Arizona: Growing Up in Tucson

To most of his acquaintances around Tucson, Charles Schmid Jr., 23, seemed more sick than sinister. A compulsive blabbermouth who prated indefatigably of his sexual and fistic derring-do, the squat (5 ft. 3 in.), sullen-faced high school dropout dyed his hair black, caked his face with makeup, and stuffed so much wadding in his boots to make him look taller that he could hardly walk. Yet among the odd collection of restless, thrill-hungry teen-agers who hang out in the garish juke joints and drive-ins along Tucson's East Speedway Boulevard (TIME, Nov. 26),...

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