THE SOUTH: What Orval Hath Wrought

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Orval Faubus entered his second-floor study bent double, hands clutching his abdomen. He greeted a visitor perfunctorily, collapsed into a contour chair, groaning in the agony of too much sweet corn and too many sweet potatoes the night before. His wife popped anxiously into the room, carrying a tray; Faubus peered distastefully at the stewed chicken and rice. "Put that rice in a bowl," snapped he, "so I can put some milk on it." But this, protested Alta Faubus, was what the doctor had ordered. "I don't care!" cried Faubus. "I...