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Waco, 1953: Photos From the Aftermath of a Lethal Tornado

April 3, 2023May 8, 2013 by

On the afternoon of May 11, 1953, an F5 tornado made a direct hit on Waco, Texas. (On the scale for rating rotational intensity created by storm researcher Ted Fujita, an F5 twister is capable of “incredible damage.”) In a matter of minutes, in the face of cyclonic winds that likely topped 300 mph, hundreds of homes and businesses were utterly destroyed; thousands of cars were damaged or totaled; almost 600 people were injured and 114 were killed.

It remains one of the deadliest tornados in American history.

In the immediate aftermath of the tornado, LIFE’s John Dominis and correspondent Scot Leavitt, who had just recently moved to Texas, made their way to the devastated city. All of the photos in this gallery, many of which never ran in LIFE, are Dominis’s; in a note sent to LIFE’s editors in New York, Leavitt noted that “through virtually all [of Dominis’s] shooting, rain fell, the sky was dark and the mood was somber.”

For its part, LIFE wrote of the disaster in its May 25, 1953 issue:

By May 11 the warm, close weather was uncomfortably routine to the people of Waco, Texas. The day before had been muggy and the day before that, too. The big news in the Morning News-Tribune was of a tornado in far-off Minnesota. At mid-morning the New Orleans weather bureau warned there might be a few tornadoes close to home. But an Indian belief that tornadoes would never strike Waco had always held true and no one in the city worried about the report At 1:30 .m. the Waco weather forecaster announced, “No cause for alarm.”

Three hours later the skies suddenly darkened. people scurried for shelter from the hail and slashing rain, and at the edge of town a cemetery workman looked up to see a thick black wedge forming under a low cloud … At 4:37 p.m. the black wedge in the sky struck Fifth and Austin [streets], gouged the earth for a block and left the heart of Waco a broken coffin for scores of schoolboys, housewives, motorists….

Liz Ronk edited this gallery for LIFE.com. Follow her on Twitter @lizabethronk.

Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit the city, May 1953.

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Rescuers attempted to free a woman trapped in rubble, Waco, Texas, May 1953.

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Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit the city, May 1953.

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Scene of destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit, May 1953.

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In the downpour which followed the twister, a group of volunteer workers stood aside as another body was found in the ruins of the Torrance pool hall where 25 players, mostly teenagers, were trapped and killed when the roof caved in.

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At 2:30 A.M., a power saw was used to cut away some timbers. Afraid she might be cut, Lillie [Matkin] said, “I’ve been here 10 hours, a little longer won’t hurt.”

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A human chain of rescue workers operated outside this building throughout search for Lillie.

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At 6:45 A.M., Lillie Matkin’s ordeal ended, 14 hours and eight minutes after she was trapped and able only to wiggle her feet. Gently as they could, the men who had labored through night to disentomb her carried her out of the wreckage. Near the end of her entrapment a worker removed her shoes and before she was lifted out she cautioned, “Don’t lose them. They’re old but comfortable.” The shoes were brought to her later at the hospital.

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Lillie Matkin, a Waco tornado survivor, was freed from rubble, May 1953.

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Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit, May 1953.

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A vigil without hope was kept by Beth Parten, 25, whose husband, Cecil, was missing. She alternated between listening to reports coming in by portable radio in the store and keeping watch in a car parked outside the Red Cross headquarters. After two nights of waiting, workers found her husband’s body.

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Men looked out at destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit the town, May 1953.

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A respite from horror came for Seaman Howard Wilkerson, 18, after a dreadful moment. Just before this picture was taken he had helped to remove the bodies of a dead man and woman from a car which had been crushed by a falling wall. Shaken by the sight, he said, “I wonder if I will ever sleep again.”

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Scene of destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit, May 1953.

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Scene on a Waco, Texas, street after an F5 tornado hit the city, May 1953.

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Rescuers administered oxygen to a survivor in Waco, Texas, May 1953.

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Scene of destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit the city, May 1953.

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Clean-up and recovery efforts in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit the city, May 1953.

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People crowded around an ambulance in the aftermath of the 1953 Waco tornado that killed 114 people.

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Scene of destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit, May 1953.

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A survivor surveyed the destruction in Waco, Texas, after an F5 tornado hit, May 1953.

