One evening last week a black ambulance drew up beside a big red brick house in El Paso, Tex. Out of the house and down the steps a few minutes later hobbled a feeble old man. He wore pajamas and a green smoking jacket. A white hat rested on his stringy white hair. Friends lifted him gently into the car. He lay down on the stretcher. In beside him got a pretty 17-year-old girl. A motorcycle policeman escorted the ambulance as it drove off in the dusk. Later a somberly dressed woman...
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