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...With her lawyer beside her, a study in distress, Mrs. Berke said that she was not a Communist last Sept. 15, but refused to say if she had been one Sept. 13. McCarthy told her that if she is fired from her position as a school clerk in The Bronx, she "might apply for a job over at Harvard-there seems to be a privileged sanctuary over there for Fifth Amendment cases...
...would have none of it. After he graduated from New York University as a chemistry major last June, she plagued him to get a job "like other boys." Instead, Harlow-a tall, thin, languid youth with cropped red hair and heavy hornrimmed glasses-lounged about the family's Bronx apartment, owlishly reading verse. Eying him, his mother bawled the word: "Fairy...
...Harlow's life was improved. He bought a $4,000 Oldsmobile, made a deposit on an $18,000 Rolls-Royce, which he proposed to pick up later in London. He read poetry, ate well, and enjoyed the company of kindred spirits. His existence was not completely smooth: two Bronx detectives spent weeks tailing him, and on one occasion had the temerity to ask him if he had killed his parents. He replied that he was a gentleman; otherwise he would tell them what he thought of such a "dastardly" suggestion...
Even in their native Australia, only one platypus couple (Jack and Jill) have bred in captivity, and they produced only one offspring. But the Bronx curators were not discouraged. When they got three live platypuses in 1947 (TIME, June 9, 1947), they devised elaborate plans for breeding the two females. One of the three, Betty, died of a cold. But Penelope and Cecil, the male, seemed to adjust themselves gradually to the alien Bronx. Penelope and Cecil were fed extravagantly on worms, insect larvae, frogs and water plants. In summer each had an outdoor private swimming pool, and in winter...
Sixteen weeks passed. The weather in The Bronx grew cold; the fondly expectant curators grew worried. At last they decided that they should wait no longer. Last week, working carefully with small trowels under the eyes of 50 newspaper reporters and photographers, they dug into the dirt to bare Penelope's secret. They found a network of burrows; they found Penelope. But they found no leafy nest -and no platykittens...