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Destroyed homes, Waco, Texas, May 1953.

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A funeral following the May 11, 1953, tornado that killed 114 people.

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Hawaii Before Statehood: Color Photos, 1959

February 26, 2020April 29, 2013 by

The image and legend of Hawaii as a tropical paradise endures for countless reasons. Few places on earth can boast more dramatic or romantic landscapes; the weather is generally gorgeous; the variety of climates one can encounter within the space of a few miles from arid to tropical to near-alpine to sun-splashed beach is mind-boggling.

But paradise, as we all know, exists only in fairy tales—or, if a paradise did once exist in the Pacific, it long ago gave way to the complex, ambiguous and often politically fraught realities of the modern world. The Hawaii of the travel brochures—as marvelous as it might be in theory, and even at times in fact—is a beautiful construct that often ignores the island chain’s bumpier, and endlessly fascinating, history. (For instance, how many Americans in the contiguous 48 know anything at all about the nonviolent “democratic revolution” of labor strikes and major acts of civil disobedience that roiled the islands in 1954, reshaping Hawaii’s political landscape for all time?)

Here, LIFE.com presents color photographs made in 1959, the year that Hawaii was admitted to the Union. The admission took place on August 21, and in a March 1959 article, “Hawaii Beauty, Wealth, Amiable People,” for which these pictures were shot, LIFE painted a largely rosy picture of the place:

The first proposal to make Hawaii a state was put forward more than a hundred years ago when President Franklin Pierce cast his eyes across the Pacific and proposed that the splendid and strategic islands be taken into the union. Pierce’s plan faded and it was not until 1898 that Hawaii was annexed as a U.S. territory. Proposals to make Hawaii a state have been on the books of Congress for more than 40 years. Now it seems almost certain that in this session Hawaii will achieve its aim. [Hawaii was granted statehood in August 1959.]

As a territory, Hawaii has developed a sturdy economy based on U.S. military expenditures at Pearl Harbor and elsewhere, and on sugar, pineapple, tourism and livestock. The islands, which have a total area roughly that of New Jersey, have bred an incredibly polyglot and racially integrated population of nearly 600,000. This mean that Hawaiian statehood, besides conferring full U.S. status on a potentially rich and decidedly vital area, would also indicate to all the peoples of the Pacific and of Asia that the U.S. can still be the tolerant, hospitable melting pot of old.

Liz Ronk edited this gallery for LIFE.com. Follow her on Twitter at @LizabethRonk.

Cattle grazed under volcanic cliffs on Oahu, 1959.

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Foodland supermarket, Hawaii, 1959.

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A black-sand beach, made by waves battering volcanic rock, on the Big Island, Hawaii, 1959.

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Hawaii, 1959.

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Dole’s 15,000-acre Wahiawa plantation near Honolulu, 1959.

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St. Catherine’s Church on Kauai, 1959.

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Wash hung out to dry, Hawaii, 1959.

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Fans at a football game, Hawaii, 1959.

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A drum majorette led the band at a Honolulu football game, 1959.

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Football game, Honolulu, 1959.

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This paddle dance, performed in honor of Lono, god of peace and agriculture, was taught to fourth-grade students at the Kamehameha Schools by a teacher of pure Hawaiian blood, Esther Waihee McClellan.

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Hawaii, 1959.

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The dunking pool at a Hawaii fair, 1959.

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Roman Catholic church, Hawaii, 1959.

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Hawaiian police, 1959.

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Scene on a Hawaiian plantation, 1959.

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Tourists in Hawaii, 1959.

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Surfing, Hawaii, 1959.

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A young Hawaiian mother, 1959.

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Hawaii, 1959.

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Pearl Harbor, 1959.

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Swimming in a freshwater pool, Hawaii, 1959.

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Jimmy Stewart, 1945: A War Hero Comes Home

November 3, 2020April 29, 2013 by

When James Maitland Stewart, the oldest child and only son of Alexander and Elizabeth Stewart of Indiana, Pa., enlisted in the United States Army in 1941, he wasn’t like most privates. For one thing, he was already well into his 30s. For another, he had already been rejected by the military for being too skinny. (The first time around, he was five pounds under the Army’s weight standard for new recruits.) And finally, no other World War II inductee had won a Best Actor Oscar, as Stewart had for his performance as reporter Mike Connor in the 1940 classic, The Philadelphia Story.

