In Grieffs Restaurant on the main drag a mouselike little man turned his palms upward, pointed to the blisters and said: "That's what I get for having to bury my garbage in the backyard." A well-dressed young office worker tried to rub the dirt from her nylons with a paper napkin and snapped: "I wish they'd clean the streets."
Outside, the main streets and back alleys of Pontiac, Mich. (pop. 65,000) were piled with litter. In the back alleys was a three weeks' accumulation of garbage, in which rats and flies were multiplying....
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