Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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oday, P.oberi Stack bears no noticeable scars from the injuries he received in an accident which could easily have been fata As I lay there helpless, a life of disfigurement seemed worse than death itself. ■ It was a beautiful summer day about seven years ago, shortly before I was to go into the Navy. My friend Carey Loftin, the stunt man, and I were motorcycling to Lake Tahoe, where we expected to have a wonderful vacation. I was winging along the road hitting about 60 miles an hour. Traffic was light that day, and I was experiencing that exhilaration which only speed can give. I was singing "Cow-cow Boogie" at the top of my lungs. I swung smoothly, confidently, into a curve. The motorcycle hit some loose gravel on the asphalt. I spun wildly and crashed into the cliff at the side of the road, with the motorcycle on top of me, pinning me down. My back felt broken. My legs felt paralyzed. One side of my face felt crushed. The pain was excruciating, and under the weight of the motorcycle I was completely helpless. Carey, riding just a short distance behind me, saw what had happened, braked his motorcycle sharply and ran to me. With his great strength, he lifted the motorcycle off my back. "Try to bear it, Bob," he said. "I'll get help." Then he stepped out into the center of the road, to flag down any approaching car. None would heed his frantic (Continued on page 75) My prayer was answered hi mat ^iim 37