Putting his Hollywood career on hold to join the Army Air Corps—a forerunner to today’s Air Force—Stewart ultimately reached the rank of colonel, making him one of few Americans ever to rise from private to colonel in four years. He flew dozens of combat missions, some as command pilot, on sorties deep into Nazi-occupied Europe, and returned from the war on the Queen Elizabeth, covered in medals including the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Distinguished Service Medal.

For the cover story of LIFE magazine’s September 24, 1945 issue, photographer Peter Stackpole followed Stewart as the Hollywood star and war hero returned to his hometown.

Jimmy Stewart and his dad outside the family hardware store, Indiana, Pa., 1945.

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Thirty-seven-year-old Jimmy Stewart sat down at the table with (clockwise from left) his younger sister Mary, his mother Elizabeth, his father Alexander, and his other younger sister, Virginia, 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart, home from the war, helped clear the table at his parents’ house, 1945.

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“Jimmy Stewart chatted with George Little, the oldest employee in his father’s hardware store, 1945. Besides all the usual hardware goods, the store also boasted Jimmy’s “Philadelphia Story” Oscar on display.

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While his father chatted with a customer at the hardware store, a uniformed Jimmy Stewart set up a date to go fishing, 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart on the phone at his father’s hardware store, 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart went fishing with his old friend Clyde “Woodie” Woodward, 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart and friend, Indiana, Pa., 1945.

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The house where Jimmy Stewart grew up in Indiana, Pa., about 50 miles from Pittsburgh, 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart signed autographs in Indiana, Pa., 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart, 1945.

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Jimmy kidded his father about the old days. His sister Mary (center on swing) was an artist and married to a chaplain in the Navy. His other sister Virginia (left) was a magazine writer and married to artist Alexis Tiranoff, who was in the Army.

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Jimmy Stewart plays the piano with his sister Virginia, 1945.

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James Stewart looked in his family’s hardware store window and spotted a model plane he’d built years earlier, 1945.

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In 1945, Jimmy Stewart eyed a stuffed squirrel he’d shot years earlier. The creature was only “slightly moldy,” LIFE reported.

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Visiting his hometown in 1945, Col. Jimmy Stewart played with a pair of puppets he made when he was seven years old.

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Jimmy Stewart entertained some local children, Indiana, Pa., 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart took out his father’s horse, 1945.

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Magician Bill Neff wasn’t just a friend of Stewart’s; he once provided Jimmy with a summer job, when they “took a tour as magicians.”

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James Stewart, back home after serving in World War II, read in bed at his parents’ house, Indiana, Pa., 1945.

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Jimmy Stewart, 1945.

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LIFE With the ‘Lizard King’: Jim Morrison and the Doors, 1968

December 8, 2020April 28, 2013 by

Reflecting the uncertain, tumultuous era in which it was made, much of the popular music of 1968 was moody, trippy, obtuse and, perhaps not surprisingly, utterly confounding to many in the mainstream.

Among the counterculture protagonists that LIFE sought to bring to its millions of readers was Jim Morrison, the highly influential lyricist and front man of the Doors. For a LIFE feature, “Wicked Go the Doors: An Adult’s Education by the Kings of Acid Rock,” the writer Fred Powledge studied Morrison through his lyrics and his notorious onstage antics.

Here, LIFE.com presents color portraits of the then-24-year-old rocker/poet, plus shots that never ran in the magazine of the Doors playing New York’s famed Fillmore East.

At the time of his 1968 portrait session with photographer Yale Joel in New York, Morrison and his bandmates had released two albums (featuring hits such as “Light My Fire,” “People Are Strange” and “Love Me Two Times”), and were about to record a third, Waiting for the Sun. As their popularity grew, the 33-year-old Powledge, taking a break from his typical beat (civil rights and race relations), aimed to “dig,” in an almost scientific fashion, the weird but compelling music his 9-year-old daughter was into.

