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In Kansas City's sprawling Municipal Auditorium one night last week, 10,000 blue-jacketed youths sat tense and quiet as an announcement was made from the stage. Then, as they came to their feet in a blaze of applause, a 119-piece band blared a fanfare, and a dozen spotlights lanced through the darkened arena to center on a wiry, suddenly pale young man who stood awkwardly rubbing the sweat from his palms. Joe Moore, who runs a farm near Liberty, about halfway between the communities of Accident and Nameless in Tennessee's Cumberland...
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