BERKELEY—”I’d shoot a pig first,” the young man said. Standing face to face with his olive drab uniform, his gas grenades and his M-1, a street girl—wonderful colors flowing from every curve on her body—had been talking to him for …
BERKELEY—”I’d shoot a pig first,” the young man said. Standing face to face with his olive drab uniform, his gas grenades and his M-1, a street girl—wonderful colors flowing from every curve on her body—had been talking to him for …