The most satanic thing [Powledge wrote] about the Doors is Jim Morrison, the lead vocalist and author of most of the group’s songs. Morrison is 24 years old, out of UCLA, and he appears in public and on his records to be moody, temperamental, enchanted in the mind and extremely stoned on something . . . [Morrison’s lyrics] are not what you’d call simple and straightforward. You can’t listen to the record once or twice and then put it away in the rack. And this is one of the exciting characteristics of the new music in general: you really have to listen to it, repeatedly, preferably at high volume in a room that is otherwise quiet and perhaps darkened. You must throw away all those old music-listening habits that you learned courtesy of the Lucky Strike Hit Parade and Mantovani.

“Once you see him perform,” Powledge continued, “you realize that he also seems dangerous, which, for a poet, may be a contradiction in terms.”

LIFE’s physical description of Morrison, meanwhile, name-checked a famous burlesque dancer and pinup girl: “He wears skin-tight black leather pants, on stage and away from it; and when he sings, he writhes and grinds and is sort of the male equivalent of the late Miss Lilly Christine, the Cat Girl. But with Lilly Christine you had a good idea that the performance was going to stop short of its promised ending-point. You don’t know that with Morrison.”

The anything-goes attitude Powledge sensed in Morrison was not unfounded: While working on his story in 1967, the writer was in the audience for a Doors concert in New Haven, Conn., and watched as Morrison who had been ranting to the audience about local police was arrested onstage on indecency charges (later dropped).

You are reminded that the music is a plastic reflection of our plastic world. The sounds are transistorized, sharper than sharp, just as the plastic lettering over a hot dog stand is redder than red. Out of this context the music even the conventional sounds of the church organ or the street noises is unreal; it is marvelously effective in reflecting what’s going on in our society. It dances close to disharmony, to insanity; sometimes it does sound insane and disharmonious, but then you listen closer and find a harmony hidden deep within it.

“Morrison is a very good actor and a very good poet, one who speaks in short, beautiful bursts, like the Roman Catullus,” Powledge wrote. “His lyrics often seem obscure, but their obscurity, instead of making you hurry off to play a Pete Seeger record that you can understand, challenges you to try to interpret. You sense that Morrison is writing about weird scenes he’s been privy to, about which he would rather not be too explicit.”

LIFE’s April 1968 take on Jim Morrison and his band wasn’t the only time the magazine visited the topic. Just two months later, in a story titled “The New Rock” (featuring not only the Doors but also Big Brother and the Holding Company, the Jefferson Airplane, the Mothers of Invention, Cream, the Who and Country Joe and the Fish), Morrison explained his philosophies and his cathartic stage shows.

“Rather than start from the inside, I start on the outside and reach the mental through the physical,” he told LIFE. “Today is the age of the heroes, who live for us and through whom we experience the heights and depths of emotion. The spectator is a dying animal and the purgation of emotion is left up to the actor, not the audience.”

That sort of quasi-mystical hocus-pocus is, of course, exactly the reason countless rock and roll fans have always been drawn to the Doors, and why so many others find them so gratingly pretentious. Hardly anyone who is at all familiar with their music is lukewarm toward the band a fact that would no doubt bring a smile, or a sneer, to Morrison’s face if only he were still alive.

Not long after Yale Joel made the photos in this gallery, the sinuous Morrison seen here had changed: he became hairier and heavier as he descended deeper into drinking and drugging. He was just 27 when he died.

Still, he was prolific in the three short years between the Joel photo session and his death, fronting memorable concerts, recording three more Doors albums and writing two volumes of poetry all of it building upon the material that elevated him from rock ‘n’ roll front man to pop-culture icon.

Jim Morrison, photographed in New York City by LIFE’s Yale Joel in 1968.

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Jim Morrison, 1968

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The Doors performed at New York City’s Fillmore East in 1968.

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Jim Morrison, 1968

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On Arbor Day, Gratitude and Praise for Trees Great and Small

November 2, 2020April 26, 2013 by

In her classic 1918 novel, My Antonia, the writer Willa Cather re-created and paid homage to a vanished world of America’s Great Plains — a world of hardy homesteaders and tiny, solitary towns tenaciously clinging to the land amid vast and still-wild spaces. Among the countless memorable, vivid passages in the book, one in particular stands out as a near-perfect distillation of the almost unbearable solitude of the lives lived out on the great, rolling prairie.

“Trees were so rare in that country,” the book’s narrator recalls, “and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.”

