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Paul R. Rugo '55 testified at the meeting that "We got to the station. . .we went single file through a tunnel. Just as I got to a bend in the tunnel, someone asked me, 'You hurt bad sonny?' I turned around to answer him and I was whacked two times on the head, I don't know with what. Then another cop came up and told the other...
...more secluded, and as some experts contend, more picturesque atmosphere for an outing is Massachusetts' North Shore. A trip into the city, through the Sumner tunnel, and then out towards the Newburyport Turnpike will take the traveller to Swampscott, Ipswich, Glouscester. Rockport and points North. Besides the sand, there are some fair-to-middling restaurants along the way and a few picnic areas, but wandering Harvard men had better beware because much of the seashore in this area has been commandeered by private families who keep a sharp watch for strangers...
...thought of the wooden horse and convinced two others-Navigator Eric Williams and Squadron Leader Oliver Philpot-that it would work. For four torturous months, the three took turns in a sandy, almost airless pit in the center of the camp exercise ground, clawing, inch by inch, a tunnel toward freedom. Above them stood a homemade, hollow vaulting horse. Fellow prisoners dutifully toted it to the open ground every day (with one or two of the diggers inside), and vaulted over it in pretended gymnastics while the human moles worked beneath them...
Hall said he followed the Turnpike on his way to New York, when about 3:15 p.m. showers and fog began to make flying difficult. The two-seater Cessna plane was approaching the rise two miles before the Laurel Hill Tunnel (near Somerset), but the hill, surrounding mountains, and low clouds prevented Hall from climbing or turning around...
...Later, Troy and a few good friends equipped themselves with work clothes, picks, shovels and roadblocks, spent an industrious evening digging a ten-foot hole in a midtown Manhattan street without being caught. Another time he attached an artificial hand to his sleeve, took a trip through the Holland Tunnel. After fastening his toll ticket between the plaster fingers, he whizzed by the collection station, left both ticket and hand in the grasp of a horrified attendant. In addition, he has diverted himself by planting fake pearls in oysters, coaching South Sea Island native youngsters in fantastic Troy-devised folk...