nd Division's 328th Infantry Regiment, perched atop Hill 223 on the front line at Châtel-Chéhéry. At 6:10 a.m., G Company was ordered to advance two miles and to seize a German-held rail point. Hidden in woods overlooking...
...Germans started to surrender. Then German machine guns started raking the area from only 30 yds. away. Of the Americans, only York and seven privates survived. While the seven privates scrambled into the brush, York, still surrounded by some prostrate, ready-to-give-up Germans, crouched in the mud, quickly went to work with his Springfield...
Every day for more than two months, five soldiers in the black-and-khaki uni form of the Pathet Lao stood guard at a large mud hut in a Red-held village near the Plain of Jars. Inside, Lieut. Charles Klusmann, 30, whose Navy RF-8A jet had been shot down on a photo-reconnaissance mission June 6, paced the 20 feet from wall to wall exactly 264 times a day - just enough to make the mile he had allotted himself as exercise. Although he limped painfully on a badly wrenched knee, War Prisoner Klusmann was in remarkably good spirits...
...when he ran for the Senate, Lady Bird swallowed her shyness, forced herself to travel all over Texas, if only to say howdy at barbecues. On the night before the election, the car in which she was riding careened off the road, flipped over twice in the mud. "All I could think of as we were turning over was that I sure wished I'd voted absentee," recalls Lady Bird. But she hopped out unhurt, hitched a ride, borrowed a dress, and the same night shook hands with 200 women at a reception...
...have drawn so much industry that during working hours the population rises to 40,000. Yet in the last few months, culture-shy Emeryville has become the nation's center of "derelict sculpture." A branch of "found art," derelict sculptures are built on Emeryville's bay-side mud flats from driftwood, discarded tires, broken toys, beer cans, jugs and other rubbish - treasures of pop art, and readily come by because a high proportion of bay debris washes up there. The artists are amateurs, art students or real pros. Singly or in expeditions, they come clad in jeans...