There is, after all, something sociable about trees — whether we encounter them singly, in small groves, or in enormous forests. Trees give us paper and pencils, guitars and parquet floors, whiskey barrels and church pews. They offer shade on hot days. They lock away carbon dioxide. Their incredible root systems control runoff from heavy rains and help keep streams and rivers free of choking silt and mud. They act as windbreaks, minimizing snowdrifts in the winter and reducing topsoil erosion all year round. They keep city streets cool, and help muffle noise pollution.

Here, on Arbor Day, we offer gratitude and praise to trees — steadfast companions on our small planet.

Johnny Cash: A National Treasure

August 12, 2021April 25, 2013 by

There aren’t too many American musicians of the past century who left a richer legacy, or were more influential across a broader range of genres, than the Man in Black. Through six decades, Johnny Cash created music that spoke with power and eloquence to sharecroppers, punk rockers, prison inmates and hip-hoppers. Many of the songs he penned or famously recorded—”Big River,” “I Walk the Line,” “Ring of Fire,” “A Boy Named Sue,” “Folsom Prison Blues,” “Get Rhythm,” “Don’t Take Your Guns to Town,” “The Matador” and on and on—have not only become classics, but have been embraced as national treasures by Americans of every political stance, creed and ethnicity.

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But Johnny Cash was not merely a great songwriter and singularly engaging singer. He was a cultural force. When he sang with a young Bob Dylan on Dylan’s gorgeous “Girl From the North Country” in 1969, the pairing was a quiet revolution, reconciling Dylan’s New Folk counterculture blues with Cash’s old-school, hillbilly honky-tonk.

When he recorded Peter LaFarge’s “Ballad of Ira Hayes” in 1964 and took it to No. 3 on the Billboard country charts, he brought the terrible tale of how one of the men who raised the flag on Iwo Jima died, drunk and alone, to far more people than had ever heard the song or the story before.

Here, in tribute to the one and only Johnny Cash, LIFE.com presents a selection of photos made for a November 1969 feature in the magazine titled “Hard-Times King of Song.”

Some of these photos will be of particular interest to fans of the outstanding 2005 biopic Walk The Line. The pictures of Johnny Cash on his tractor or fishing with his father on the pier by his house call to mind key moments from that film, which received five Oscar nominations.

Cash, LIFE told its readers, was a man who had lived hard, had come through and, by all measures, showed no sign of letting the limelight alter the essentials of who he was and what he believed.

His face looks ruined, his lean body whipped out. He sings, off-key, of bygone days that many of his listeners can’t even remember: railroads, hobos on the open road, Depression, hard times he knew growing up poor in an Arkansas cotton patch. These are curiously old-fashioned themes, but the homely lyrics and rough-cut personality of Johnny Cash make them fresh.

Cash, 37, has been singing and writing country ballads for 15 years. He has recorded more than 300 songs and written twice that many, most of them an unpromising mixture of folklore, sentiment and pure corn that until recently appealed mainly to fans of the Grand Ole Opry. Now the young like him because he has the ring of authenticity and supports social causes, such as prison reform. . . . Only two years ago Cash was down and out himself. Before he kicked the habit, he became so addicted to pep pills that he woke up in a Georgia jail unable to remember how he got there.

Cash appeals to Americans who are increasingly fed up with the pressure and confusions of city life and yearn to get back to the land. “Last year it was soul,” says a friend. “This year everybody is scratching in the soil. That’s why Johnny works. He’s got soil.”

The image of Johnny Cash that appeared on the cover of the November 21, 1969, issue of LIFE.

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Johnny Cash in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash with friends and family at his home in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash and Glen Campbell, 1969.

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Johnny Cash in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash and Glen Campbell, 1969.

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Johnny Cash in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash and Jack Palance, 1969.

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Roy Orbison played for guests at Johnny Cash’s house, Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash during a recording session at Columbia Studio B, Nashville, Tennessee.

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Johnny Cash in Tennessee, 1969.

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Johnny Cash fished with his father outside his Tennessee home, 1969.

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Johnny Cash fished in a lake near his Tennessee home, 1969.

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Johnny Cash drove a tractor on his estate, 1969.

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Johnny Cash with wife June Carter at home.

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